Astonishing Data, Heaven Forging Appears; Seven Four-Word Battle Armors

"Come on, raise your right hand."

At that moment, Xuan Ziwen was operating the instruments with meticulous care, measuring the data. The subject, of course, was Chen Junting.

Because battle armor had come into being, and Chen Junting was the one who had proposed the concept and provided the method, after the Sect Master, Ning Bo Wen, learned that Three-Word Battle Armor could be made, he waved his hand and declared that the battle armor researchers would design Chen Junting's battle armor first. It had to be as close to perfect as possible, while everyone else's could wait a little longer.

And so, this scene came to be.

Chen Junting was like a mechanical doll, constantly being posed and adjusted. At last, Xuan Ziwen said, "Almost done. This is the last item."

Once the information had more or less been collected, Xuan Ziwen handed the data to Tai Yu. "This data is absurdly exaggerated! Take a look and see whether you can forge the metals required here."

"What a joke! How could I possibly—hiss—"

After just one glance, Tai Yu immediately swallowed the words that had reached his lips. What replaced them was a sharp intake of cold air.

As if unable to believe it, he scanned the data again.

Only after confirming it completely did he slap his own forehead. "Good heavens, you really are terrifying."

As he spoke, he waved the thick stack of data in his hand.

"Haah—looks like I'll be exhausted for a while."

"Uncle Tai, I'll have to trouble you."

Chen Junting also knew how terrifying his own data was, but there was nothing he could do about it. When it came to forging, he couldn't help at all.

"All right, go on and do your own thing."

At this point, Xuan Ziwen patted Tai