Ice Storm's words struck right at Meng Chao's heart.
Meng Chao did not believe in something as feudal and superstitious as "the blessings and curses of ancestral spirits."
But phrased more scientifically, it was entirely possible that the Totem Armor's operating system carried security measures requiring genetic binding, that only Turan genes could activate it and safely, stably unleash one hundred percent of its combat power.
Even Dragon City's Powered Armor had fingerprint unlocking and iris scanning functions.
Since Totem Armor was so much more advanced than Powered Armor, could just any Tom, Dick, or Harry possibly wield it?
Of course, Earthlings' genes must share some connection with those of High-Level Orcs.
Otherwise, Turanze's secret medicines could not possibly have been so effective on him, an Earthling.
For all anyone knew, they might all be descendants or test subjects of the "Mother" and the "Ancients," brothers born from the same root.
But before he had prepared sufficient cultivation resources and recovered his Heaven Realm strength, Meng Chao still did not want to take such a risk lightly.
He did not absorb the Totem Armor.
Nor did he carry the Totem Armor back to Blood Skull Arena with him.
When Totem Armor was in its solidified, hardened state, it was simply too large, with an irregular and distinctive shape. No matter how he wrapped it up, people would still be able to tell it was a suit of armor.
Blood Skull Arena was Kassava's territory.
And yesterday, Ice Storm had reminded him that Kassava already had his eye on him.
How could he possibly kill Kassava's subordinate, seize the other party's treasure, and then swagger around right under Kassava's nose carrying that treasure with him?
Therefore, Meng Chao hid the Totem Armor somewhere safe and secluded outside the arena.
Even if