The elite knight also wore a black heraldry frame, but his had several more red stripes than the previous one. Yu Lian didn't know his name or recognize his face, but after fighting him for over a hundred exchanges, he had already gotten a feel for him. His opponent was a tough-skinned "Blood Road"—in other words, a natural tank—but he also had a clear head and a cool, disciplined fighting style, qualities most "Blood Roads" lacked.
But no matter what, he was still a tank. We all knew that anyone doing this kind of work had to be thick-skinned. If you were as sensitive and delicate as crystal, you'd have a low tolerance for pain, and you'd naturally struggle to stand your ground.
This black-and-red knight hadn't noticed that psychic power had slipped inside his heraldry frame. He was so absorbed in his light spear that he couldn't tear himself away, gritting his teeth as he tried to widen his opponent's wound.
But he had never imagined that this was all part of Yu Lian's plan.
They said you couldn't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child. When you were surrounded by so many top-tier opponents, sometimes you had to put on a convincing show of taking a beating. Only then could you inflict enough damage on the enemy.
What he hadn't imagined, either, was that the enemy before him knew the mechanical structure of this Nightfall-type heraldry frame better than anyone—even better than the frontline knights themselves.
In an instant, Yu Lian's psychokinesis manipulated a mechanical component inside the enemy's heraldry frame. A hatch popped open in the shoulder armor of the knight in black with red stripes, revealing an open compartment. Two Vulcan cannons extended from it, peeking out like a pair of mice. They swiveled automatically toward