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In the current situation, Ye Huan was still far from being a Third-Rank Summoner, let alone possessing the abilities of a Sixth-Level Practitioner who could enhance their body using Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. However, did Ye Huan not have equipment with defensive capabilities that were at least on par with steel plates?
The Dragon Scale Armor, a bulletproof vest capable of stopping even bullets, surely had no reason to fear mere traps.
Excitedly, Ye Huan pointed to this exquisite piece of equipment on his body as he shared his thoughts with Zhang Ren, almost eager to demonstrate it right in front of him.
"This thing? It's just an ordinary cloth armor. Is it really effective?"
Zhang Ren looked at the Dragon Scale Armor on Ye Huan, which appeared to be covered in a thick layer of dirt, his face filled with disdain. He was skeptical about the seemingly unimpressive armor; after all, according to his understanding, what kind of armor could withstand attacks infused with Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy?
Hearing Zhang Ren's words, Ye Huan felt somewhat displeased.
After all, the Dragon Scale Armor was the best bulletproof vest of the Twenty-First Century. If it couldn't even withstand these traps, then what could truly be called 'dragon scales'?
Feeling uncomfortable, Ye Huan pulled out Zhang Ren's longsword and handed it to him, pointing at the Dragon Scale Armor as he said, "Don't believe me? You can try it!"
Holding the longsword in disbelief, Zhang Ren didn't know what to say. It was one thing not to know Ye Huan's identity before; now that he did, there was no way Zhang Ren would dare to stab the young master of the Ye Family with a longsword! He wasn't foolish enough to do that…
"Hey, come on and make your move..." Ye Huan muttered as he thought about how to prove the defensive power of the Dragon Scale Armor to Zhang Ren. He grabbed the hilt of the longsword in Zhang Ren's hand and thrust it directly toward the Dragon Scale Armor.
Due to an additional layer of Nylon on the surface of the Dragon Scale Armor, when the sharp tip of the sword made contact with it, there was no sound at all. The resistance felt through the sword made Zhang Ren's eyes widen in surprise.
Curious, he looked along the blade toward where it met the armor. There wasn't even a scratch on the Dragon Scale Armor; not only was there no damage to the Titanium Alloy Bulletproof Tile inside, but even the outer Nylon layer showed no signs of wear.
Now intrigued, Zhang Ren tried to condense some Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy into sword energy and pushed the longsword forward again.
With a sharp sound…
Visible to the naked eye, after being enhanced by Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, a significant tear appeared in the Nylon layer of the Dragon Scale Armor under this fierce attack, revealing the Titanium Alloy Bulletproof Tile underneath. The tip of the sword pressed firmly against that Titanium Alloy Bulletproof Tile without advancing even a fraction further.
A bulletproof vest capable of stopping sword energy from a Fifth-Level Warrior—one could only imagine how terrifyingly strong the defense of the Dragon Scale Armor truly was…
"Do you believe it now? Are you starting to agree with what I've said?"
Noticing that Zhang Ren was just staring blankly at the Titanium Alloy Bulletproof Tile exposed from the Dragon Scale Armor, Ye Huan couldn't help but show off, slapping the Dragon Scale Armor with a loud sound, clearly flaunting its impressive qualities.
After all, Ye Huan came from the Twenty-First Century, and he naturally believed that things from his time were better than those in this world.
Zhang Ren instinctively nodded, still fixated on the Dragon Scale Armor on Ye Huan, but his eyes were filled with a sense of greed.
After all, in this world, there was almost no armor capable of blocking Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy attacks. Yet, the piece Ye Huan wore could even withstand the sword energy emitted by a Fifth-Level Expert. One could imagine just how monstrous the defensive capabilities of the Dragon Scale Armor were.
If it weren't for knowing that the items summoned by Ye Huan could only be used by him, Zhang Ren would have undoubtedly tried to rip the Dragon Scale Armor off him.
"Alright, since you think it's good too, let's get started!"
Noticing Zhang Ren's gaze, Ye Huan didn't mind. He waved his hand in front of Zhang Ren and then jumped up and down in place to loosen up.
With a resentful glare, Zhang Ren tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand as he watched Ye Huan bounce around, clearly ready for action.
No matter how many words could be said, the most important thing right now was to find the group of black-clad individuals who had kidnapped the little princess. Therefore, regardless of their inner thoughts, both Ye Huan and Zhang Ren had no choice but to trust each other.
In the next moment, whoosh…
After warming up for a while, Ye Huan shot out like an arrow along the footprints left by Weiyang.
Behind him, Zhang Ren closely followed, always alert for any traps that might appear around Ye Huan.
Sure enough, just as before, after running only about ten meters, Ye Huan accidentally stepped on a twig. Suddenly, a large net fell from above, aiming directly at him.
Noticing the commotion above Ye Huan's head, Zhang Ren leaped up from behind him. He soared three feet high and used his long sword to deflect the net aside. Throughout this process, Ye Huan didn't stop at all; he continued charging forward and quickly triggered a second trap.
Several sharpened branches tied together with ropes swung down from a large tree like a swing aimed at Ye Huan's waist.
Behind him, about two meters away from Ye Huan, Zhang Ren was too lazy to even make a move this time. He couldn't believe that a few wooden spears could break through the defenses of the Dragon Scale Armor.
In fact, it was indeed the case; those short spears bounced off Ye Huan's Dragon Scale Armor without causing him any threat at all.
Thus, following the footprints left by Weiyang, Ye Huan charged forward continuously. Whenever he encountered traps that the Dragon Scale Armor could not withstand, Zhang Ren would handle them. As for attacks aimed at Ye Huan's chest and back, they were all effortlessly blocked by the Dragon Scale Armor.
After just five minutes, Ye Huan and Zhang Ren arrived at a relatively open area in the forest, and it was here that Weiyang's footprints completely disappeared...
"What should we do?"
Unable to find any traces of footprints on the ground, Zhang Ren couldn't help but look at Ye Huan, seeking his opinion.
Furrowing his brows, Ye Huan glanced around and, confirming that there were no more footprints in the vicinity, he looked up at the sky.
Sure enough, among the dense branches of the trees, about twenty figures in black were crouched there, coldly watching Ye Huan and Zhang Ren below.
"I didn't expect you to still be alive."
After being spotted by Ye Huan, one of the black-clad figures easily jumped down from the tree and sarcastically addressed Ye Huan. In his arms was the little princess, her hands and feet bound, with tears occasionally glistening in her beautiful eyes.
If Ye Huan remembered correctly, it was this black-clad figure who had stabbed him while he was on the Trial Assembly stands. If it weren't for the protection of the Dragon Scale Armor, Ye Huan might have already been dead.
Glaring hatefully at this guy, Ye Huan summoned the 2012 Arms Compendium with a flick of his hand. He slapped it, and amidst swirling mist, an M4A1 assault rifle appeared in his grasp as the compendium vanished from sight.
As soon as Ye Huan made this move, all the black-clad figures in the trees jumped down one by one.
A chubby man with his hands bound was pushed to their front. His squinty little eyes and plump figure made him stand out as none other than Weiyang, the grandson of the Mage Association president.
Earlier, after entering this forest with Zhang Ren, Weiyang had sped up considerably. With his magical shield, he didn’t care about various trap attacks.
However, due to a careless mistake, Weiyang fell into a pit dug by those black-clad figures and was captured as a hostage—truly unfortunate.
Ye Huan glanced at Weiyang and the little princess. Faced with so many men in black, he felt a bit nervous, his hands gripping the gun sweating profusely. Yet, he insisted, "Let them go."
"Let them go? On what grounds? Who do you think you are?" One of the men in black, having pulled out a Short Blade from who knows where, easily pressed it against the little princess's fair neck.
With this movement, the two men in black holding Weiyang also drew their Short Blades, one on each side of his neck. However, they were far less gentle with Weiyang than with the little princess; the blade was nearly embedded in his skin, and the crimson blood was strikingly visible against his neck.
"I'm not a powerful figure; you can kill me if you want. But I need to tell you that one of the people you've captured is a princess of Huaxia Nation, and the other is Weiyang, the grandson of the president of the Mage Association. If anything happens to them, do you think you'll survive?"
Feigning calmness, Ye Huan aimed his gun at the men in black. Experience learned from Twenty-First Century TV dramas told him that the little princess and Weiyang were merely hostages. The reason these men had taken them was to save their own lives. However, if anything happened to the princess or Weiyang, there would be no escape for them.
As Ye Huan expected, after he spoke those words, the men in black did not make any further moves. Even the two holding blades to Weiyang's neck exchanged glances, their grips on the Short Blades loosening.
An opportunity!
Having been observing these men in black all along, Zhang Ren immediately dashed forward when he saw that the blades pressing against Weiyang's neck had moved away significantly. With his long sword radiating a faint white sword aura, he swiftly cut down one man in black and kicked another away. Taking advantage of the moment while the others were still stunned, he pulled Weiyang back rapidly.
After retreating about ten meters, Ye Huan also took action. He aimed his gun at the men in black and pulled the trigger. The M4A1 assault rifle erupted with furious flames as dozens of bullets were unleashed in just two seconds...
"Stop! Stop right now! Or I'll kill her! Hurry!"
Realizing that things had changed, the man holding the little princess as a hostage tightened his grip on the Short Blade and shouted at Ye Huan.
He looked just like a gambler who had lost everything and was desperate...
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