Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1629: Battle Armor Refined by Han Muye

Chapter 1629 - 1629: Battle Armor Refined by Han Muye

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He Yangsun looked at the armor piece in his palm.

Even without activating the control, he could still feel the immense and majestic power within the plate.

It was a kind of rich, agile, and ethereal power that made one feel buoyant and ecstatic.

He clenched his fist lightly.

“Buzz!”

Silver light flowed from his fingertips, covering his palm.

In just a moment, the halo enveloped his arms, shoulders, and then his whole body was adorned in bright silver armor.

The silver breastplate, covered in scales, emitted a mysterious light.

A formidable Battle Armor!

As soon as he lifted his foot, He Yangsun’s body collided with the counter, smas.h.i.+ng it to pieces. He crashed into a wooden rack on the side, toppling the heavy rack and scattering armor plates and puppet parts all over the floor.

He raised his hand to try to lift the rack, but with a press of his hand, the rack collapsed with a resounding crash.

Standing up, he looked around nervously. Then, he gently moved his arm.

As the mask disappeared, his face was filled with excitement and disbelief.

The power of this armor was too strong for him to control.

“Master, what… what level is this armor?”

What level?

According to Han Muye’s evaluation, it should be around level four, considering the materials and refining techniques he used.

But compared to the current popular levels of battle armor in the city, this armor already possessed the attributes of a high-quality level six armor.

“This armor is newly developed by me, let’s call it level five for now, after all, it still lacks some spirituality.” Han Muye waved his hand and walked upstairs. “You familiarize yourself with the armor first, and also with your puppet.”

His voice came from upstairs.

A newly developed Battle Armor!

He Yangsun was dazed for a long time before coming back to his senses.

Master Han was actually a master armor forger who could develop battle armor!

A master who could forge battle armor was completely different from one who could develop it.

A master who could develop battle armor was the one truly respected by all powerhouses!

And this battle armor was actually level five.

Given his own cultivation level, it was impossible for him to activate such armor.

But now, this level five armor responded to him as if it were his own.

Level five.

His father was also a level five Armor Master.

Would he have a chance to reach his father’s level and revive the He family?

He cautiously looked down at the armor on his body, suppressing the excitement in his heart, then turned to look towards the door.

“He Quan, He Ye, tidy up the shop. I’m going to practice in the backyard.”

As Han Muye said, he needed to control the characteristics and power of the armor.

As an Armor Master and a Puppet Master, it wasn’t just about the strength of the armor or puppet.

Armor Masters and Puppet Masters also needed sufficient control over their own strength, to blend the power of armor and puppets, and maximize their combat effectiveness.

When Han Muye walked into the courtyard, he saw He Yangsun constantly charging and fighting while manipulating the armor.

With the speed attribute of the armor, He Yangsun turned into a blur in the courtyard.

With a long saber in hand, his combat power was many times stronger than when he fought against w.a.n.g Sankui.

Han Muye watched for a moment, shaking his head involuntarily.

In his opinion, He Yangsun’s talent for cultivation was not bad. Even with the dual cultivation of armor and puppets, he had a solid foundation.

But whether it was the He family or the cultivation methods of PaG.o.da City, the foundation was still weak, and the means of fighting were too simple.

“Use the power of the armor to maximize your speed,” Han Muye said loudly.

He Yangsun hesitated for a moment, then increased his speed by three points under his feet.

Instantly, the afterimages in the courtyard became even dimmer. However, with such speed, He Yangsun was still lacking in control and mastery.

This kind of acceleration not only failed to improve his combat power, but also significantly increased his energy consumption.

He Yangsun felt that Master Han was just an expert in forging armor, but when it came to controlling and manipulating the armor, he was still an amateur.

“Listen, the sound of the wind,” Han Muye’s voice rang out again.

The sound of the wind?

Confusion flashed across He Yangsun’s face as he quietly listened to the howling of the wind.

That howling sound was piercing and irresistible.

For a moment, he felt a little lost and unknowingly increased his speed.

Wind was the attribute power of this armor.

When he could feel the attribute power of the armor, he managed to control the speed.

“You have to listen to the armor and become its comrade, not a tool,” Han Muye said softly.

He Yangsun slowed down.

This slowness was not due to his own actions, but continuous adjustments and adaptations.

The armor adapted to his body and chose the most suitable speed for him.

This speed was the most comfortable and sustainable for He Yangsun.

“Draw the saber, use the power of the armor.

“There’s no need to slash with all your might. You have to use the saber in your hand to guide the power of the armor. Stab, spin, and if one strikemisses, retreat a thousand miles.’

As Han Muye spoke, the long saber in He Yangsun’s hand turned into a line. It emitted a mysterious light, underpinned by the afterimages.

s.h.i.+ny silver, greenish gray.

Back when his father, He Ju, was still in the family, He Yangsun had seen him fight with others.

The powerful force that blended with the armor’s power at will was intoxicating.

At this moment, He Yangsun finally experienced such a feeling.

He even got lost in the illusion of the armor flying and the sword light flickering.

“Buzz!”

With a light pull of the long knife, a circular arc was drawn, slicing through a three-foot-thick tree in the courtyard as if it were tofu.

When he stood in place, with a clear expression on his face, Han Muye’s figure had already disappeared..