"Where did you get that treasure sword? Mine is a high-grade treasure sword too," Mo Dachang said.
"Master gave it to me. So with this sword, I, Yan Beitian, can kill warriors of the same realm like you. Do you concede?" Yan Beitian threw back his head and laughed.
"Can Master equip me with a treasured saber like that too?" Mo Dachang asked.
"Of course. Li Liao, Dongfang Ming, and Luo Yiwu all have these sabers," Tang Wen said.
"These are nothing. Look at this jacket..." Luo Yiwu flung off his outer robe, revealing his bulletproof vest as he stepped forward. "Give Mo Dachang a saber and let him slash me."
Mo Dachang leaped over, drew a saber from the training ground's weapon rack, and slashed at Luo Yiwu.
Scrape...
Luo Yiwu staggered back repeatedly from the impact, but the saber failed to damage the vest.
Angered, Mo Dachang raised his strength to seventy percent and delivered another slash.
Although the blade did not wound him, Luo Yiwu spat blood, clearly injured by the force of the blow.
"You injured me with the impact, but that was because my cultivation is far below yours," Luo Yiwu said.
"What kind of clothing is this? How can it be so formidable? Is it made of black iron?" Mo Dachang asked.
"A bulletproof vest," Luo Yiwu said.
"Come on. I won't use a saber, but you can. I'll wear this, and you slash me." Yan Beitian put on the bulletproof vest and a helmet, tossed his saber aside, and shouted challengingly at Mo Dachang.
Mo Dachang flew into a rage. With a roar, he sprang up, his saber slashing toward Yan Beitian like the wind.
Unarmed, Yan Beitian dodged repeatedly, taking a slash now and then.
However, Yan Beitian's cultivation was no weaker