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nWilliam, unmatched in role-playing, was now playing a novice Soulmancer at the 13th Bureau. Unless absolutely necessary, he naturally didn’t want to reveal his true strength.

nAfter suiting up in the 096 armor, William felt a rare sense of excitement.

nWith the armor on, there was no fear of exposing his abilities, and everything felt fresh and new.

nVictor, wielding a giant sword, stood about 10 feet away from William, his eyes gleaming coldly.

nHe had to admit, the armor was impressive. He had tried it on before, and wearing it, he could even hold his own against Zoey for half an hour.

nWhy half an hour?

nIt’s not for any other reason, but because this armor consumes a tremendous amount of mental energy. He can only maintain it for a maximum of half an hour, yet Zoey is like an indestructible monster.

nStarting by dodging with all his might, after half an hour, he would be as drained as a man after exertion, so weak he can’t get any weaker, unable to even lift the armor’s arm, and then he faints.

nHaving experienced it before, Victor immediately thought of how to deal with William.

nAs a peak junior Soulmancer, he could only operate the mech for half an hour. William, a novice Soulmancer, probably couldn’t last more than a minute.

nWhat could a minute of attack do, no matter how fierce?

nWhat woman couldn’t withstand a minute of attack?

nWilliam, however, was unaware of Victor’s simplistic thinking.

nControlling the mech, he slowly drew out a six-foot-long alloy sword. With a thought, electricity crackled along the sword like dancing serpents, creating an intimidating spectacle.

nSoulmancers below mid-level typically could only use their stored energy for attacks, struggling to harness the energy around them. The 096 armor, powered by the latest technology, required strong mental energy.

nWith enough mental strength, he could operate at full firepower all day and simply recharge later without any issues.

nDespite having worked at the 13th Bureau for many years and personally experiencing the power of the armor, Victor was visibly shaken when William immediately unleashed a 100,000-volt electric current. He hastily retreated 30 feet back.

nSteven also quickly instructed the 13th Bureau personnel to move back.

nIf any of the novice Soulmancer-level staff got entangled in the electric arcs, they would surely be killed instantly.

nInside the mech, William fully felt the power of technology. He could sense the heat signatures of living creatures around him through the mech and launch tracking missiles from it.

nHe remembered Dr. Lopez mentioning that the missiles could kill a mid-level Soulmancer.

nEven if there was some exaggeration in Dr. Lopez’s claim, Victor, being a junior Soulmancer, should not be too difficult to handle.

nWith a mere thought from William, a fist-sized missile was launched from the mech’s arm.

n“Fuck! Let’s see how long you last!” Victor cursed, moving like lightning to dodge the missile’s attack.

nBut the missile, designed to lock onto its target and keep tracking even if it missed, relentlessly pursued Victor. Even with his agility, the missile was like a persistent shadow, not giving up until its energy was depleted.

nWilliam took a look and felt that the effect was quite good. .

nWearing this armor, wouldn’t he be invincible against anyone below a high-level Soulmancer without even using his own strength?

nNot bad at all!

nVictor wasn’t foolish either. Since he dared to face William in the mech head-on, he had naturally thought this through.

nThermal tracking?

nAll he needed to do was lower his body temperature, right?

nBut initially, he didn’t do so. He planned to toy with William, the novice.

nLet him think he was winning, then crush him, mock his intelligence, grind him into the ground, and make him realize that a novice is still a novice, even in armor.

nVictor, seemingly in a tight spot dodging the missile, was already pinching a coin between his fingers.

nTo deal with such a missile, all he needed was a coin.

nJust increase the distance and then use a coin to strike the missile, detonating it…

nWith a smirk on his lips, Victor, sword slung across his back, leapt into the air, flying!

nFor a junior Soulmancer to be able to fly, he had to be considered a genius, right?

nFor a moment, he shot up into the sky, exceeding the speed of sound.

nLooking down, he was shocked to see the missile, which he thought he had distanced, still doggedly following him, right on his tail.

nDamn it!

nWhy can’t I shake it off?

nHe distinctly remembered Dr. Lopez saying that the mech’s tracking missiles could only reach the speed of sound, yet he was now surpassing that speed.

nLittle did he know, Dr. Lopez’s proudest creation was this battle armor, continuously improved over time to become even more formidable.

nThe tracking missile’s speed had long been enhanced.

nVictor couldn’t increase the distance from the missile in time and naturally didn’t dare to detonate it. He took a deep breath and immediately forced his body temperature to drop.

nHe dared not show off anymore!

nContinuing to do so would likely lead to trouble.

nWhen he managed to cool his body temperature to zero degrees, the missile finally stopped tracking him, but it exploded the moment it lost its target.

nBoom!!

nA massive fireball erupted in the sky, the shockwave spreading out. Even those thousands of feet below could feel the powerful blast.

nAlthough Victor managed to block with his sword and quickly moved away, he was still hurled hundreds of feet by the violent shockwave. His clothes were gone, and his skin was covered in burn marks.

n“Jhin Lopez! You old bastard!” Victor roared in frustrated rage, cursing Dr. Lopez countless times in his mind.

nIt’s been improved again?!

nAre you in research or weapons development?

nThe self-detonation upon losing the target wasn’t part of the original design!

nFar away at the base, Dr. Lopez was researching how to reduce the psychic energy consumption of the mech, or even convert it to unmanned, remotely operated. Suddenly, he sneezed.

n“Seems I’m getting old!” Dr. Lopez shrugged his shoulders and continued his research.

nAfter all, a mech controlled by psychic power was more flexible in use. If operated remotely, it might lack this flexibility and could easily be disrupted by other electromagnetic waves, leading to potential malfunction.

nWell, I’ll have to think about it more!

nAbove the new continent, a massive fireball suddenly erupted in the sky, drawing the attention of other Soulmancers.

nMany Soulmancers began to converge in that direction.

nIf there was a battle, it might indicate that something valuable had been discovered and was being contested – a typical line of thinking for them.

nVictor hovered thousands of feet in the air, his gaze icily fixed on the mech below.

n“William! If you’re seeking death, don’t blame me!” Victor gritted his teeth as he ran his palm over the Blade of the Emerald Lion King.

nUsing his blood as a catalyst, he activated a secret technique learned from the Emerald Lion Guild, the Emerald Lion’s Heart Slash.

nBy now, about a minute had likely passed, and William probably could no longer control the mech. So, he would have to face this strike head-on!

nVictor aimed not just to kill William but also to destroy Dr. Jhin Lopez’s decade of hard work!

nThis battle armor!

nShatter it!

nNobody’s going to use it ever again!

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