Kingdom military pharmacists and alchemists surrounded Bao Li Gen, conducting a detailed physical examination on him.
Equipping magic constructs imposed a huge burden on the user.
Bao Li Gen's physical condition needed constant care and monitoring.
"In the next match, I want to challenge Dragon Garment!" Bao Li Gen said fiercely.
The project leader shook his head repeatedly. "The timing isn't right yet."
"The data we've collected is too sparse, and we can't determine the stability of the construct in actual combat."
"You violated the combat plan!"
"Right now, we can't even be certain whether the injuries on your body were caused by your previous fight with Devil Muscle or by wearing the magic construct."
Bao Li Gen snorted coldly, turning his head away.
He was a Saint Fighter chosen by the Duel Divinity. Facing other Saint Fighters, deep down in his bones he wanted to fight using his own strength rather than relying on external forces.
In his heart, Bao Li Gen regarded Devil Muscle as his arch-rival.
For an arch-rival, the best way to show respect was to go all out on the premise of using equal external forces.
Only the result of such a battle, win or lose, could satisfy him.
Regrettably, he was not only a duelist but also a soldier of the kingdom. At the critical moment, amidst the leader's roaring sound transmission, he still used the magic construct.
After all, if he fought Devil Muscle to the bitter end, he would definitely suffer heavy injuries that couldn't be completely healed in the short term, affecting his combat power. Consequently, that would affect his plan to take revenge on the Dragonman Youth, as well as the military's grand plan to showcase Cold Pudding.
Knowing that Bao Li Gen was a habitual offender who violated military