Learning from paper alone feels shallow, true understanding requires hands-on practice.

Although many people understand the difference between wearing armor and not wearing armor, it's just like the two lines of poetry above.

You know construction work is hard, you know mining is hard, but if you haven't done it yourself, you only know it's hard. But how hard is it really? Do you truly know how hard?

Therefore, regarding wearing armor, many people cannot truly imagine the specific difference, because they've genuinely never worn it.

But many people, during their student days, I'm not sure if they've ever been in a fight.

Let me give just one example.

Some students, before getting into a fight, would stuff textbooks inside their shirts.

That way, when someone punches you in the chest, you're surprised to find you don't feel much pain, while the other person feels their hand hurts.

So, if stuffing a single book can do that, imagine three layers of armor.

However, the current situation is completely contrary to normal logic.

After Jiang Ran threw that punch, the Mingguang Armor Man was sent flying seven or eight meters by a single fist.

From one side of the hallway, he flew to the other side.

The sound of him crashing to the floor was so loud it even triggered the voice-controlled lights in the hallway downstairs.

Now, look at the Mingguang Armor Man himself.

He finally removed his golden iron mask.

Revealing the face of a man around 35 years old.

Once this face was exposed, the large mouth on that face suddenly sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

The blood splattered out, spraying across that area.

And it wasn't just that one mouthful. After the first, the Mingguang Armor Man spat out three more mouthfuls before finally calming down.

Although he calmed down, his mouth was full of blood. His snow-white teeth were covered in blood.

It all seeped out from the corners of his mouth.

The Mingguang Armor Man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Then, staring at the blood on his hand, his gaze was one of shock and horror. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Immediately after, ignoring this, he looked down and touched the spot on his chest where that punch had landed.

That spot was the part of the Mingguang Armor with the strongest defense.

Namely, the two plate-like breastplates on the chest of the Mingguang Armor.

As a result, this area was now clearly dented inward.

"This... this..."

The Mingguang Armor Man would rather believe he was dreaming than accept that this was something a person could do with bare hands.

Tap, tap, tap.

These were Jiang Ran's footsteps.

The current, battered Jiang Ran was walking step by step toward the Mingguang Armor Man.

Seeing this, the Mingguang Armor Man also staggered to his feet, leaning against the white wall beside him.

The chainsaw in his hand had vanished without a trace due to that punch just now. Fortunately, his two hammers were still tied to his waist. He took the two hammers down.

Gripping them tightly.

At this moment, these two hammers were not only weapons for attacking, but also weapons for preserving his life.

"Hiss..."

He sucked in a cold breath of air. His chest still ached terribly.

Seeing Jiang Ran getting closer and closer to him.

He didn't wait any longer.

Roaring toward Jiang Ran's direction: "Aaaaaah!!!!"

Just like ancient armies cheering themselves on before clashing on the battlefield.

After shouting, he charged forward.

But this time, the results of his charge were completely lackluster compared to before.

Previously, his hammers could easily strike Jiang Ran and inflict serious damage.

And Jiang Ran's chainsaw couldn't harm him.

But now, as he swung his hammers, with Jiang Ran standing right in front of him.

He simply couldn't land a hit.

Instead, the other side of his chest took another punch.

This punch was just like the previous one.

One punch sent him flying seven or eight meters, deeply denting the chest armor, and his mouth kept vomiting blood continuously.

Not only that, the Mingguang Armor Man felt as if his chest was burning with pain.

"It's over, it's over, it's over."

This was the Mingguang Armor Man's thought after taking the second punch.

He felt he couldn't defeat Jiang Ran.

How ironic to think about it. He, with three layers of armor, couldn't beat someone bare-handed and unarmored.

If the three layers of armor on his body weren't all personally crafted by himself, but bought from others.

He would suspect the seller deliberately gave him shoddy, substandard armor.

But, he actually wished that were the case, rather than the armor he made himself being unable to save his life.

"Heh heh heh, Jiang Ran, do you want to hear my story?"

The Mingguang Armor Man propped himself up against the wall again.

His helmet had also fallen off from the second punch.

His hair was disheveled.

At the moment, his left hand braced against the wall, his right hand pressed on his right knee.

He looked utterly wretched, blood uncontrollably flowing from his mouth as he spoke.

"Hear your story? Didn't you say your story was your most painful memory, and only someone with a mental illness would tell it to others?"

Jiang Ran wore a half-smile. Although his overall appearance was even more wretched than the Mingguang Armor Man's.

Given the current situation where the tables had turned, it was Jiang Ran who appeared calm and composed, handling things with ease.

The Mingguang Armor Man laughed helplessly.

He didn't like telling stories to others, but now, the circumstances were special.

Didn't he need to buy some time to catch his breath?

The Mingguang Armor Man smiled bitterly: "That was all nonsense. Actually, I love sharing my story with others the most."

Jiang Ran crossed his arms: "Is that so? Then let me hear your story?"

Seeing this, the Mingguang Armor Man immediately nodded and began telling his story:

"My ancestors were blacksmiths, most skilled at crafting all kinds of armor."

"As a family trade passed down for generations, every generation naturally had to inherit it."

"But unfortunately, this family trade of ours, like others, became more difficult to pass on with each generation."

"By my grandfather's generation, my grandfather had completely become a farmer, relying on the heavens for a living."

"Perhaps my ancestors foresaw that a day like this would come in later generations, that the family trade would be lost."

"Therefore, one ancestor compiled his craftsmanship into a book and instructed his descendants that each generation must make a copy of this book to preserve it."

"And so, it was passed down generation after generation. Although by my grandfather's generation, the craft was lost, my father inherited it."

"My grandfather knew about the book when he was young, but he had no interest in blacksmithing. My father, however, was interested and read that book as a child, learning on his own."

"As the saying goes, learning must be applied. Just studying isn't enough; you need practical experience."

"But my family at that time relied on farming for food. Where could my father develop his hobby and interest?"

"Fortunately, there was a blacksmith shop in the village with a blacksmith who specialized in making farming tools. My father became his apprentice."

"This apprenticeship lasted for many years, and my father reached the age for marriage."

"My father's master only had two daughters, no sons."

"He also had three apprentices. My father was the youngest."

"The eldest daughter married the eldest apprentice and went to live in his village."

"My father's master, therefore, wanted his younger daughter to marry my father and inherit his blacksmith shop. To pass on his legacy, since my father had the best blacksmithing skills."