Chapter 255: The Fierce Beasts' Battle Armor!
"Why is it you?"
Jiang Chen froze in surprise. It was class time right now—why wasn't she studying like everyone else?
Ye Xinglan's face tightened, sharp as a drawn blade.
"What? Did you swallow gunpowder this morning?"
So she was skipping class too?
"Hmph!"
She snorted coldly, her tone cutting as she asked, "Where are you going? Don't tell me—you're off to see Yuanen Yehui again?"
Ye Xinglan just couldn't understand. How could this scoundrel never stop picking up girls everywhere he went?
And he even used underhanded tricks! Shameless. Perverted. Degenerate!
Her eyes filled with disdain, irritation, and a faint, inexplicable emotion.
That look again—the same one people use when they're disgusted by garbage. Jiang Chen felt speechless.
So now he was garbage, huh?
This was just absurd.
With little patience left, he said curtly, "Why would I look for her? I'm not that bored."
"Who knows? Maybe your dirty little secret got interrupted and you're fuming about it now."
In response to her sarcasm, Jiang Chen simply waved his hand.
In an instant, the Soul Guidance sheath at Ye Xinglan's waist—her weapon and martial soul container—flew straight into his grasp.
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
What!?
She had poured all her wealth into forging this scabbard. It nurtured her sword spirit and allowed her to summon it freely. It was practically part of her martial soul.
How on earth could Jiang Chen summon it away from her like that?
That was no ordinary item—that was her martial soul!
"Xinglan, you'd better be careful. Watch your tone when speaking to me next time."
Of course, he hadn't given her that forging benefit for free.
If she broke their deal and refused to leave Shrek Academy later, wouldn't he lose out?
"So that little sword… you don't trust me?" Ye Xinglan wasn't stupid. She pieced things together immediately, her face darkening.
Jiang Chen shot back, "Why do you look so offended? You don't trust me either! And I already told you—I have nothing going on with Yuanen Yehui! It's all rumors!"
Ye Xinglan snorted. Rumors? There were photos. Who was he kidding?
Still, with her martial soul in his hands, she could only grit her teeth and adapt.
Within seconds, her expression softened into an overly sweet smile.
"Brother Jiang Chen~ Xinglan never doubted you~"
The cloying tone made his scalp crawl.
"Alright, alright—just talk normally, please."
He tossed her scabbard back, then turned to leave without another word.
After a brief hesitation, Ye Xinglan hurried to catch up.
"Where are you going?"
"What's it to you?"
"I… I'm coming too!"
"Skipping class again? Weren't you the top student at Shrek? You're already slacking off at Douluo University?"
A faint blush crept across her cheeks. "I… I don't care. I'm going with you!"
And so, Ye Xinglan followed Jiang Chen onto the soul-guided aircraft.
In the current era, the gap between those with battle armor and those without was enormous.
A battle armor master was easily equivalent to someone twenty levels higher in raw strength.
A one-word battle armor required Thousand-Refined metal for every component and could only be worn by a five-ring Soul King—granting power comparable to a Soul Sage without a true martial soul avatar.
A two-word armor required Spirit-Refined metal and a six-ring Soul Emperor.
A three-word armor, fully Spirit-Forged, for seven-ring Soul Sages.
And a four-word battle armor… was power at the level of Limit Douluo.
Its amplification was terrifying.
Today, since nearly every soul master possessed armor, the gaps weren't as visible—but against those without it, the difference was overwhelming.
Take the Ghost Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult: a veteran quasi-god, second only to Yun Ming and Chen Xinjie, whose spiritual power had already brushed against divine level.
Yet even he, wielding only a three-word armor, was suppressed by the newly ascended quasi-god Qian Gu Qingfeng—thanks to his four-word armor.
A clear demonstration of the armor's vast power gap.
Four-word armor had two creation paths: evolve a three-word set to divine quality, or forge anew using Heavenly-Refined metal.
Although both were "four-word," there was a huge difference.
Self-evolved armors matched perfectly with their owners, but lacked world-shaking strength.
Heavenly-Refined metals, however, were forged under heavenly tribulation—metal blessed and transformed by the power of heaven and earth.
They were known as divine metals.
That was why Mu Ye, the dual master of both mecha and armor, could stand on par with Limit Douluo despite being only level ninety-four.
Half a god, yet still unmatched.
That was the terrifying boost that divine-grade metal brought—multiplying combat power to staggering levels.
"Of course, if Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua would agree to forge a fully Heavenly-Refined armor for me, I wouldn't say no."
Zhen Hua: ??? (Don't you dare come near me!)
Jiang Chen sighed. "Why do I always end up with company every time I leave home?"
"What? Don't you enjoy traveling with a beautiful girl?"
"Of course I do!"
The distance between Douluo City and Heaven Dou City wasn't far. Before long, the soul-guided plane landed at the Spirit Transmission Tower's private airfield. Jiang Chen wasted no time heading straight for Xiong Jun.
Honestly, he didn't have that deep a connection with Zhen Hua, so better to go through Xiong Jun instead.
"Well, well! A rare guest! Jiang Chen actually came alone this time?"
Upon hearing his old friend's arrival, Xiong Jun immediately dropped what he was doing and came to meet him.
Ye Xinglan: ?
Alone? Was she invisible or something?
And wait—did he just say Xiong Jun? That Xiong Jun? The legendary one of the Top Ten Fierce Beasts?
Her mind struggled to process the sight of the formidable beast chatting so casually with Jiang Chen, almost like old drinking buddies.
There was no way this was the typical junior-senior relationship.
How could someone like Jiang Chen possibly be friends with someone like Xiong Jun?
Confused but silent, she stayed quiet.
Xiong Jun might have suppressed his aura, but everyone knew who he was—one of the Ten Great Fierce Beasts, a three-word battle armor master, and an esteemed Holy Craftsman.
Among the fierce beasts, none yet possessed a four-word armor. They hadn't let Zhen Hua forge one for them—because they placed all hope in Xiong Jun stepping into the rank of Divine Craftsman.
If he succeeded, he could forge true divine metals exclusively for the soul beasts.
After all, while they could take human form, their true power remained in their beast forms.
Thus, their battle armors needed to be compatible with their beast bodies, not merely human ones.
At present, all their three-word armors only fit their human forms. Once they transformed fully, those armors became useless.
Their hopes of changing that—of creating armor usable in beast form—rested entirely on Xiong Jun.
After all… who better to solve a soul beast's problem than a soul beast himself?
(END CHAPTER)
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