Nine-layer armor-breaking

Chapter 364 Offense and Defense
In the current situation, although it hasn't reached the point where we need the help of the National Day, asking questions is a way of showing our stance.

Given the current situation, even after careful consideration, he remains silent.

He didn't want to offend an unknown, mysterious figure while the situation was still unclear. He couldn't afford to offend someone whose background he didn't know easily; he couldn't afford to ruin his own future.

The man holding the long sword originally did not want to engage in any dishonest behavior in front of his subordinates, and he wanted to ask the hooded man in front of him if he needed a weapon.

However, the hooded man had already enraged him. Thinking of the man's dismissive words and his missing teeth, he naturally didn't care about anything else.

Right now, all he wanted was to get rid of the hooded man in front of him as quickly as possible.

The long blade flashed past, but Jiang Yuan dodged it with ease.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the man brandished his longsword again, changing his path as he headed towards the hooded man; however, his hopes were dashed once more.

Undeterred, he charged toward his target again and again, using all the footwork and techniques he was so proud of, but to no avail; he failed to harm the hooded man in the slightest.

The hooded man was able to dodge all kinds of attacks with ease and without breaking a sweat.

"How could this be!" The man wielding the long sword exclaimed. He seemed to have expended a lot of energy. Despite his tall and robust physique, he appeared somewhat tired from the repeated fierce attacks.

How could a high-level Heaven-rank martial artist fail time and time again? He couldn't even get close to him? He just couldn't understand it.

"Could it be... defense? Yes, if he doesn't make a move, I naturally won't be able to find his weakness." The man holding the long sword pondered to himself.

With this thought in mind, he felt more confident about the upcoming battle. It seemed that he had found the key, and he was no longer as flustered and aimless as before.

He suddenly burst into laughter and said to the hooded man, "What kind of skill is it to just guard without attacking like this! Or is it that all you can do is hide like a mouse like this?" He spoke casually, but he was still a little scared in his heart.

Jiang Yuan understood his intentions. Faced with the provocation, he remained unmoved, but a faint smile appeared on his calm face beneath the hood.

In fact, what the man holding the long knife said was exactly what Eleven was thinking.

Judging from the current situation, his boss was no match for that hooded man. "Could it be that he can only dodge and not attack?" He couldn't help but analyze the current situation in his mind.

If that's the case, he can no longer remain silent as he is now; he should take some action, or rather, make some statement.

Eleven could sense his boss's current state. After all, his boss was a high-level Heaven-rank martial artist, or more accurately, only one step away from the peak of martial artisthood. He didn't think that someone with such strength would be defeated by a hooded man who just stopped him on the road. In addition, seeing his boss's expression gradually improving, he knew that his boss already had a plan.

His boss wasn't very cunning; his emotions were always written on his face, a fact he had long known. The only reason his boss still didn't dare to easily rebel against him was because of his identity as a martial artist.

He knew what a high-level Heavenly Realm martial artist meant, and he had seen him when he was angry, something he was powerless to deal with and could not bear.

"To attack..."

Standing in the shadow of the screen, the hooded figure uttered these words, then moved with lightning speed, closing in on the man wielding the long sword in the blink of an eye. With a series of fluid movements, he disarmed the man, and with a few swift "whoosh" sounds, swiftly cleaved the closed door in two. The long sword then fell straight to the ground. The sharp sound of the sword striking the ground sent shivers down their spines, the echo reverberating and stirring their hearts. For a moment, panic, helplessness, and blankness filled their minds.

Eleven stared wide-eyed, while the person who had been forced to kneel by Jiang Yuan without any warning also looked terrified and incredulous.

The door slammed shut with a bang, and the person waiting outside looked completely bewildered.

In the blink of an eye, the heavy longsword was forcibly snatched from his hand, and he was completely unaware of it. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation since becoming a Heaven-Rank martial artist. The last time someone had forcibly taken his weapon was a long, distant memory.

"That's about the fairness you want."

Upon hearing Jiang Yuan's words, he immediately understood what Jiang Yuan meant. For some reason, his mind was exceptionally clear.

“How could you…” He slowly stood up.

“I’ve seen too many like you, no skill, yet you insist on fairness.” Jiang Yuan stepped out of the shadows. “Sometimes, does it really matter whether you have a weapon or not?”

Upon hearing this, he turned his head heavily, his gaze dim, and glanced at the door with only a narrow "threshold" remaining, staring at the neat cross-section, lost in thought...

He knew that the people outside had a clear view of the scene inside, but he still didn't dare to look them in the eye. He didn't dare to expose himself in front of everyone in such a shameful way. Just imagining it was enough to make his heart stop. He wanted to temporarily avoid looking to "escape a disaster".

"What, still want to fight?" Jiang Yuan took in all of the man's actions and asked indifferently.

The man's voice was low, but he still asked Jiang Yuan again, unwilling to give up: "Who exactly are you?"

“Similarly, the loser has no right to know.” Jiang Yuan glanced towards the door. “Now, can you speak?”

His once tall and robust physique now appeared utterly disheveled.

This time, he mustered his courage and followed Jiang Yuan's gaze to look outside the door. Sure enough, one familiar head after another, one familiar yet unfamiliar eye after another, were all looking at him with extremely similar expressions.

Upon seeing that look, he first paused, and then dared not look any longer.

Something seemed to have changed within him; his eyes grew increasingly cold, his face ashen, and he burst into laughter, completely disregarding his image…

"I'll say it again, let's fight. You can take my head with your own skill; as for the rest, you're dreaming!" He had nothing left to lose.

"Fine, I'll grant your wish." Jiang Yuan stopped wasting time with him, knowing that the man was determined to die, and this battle might be his last hurrah.

"Come on!" he shouted at Jiang Yuan, his eyes instantly blazing with anger.

This time, he wanted Jiang Yuan to make the first move, but Jiang Yuan saw through his intention and immediately leaped away...

(End of this chapter)