Seeing the second burly man holding a sharp javelin, Zhao Rong stepped back and drew a sharp breath. "Damn it," he said, "my soft inner armor can stop throwing knives, but it can't stop this javelin."
When they heard that the only reason Zhao Rong was impervious to blades was because he was wearing soft inner armor, the four burly men fainted from shock.
The first burly man, riddled with throwing knives and barely clinging to life, sputtered, "So, you were just wearing soft armor, kid. I actually thought you were some kind of god, truly invincible. It seems there's no ultimate poser in this world, only a bigger one…"
With that, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out cold.
Seeing his brother faint, the second burly man brandished his javelin, eager for his turn. "Boy, even with soft armor, you won't be able to stop my javelin…"
