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!
"Pa!"
As soon as he lifted his foot, He Yangsun's body collided with the counter, smashing 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.
