Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1927: 796, I got a big order today, so I won’t be able to help you.

Translator: 549690339

The battle on the gambling arena decided the victor, marking the end of the blacksmiths’ duel.

Some set their gaze upon the shattered Sky Cloud Armor, a look of regret surfacing on their faces.

That black armor was truly excellent.

It could spawn Ninety-Nine Phantom Bodies and create illusions, essentially suppressing anyone of the same level.

It was indeed a pity to see such fine armor destroyed.

Then, turning to look at the figure whose dual blades were slowly withdrawn, and then the illusions dissipated, reforming into a Golden Hoop around the level nine Armor Master, there was a tinge of wistfulness on the Armor Master’s face.

Wasn’t that the case for everyone?

After donning the Soaring Cloud Armor, what other black armor could possibly catch one’s eye?

Unbeatable in defense, and its incarnations possessed formidable combat strength.

These two aspects alone propelled the Soaring Cloud Armor to surpass all other armors at its level.

Although the Sky Cloud Armor was also a top-tier black armor, it paled in comparison to the Soaring Cloud Armor.

“Is this the refining skills of ancient times?” An elder standing behind Shangguan Hong on a distant pavilion couldn’t help but show a wistful expression.

The hologram in front of Shangguan Hong replayed the scene of Han Muye crafting the armor over and over again.

Those swirling clouds of mist that once surrounded him now seemed incredibly profound.

Was this also part of weapon refining?

Shouldn’t refining involve the rising smoke of a forge and the work of engraving?

Below the high platform, the initial silence slowly turned to murmurs.

“Only today have I realized that such refining skills exist in the world; one can only wonder what sort of techniques the ancient refining experts possessed.”

“They say the ancient era was truly a golden age, and it seems they were right.”

“I truly wish to witness the splendor of that era…”

Countless sighs and gazes fell upon the black armor in front of Han Muye.

Most people here still hadn’t fully comprehended the Soaring Cloud Armor.

“Fine armor.” Master Yun Ji’s eyes shone brightly as he stared at the golden hoop, then turned to Han Muye, “Master Han, would you sell this armor to me?”

His words left everyone below in a startle.

The two level nine Armor Masters standing between them were also taken aback.

Is this really done?

This man is your competitor, the very person who just defeated you.

As one of the top twelve Divine-level Masters of Heavenly Secret City, how can you, Yun Ji, be so shameless?

Shouldn’t it be us who make such requests?

The Armor Master holding the Golden Hoop showed a touch of envy in his eyes.

However, he also knew that he wasn’t qualified to own such armor and could only look on with envy.

“Yun Ji, have some decency, will you?” A loud shout came from below the platform.

Luo Shentong moved swiftly, rushing onto the platform and reaching out for the Golden Hoop.

He was fast, but Zheng Yaoyang was faster.

Just as Luo Shentong’s palm was about to touch the Golden Hoop, a dark gray Flowing Light turned into a chain, already wrapping around the hoop.

“Buzz”

Luo Shentong grabbed the Golden Hoop while the other end was entangled with the chain.

Luo Shentong and Zheng Yaoyang stood opposite each other, their auras clashing thunderously.

The two level nine Armor Masters were uncontrollably flung from the high platform, while Han Muye and Yun Ji, although still standing, were also covered in layers of glowing halos.

“Zheng, I’m not afraid of you,” roared Luo Shentong as a golden flame rose from his body, morphing into a roaring dragon with shining black scales of fire.

His body was surrounded by glimmers of Metal-type brilliance.

It was said that his body was a combination of twelve Puppet Fighters.

“Luo the Madman, you’re not so much,” Zheng Yaoyang said blandly, with a mix of frost and flame twining behind him into a ten-zhang-tall bear.

The clash of their auras made the Rolling Clouds within hundreds of miles tremble.

These were the top martial artists of the world.

The Heaven and Earth Great Dao within the divine realm resonated with the power emanating from their bodies.

“Zheng Yaoyang, since you’re on stage, let’s duel, and let the Soaring Cloud Armor be the prize,” Luo Shentong suddenly let go of the hoop, then, with an arrogant look, declared loudly.

“Agreed,” Zheng Yaoyang lifted his hand, suspending the Golden Hoop in the air not far away.

The dragon and bear behind them collided once more, then exploded, pushing Han Muye and Yun Ji off the high platform.

From beginning to end, the two fighters didn’t bother to ask for anyone’s opinion, whether on or off the platform.

As for the owner of the black armor, they didn’t consult him either.

Master Yun Ji looked somber as he could only retreat from the platform.

Han Muye managed to remain steady on his feet, but he did not insist, letting the turbulent glow sweep him off the platform.

Let the Soaring Cloud Armor be the prize, then.

On the platform, the auras around the two continued to surge as the flames grew fiercer.

At this moment, excitement shone in the eyes of everyone below.

“A duel between Mr. Zheng Yaoyang and senior Luo Shentong, are we really privileged enough to see this?” One person grinned, almost drooling with anticipation.

“Haha, this is worth it, such a rare duel, likely unseen in thousands of years,” shouted someone, smacking the head of the person next to them, who didn’t even mind.

The crowd below was even more frenzied than those on the platform.

Even Master Mingtong, along with Master Zhu Yuan and Xun Chu Yun, all looked hopeful.

As blacksmiths themselves, they all had a deep desire to witness the work of the most elite at their craft.

Watching the flames rise in front of the two on the platform, along with various spiritual materials, Han Muye was struck by a thought.

His divine sense flashed, and he muttered a few words under his breath.

Away in a distant pavilion, Shangguan Hong, who had been sitting upright, brightened and stood up.

“The Great Elder, Mr. Han has asked me to set up a wager for this battle.”

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