He never paid too much attention to the issue of breathability. He only wanted to increase his armor's defense as much as possible and increase its speed, so he ignored the issue.
"Twenty years ago, we fought for a long time on the battlefield of ten thousand races. Since our combat suits were not breathable, sweat stuck to our clothes and pores, causing various body problems such as red rashes. That indirectly led us to lose three six-star cultivators and more than twenty five-star cultivators in that battle. We suffered a great loss before those thousands of monsters!"
The muffled sound of thunder rang out in the testing field.
Feng Qi's face immediately turned red with shame as he stood in front of everyone.
He was only a blacksmith doing research in a safe city. He had no idea what the situation on the front line was, or what the cultivators needed in such armor.
He just followed his own train of thought.
