The Bravest

"A powerful skill. A very powerful skill," Dragon Thirteen complimented. She looked around, unable to determine where those knife airs were hiding.

"That is too much of a compliment." Han Sen smiled.

Dragon Thirteen continued on to say, "Don't be so happy too soon. Do you know why the Dragon are called the bravest?"

"I don't know." Han Sen had never heard this before.

"You will find out soon enough," Dragon Thirteen said, and then she spun her black lance. The lance became even sharper, until it turned into a light that fired towards Han Sen.

Countless strands of knife silk cut into her armor. Cracks appeared all over her armor, but no blood seeped out.

Han Sen could see that after the knife silk cut through the armor, her skin still looked crystal-white. There was no evidence of a single wound. Han Sen was shocked by this.