"Iron Cloth Shirt? Interesting, does that mean the Golden Bell Shield exists too?" Qin Yang said with keen interest.
"Yes, it does exist," said the man in black, his voice sharp.
"You must be only at the first level of Iron Cloth Shirt, right?"
Ruan Xinxue looked at the man in black and spoke slowly. Both Ah Hu and Ah Biao had reached the third level of Iron Cloth Shirt. Their muscles were already toned and firm, unlike this guy who was all muscle and seemed a bit clumsy.
"Heh, Miss Ruan is right, I'm at the first level, but it's more than enough to deal with this kid."
The man in black sneered coldly, flipping his palm as a chilling dagger appeared in his hand.
"Tsk tsk, you hit me, I don't need defense, but if I stab you once, it's enough to take your life," the man in black twirled the dagger, a sinister gleam flashed in his eyes.
