Inside the room.
As Jiang Ning sliced open his skin with the dagger, he immediately saw the thread of silver light beneath it.
But in the next instant, the tiny wound healed rapidly. Before even a trace of blood could appear, it had already returned to normal.
He glanced at the dagger in his hand again and saw that its sharp tip had curled.
Silver-Silk Iron Armor!
It truly possessed the toughness of iron armor. What formidable defense!
Jiang Ning could not help clicking his tongue inwardly.
For a dagger forged from tenfold-refined iron to curl, it already showed that the membrane woven from silver threads was harder than ordinary tenfold-refined iron.
Such powerful defense—
would allow him to advance through forests of blades and rains of spears, beneath arrows swarming like locusts.
The membrane beneath his flesh could ward off most weapons wielded by soldiers.
After all, even so-called elite armies, clad in armor and armed with weapons, used equipment forged from iron refined only around ten times.
Hundredfold-refined iron was not equipment that ordinary soldiers could use, much less afford.
For iron of the same volume, the higher the refinement count, the greater both its hardness and its weight.
"No wonder the books say that only after forging Silver-Silk Iron Armor can one truly be called a match for ten thousand men on the battlefield."
At that moment, Jiang Ning came to a realization.
On the battlefield, blades and spears had no eyes, and arrows had no eyes either.
And human strength was finite.
Without the ability to disregard most dangers on the battlefield, how could one be called a match for ten thousand men?
Silver-Silk Iron Armor could accomplish precisely that.
When ordinary soldiers' weapons struck his body, even without any protection, they could at most inflict