The gear Wanli Sword left behind was grayish-black overall, a full finger thick, with a layer of some unknown beast hide lining the inside.
Its surface was covered everywhere with saber slashes, sword thrusts, fist marks, and palm prints.
In many places, it had nearly been split apart.
Yet—
Even at the spots on the verge of splitting open, Chu Qing could not break it no matter how much strength he used.
He picked up a bracer and slipped it over his arm.
Then he threw a punch.
Eight Divine Hands: Peacock!
The Peacock bored into the bracer.
Chu Qing could clearly feel a force drilling into his arm, madly ravaging the flesh and blood there.
Yet this force was only one-tenth of Eight Divine Hands: Peacock's normal power.
"Does it weaken attacks by nine-tenths?"
Chu Qing fell into thought.
He tested it repeatedly and found that it was indeed so.
Good stuff!
No wonder Zhou Qingmei and the others had only wanted to flee upon learning that their opponent wore gear.
Because—
It truly could not be breached.
One-tenth of an attack's power could kill an ordinary Third Limit martial artist.
But it could not kill a Heaven-Piercer.
The gear was good.
But Chu Qing did not care all that much.
He casually tossed the gear onto the ground, then picked up the spear shaft.
The spear shaft was not particularly thick, and all manner of patterns ran over it.
When he gripped it, it weighed several hundred pounds.
He shook the spear shaft, and it let out a low whistling hum.
Chu Qing discovered that the spear shaft could be soft or hard as he wished.
It was just that he could not infuse it with qi and blood.
Pfft!
He swung the spear and stabbed a rock.