Ye Chen's face remained unchanged as he watched the strong men charging at him.
It had to be said that these burly guys were quite formidable, truly considered seasoned fighters.
Dealing with them, Ye Chen felt some strain, but thankfully Bai Suzhen had given him the Golden Silk Armor.
Even when their clubs struck him, he felt no pain.
This Golden Silk Armor was truly a great piece, Ye Chen thought to himself.
"This guy is really strange, how come the clubs hit him and nothing happens?" one of the strong men said.
Ye Chen was surrounded by the big guys, and since they all had clubs, it was inevitable that he would get hit.
Yet even so, Ye Chen showed no expression, still retaliating with a grin.
"Old Eight, what are you talking about? I think this guy is just tough, but if we hit him a few more times, he'll go down," another strong man said.
Ye Chen revealed an evil grin, thinking to himself that hitting him a hundred times wouldn't harm him.
