"Master Han, you're indeed a rare expert in controlling armor."
He Yangsun slowly sheathed his saber and spoke in a low voice.
His understanding of armor and strength is something my father, the fifth-level Armor Master He Ju, couldn't express or guide me through.
However, with just a few words from Master Han, I'm able to synchronize with the power of the Battle Armor, increasing my combat strength countless times over.
He tightened his fists slightly, a gleam in his eyes.
With my current combat strength and the power of this armor, I will definitely be invincible among peers!
If that's the case, can I win back everything I lost in those gambling battles?
Looking up at the attic, He Yangsun slowly closed his eyes, and the Battle Armor transformed back into pieces, the shell of the battle puppet falling in front of him.
"Boom—"
