Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1030 - 97: Senior, Can You Still Fight?

The Chinese battle suit, also known as the Heavenly Armor.

This ancient armor forging technique originated in the renaissance period of Europe, initially developed by alchemists to create metal puppets with powerful protective capabilities to safeguard their masters’ frail bodies.

Around three hundred years ago, alchemists from Nederland disseminated this technology into the Fusang territory in the Far East, where it was improved by monks of Sensoji Temple, renowned for their craftsmanship skills, creating the "Black Cloud Armor" powered by steam engines.

Later, Fusang Ronin warriors invaded the borders of Ming Country, further spreading the technology of the Black Cloud Armor into Ming Country. After being refined by master craftsmen from the Mohist school, it evolved into the "Heavenly Armor," a divine artifact for the nation.

The Heavenly Armor removed the cumbersome steam-powered design of the Black Cloud Armor, using the "Eight Trigram Yuan-Qi Furnace" as the driving force, significantly enhancing combat capability and endurance, capable of instantaneously increasing the wielder’s strength a hundredfold.

Compared to orthodox Martial Arts Masters, the advantage of the Heavenly Armor lies in its ability for tri-domain combat: land, sea, and air, especially suited for maritime warfare.

After all, on the vast ocean, the ships of both sides are far apart, engaging in firefights from thousands of meters away. Even the top Martial Arts Masters find it difficult to move freely across the vast ocean.

With the aid of the Heavenly Armor, it is possible to engage in long-distance boarding battles. Even if accidentally falling into the water, the armor’s propulsion and buoyancy can save a life, preventing sinking into the deep sea.

However, the corresponding drawback is that this Heavenly Armor not only has a very high manufacturing cost, but also is difficult for ordinary people to operate. Thus, it has always been worn by a select few high-ranking warriors in the past.

The set of Heavenly Armor openly displayed in the Guardian Association Hall is merely a beautiful trophy for the British, but to the People of Ming, it symbolizes a deeply felt humiliating history.

It signifies the complete annihilation of an elite troop, the unfortunate sacrifice of an excellent commander.

It signifies a bloody debt with a heavy mark in the annals of history.

Wang Yunxiao wanted to take it back from the first moment he saw it. But at that time, he was still on a mission and had to protect Cheng Feng in acquiring intelligence, so he could only bury his personal feelings deep in his heart.

But now, it’s different.

Wang Yunxiao walked up to the Heavenly Armor resting in the display case and softly asked, "Senior, can you still fight?"

The only answer for him was solemn silence.

This question does not require an answer.

This set of Heavenly Armor has been meticulously cared for, and it seems that its collector had worn it for show.

Wang Yunxiao has no idea how to operate this armor, but that’s not important.

A true warrior, upon touching a weapon, knows how to use it.

No frills needed; the sole purpose of a weapon’s creation is killing!

The armor set stands at a full height of two meters and forty-five centimeters, with internal space ample enough to accommodate an adult male. Wang Yunxiao found the switch after surveying it up and down, and upon entering the inner cabin, the padding began automatically inflating, completely conforming to his body.

The metal giant gradually stood up from its seat, thirty-six mechanical locks on its body interlocking sequentially, one hundred and eight inscribed armor plates glowing faintly, while two Eight Trigram Yuan-Qi Furnaces at its back operated like wings, emitting wisps of white steam.

"I told you, this thing can’t be designed too complex."

You think those fighters have a good head on their shoulders?

Donning the heavy helmet, picking up the big spear standing beside him.

This is a hook and sickle spear made entirely of metal, and of course, it can also be called a jouh.

The armor set weighs over a thousand pounds, yet Wang Yunxiao doesn’t feel its weight at all, instead feels lighter, slightly unaccustomed.

He vaguely hears the sound of waves crashing in the helmet.

At this moment, the humanoid mecha previously punched away by him emerged from the tunnel.

The flames on it had extinguished, and the originally pristine armor was charred black, but it still appeared to maintain its full power.

This is a mechanical puppet with self-repair capability, with various protective abilities that are quite robust.

Having endured a direct EMP hit and Wang Yunxiao’s punch, it still remained unperturbed.

But Wang Yunxiao holds contempt for such designs.

You’ve allocated all your skill points to defense, what about damage?

Is your damage only intended for bullying the weak?

Then why must you make a humanoid form, why not a metal tortoise instead?

Without waiting for the mecha to raise its hand, Wang Yunxiao stomped his feet, soared off the ground, and hurled the long spear towards it.

The heavy long spear shrieked through the air, aiming with thunderous force right at the target’s face.

The humanoid mecha raised the blades it held, attempting to block, but upon first contact, the blades broke on the spot.

The spear blade penetrated into its neck unimpeded, piercing through!

No wonder, the gravitational force is too terrifying, the spear’s weight alone exceeds half its weight. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

From that initial encounter, Wang Yunxiao recognized its vulnerability.

Overly anthropomorphic.

The human body structure is inherently fragile; creating such robots, apart from aesthetic value, serves what use? With such technical capacity, wouldn’t a tank be more appealing?

Of course, what must be applauded is, this creature’s health bar is extremely lengthy.

A wound that would be fatal on a human body hardly constitutes critical damage for it; with a big metallic spear lodged in its face, it’s still trying to pull out the spear and regain balance.

But Wang Yunxiao is not giving it any breathing room.

The Heavenly Armor descended with a roar, stirring clouds of dust.

Not knowing how to use and incapable of using are two different issues; given a three-foot Qingfeng blade, even if you’re unversed in the solitary nine sword technique, you can still engage in random slashing.

Lifting the spear handle, kicking away the humanoid mecha hanging on it, Wang Yunxiao gripped the spear with both hands, raised it overhead and slammed it down heavily.

Spear techniques certainly do not include such foolish moves, except for destroying your own weapon, utterly useless, but the hook-sickle spear in his hand is not an ordinary spear.

This move is called Farmers’ Fieldwork!

The sharp sickle slams downwards; although the humanoid mecha raises its hand to block, the sickle tip easily pierces through its helmet.

Countless electric sparks scattered and flew everywhere.

The brain isn’t necessarily the focal point.

This creature has an extraordinarily thick health bar; even smashing the brain is futile, even disassembling it, it might still self-repair like a terminator robot.

So Wang Yunxiao isn’t careless at all; taking advantage of its momentary halt, he swung his fist round aimed at the mecha’s abdomen for another hit.

Steel clashed against steel, the razor edge on the arm instantly tearing the mecha’s abdomen shell apart.

Wang Yunxiao initially thought the metallic edge attached to the back of the hand primarily served a decorative purpose rather than practicality, but didn’t expect its hardness to be quite phenomenal, easily tearing through the opponent’s metal armor.