"You're very strong, but you're still no match for me!"
Youjing stared at Fang Mo with burning eyes, yet his heart was heavy. His opponent was only a Level 4 Liquid Metal Warrior, yet he had fought him, a Level 5, to this extent. There seemed to be something strange about that battle armor.
Though its Power Core clearly had not reached Level 5, its defense and strength were no weaker than a Level 5's.
"Is that so? The battle is only truly beginning!"
Fang Mo's voice came through the battle armor, like that of a machine—cold and utterly lifeless.
"What do you mean?"
Confusion flashed through Youjing's eyes. He did not believe the other man could unleash even greater combat power. Could he be preparing to burn his Power Core?
"What is this?"
Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his expression turned grave.
The battle armor on Fang Mo's body flowed toward his hand like liquid. More precisely, it flowed toward the Dragon Blood saber in his hand. As the liquid metal flowed into the gaps in the Dragon Blood saber, repairing them, the blade became even more solid and powerful.
Meanwhile, Fang Mo revealed his true form. He wore a dark azure sword robe, his short hair making him look exceptionally spirited. Sword-like brows, bright eyes, a face like polished jade, and a body standing straight as a blade's edge—an awe-inspiring fighting intent radiated from him.
"A martial arts True Person? You're a True Man Realm martial artist from the Tianli Sect?"
Youjing's pupils contracted rapidly, shock flashing through them. "How can you use Liquid Metal Battle Armor? That belongs to our Mechanical Empire!"
Fang Mo raised the Dragon Blood saber in his hand and said calmly:
"In our Tianli Sect, this is called Mystic Armor. It is