Selling a Martial Artist

"What the hell is this? Why does it feel even harder than refined steel?" Ghost pulled back and swept out with a kick.

The nightwear was shredded by the force of the wind, revealing a silvery-white substance flowing over the youth's body like water.

"A [Bloodline Armament]?" A trace of greed flashed through Ghost's eyes. Quite a few organizations on the black market bought such things in hopes of deciphering their secrets.

A [Bloodline Armament] capable of allowing a youth who had clearly never undergone systematic training to block a Martial Artist's attacks was unquestionably worth a great deal.

Only then did Thousand Changes react, stumbling back several steps in succession.

He had paid the price for his carelessness. He had assumed this serial killer was merely fiercer than those thugs, but he had never expected the gap between them to be so vast. It was not as though he had never seen Martial Artists from martial arts schools before, but compared to the man before him, they were worlds apart.

Fortunately, this [Flowing Silver Fantasy Weapon] could protect him on its own and disperse force. Otherwise, he would likely have died here already.

"I have to find a way to get away from this murderer!" Only after Thousand Changes found himself in danger did he truly understand that he did not deserve to be called a hero.

He simply could not risk his life in battle for this strange woman he had intended to protect. Right now, all he wanted was to save himself.

The flowing silver spread out to protect vital areas such as his head, neck, and heart. The youth stared fixedly at Ghost as he slowly backed away.

However, due to his lack of combat experience, this action immediately exposed his greatest weakness.

"Your [Bloodline Armament]