Adamantium Alloy Armor

Dr. MacLane was different. Leaving aside his knowledge of and passion for medieval weapons, Chen Mo felt at ease entrusting the King's Sword to him.

More importantly, as the doctor who had created Adamantium, his mastery of metallic materials might allow him to draw inspiration from it and develop a new type of Super Alloy. That would be far more meaningful than letting Howard take it away to play with.

Dr. MacLane was delighted that Chen Mo had agreed. He knew full well the value of the King's Sword.

Its sharpness, toughness, ability to cut through iron like mud, and hidden powerful attributes aside, its identity as the legendary King Arthur's Holy Sword alone made it priceless. Countless wealthy men and nobles—especially the British royal family—would surely be willing to pay an enormous price to obtain it.

"Don't worry. It won't take long. At most, one week. I guarantee I'll return the King's Sword to your hands completely undamaged," the doctor promised solemnly.

Chen Mo nodded and pulled another blueprint from his coat.

"Doctor, make these for me when you have time."

The doctor took the blueprint and looked it over.

"What is this?"

Howard leaned over curiously. "Isn't this the Bulletproof Armor you designed? But it's somewhat different."

Chen Mo nodded.

"That's right. I made some further improvements based on Adamantium's properties. The overall thickness of the armor has been reduced considerably, and I optimized the armor around the joints and other moving areas. It's more flexible than before and doesn't hinder movement at all."

After carefully reviewing the blueprint, Dr. MacLane looked at Chen Mo with admiration. "A perfect design. More than a hundred armor plates are cleverly combined, providing all-around protection without restricting movement."

"With the blueprints ready, it'll be quick to make. I guarantee it'll be finished for you in a week!"

Chen Mo and Howard returned to the Martial Arts School and resumed their leisurely lives as masters. Every now and then, Chen Mo would give Howard a beating through "practical combat instruction," and their days passed with plenty of flavor.

A week passed quickly. Chen Mo returned to the underground laboratory, with Howard still following behind him in sunglasses. This time, though, behind those sunglasses was a pair of full-blown panda eyes.

When they arrived at Dr. MacLane's laboratory, the busy doctor pointed toward a corner, signaling for Chen Mo to go over first.

Hanging from a rack in the corner was an eye-catching black combat suit, with the King's Sword placed beside it.

Following the blueprints Chen Mo had provided, the doctor had created more than a hundred Adamantium armor plates in various shapes.

The Adamantium armor had been painted black and embedded into a combat suit made of the latest elastic bulletproof material. The slightly raised hard armor resembled individual muscles, fitting snugly against the suit.

Chen Mo changed directly into the combat suit, moved lightly a few times, and carefully felt it out.

The suit itself was highly elastic and comfortable to wear. Each armor plate, designed precisely for Chen Mo's physique, perfectly followed the contours of his muscles. Even while moving, it caused no hindrance or discomfort.

Given Adamantium's formidable defensive power, Chen Mo had reduced the thickness of the armor plates. The total weight was far lighter than the original bulletproof steel plates, and to Chen Mo, it had no effect at all.

Tiny gaps had been left at the connections between the armor plates, ensuring defense without compromising flexibility.

A layer of streamlined hard alloy armor now covered his originally powerful muscles, as though he had gained an additional layer of hardened muscle. It protected every vital and important area except his head, and the suit was brimming with a sci-fi feel.

Combined with Chen Mo's cold face, it gave off an even more oppressive and intimidating presence.

Howard watched from the side with burning envy. Behind his sunglasses, his bruised panda eyes were fixed on Chen Mo's armored combat suit, and he was practically drooling.

Ignoring Howard's blazing gaze, Chen Mo picked up the separate alloy faceplate from the rack and put it on.

Though called a faceplate, it was more like a helmet. It completely enclosed Chen Mo's head and neck, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes exposed. The lower portion connected with the armor on his body, making it seem like a single whole. The cleverly designed neck armor ensured that he could still turn his head freely.

Now Chen Mo's head, chest, abdomen, back, arms, thighs, calves, knees, and even his hands and feet—every part of his body—was covered by pieces of pitch-black armor. The smooth black surface reflected a cold gleam under the lights, making him resemble a steel War Machine overflowing with killing intent!

The doctor on the other side finally finished what he was doing and walked over.

"Perfect design! This is practically a work of art!"

Seeing Chen Mo in the Alloy Combat Suit, Dr. MacLane could not help but exclaim in admiration.

Although he had personally made the armored combat suit according to Chen Mo's designs, seeing it on Chen Mo gave it an entirely different impression.

Chen Mo was tall and powerfully built, with firm, streamlined muscles and a perfectly proportioned body. Wearing the Alloy Combat Suit tailored to his physique, his entire body seemed to brim with incomparably formidable power beneath the black armor. He looked majestic and imposing, with tremendous visual impact.

Chen Mo was also extremely satisfied with the Alloy Combat Suit. With it, his ability to survive had risen significantly once more. Whether in combat on the battlefield or facing a plane crash after returning to the real world, Chen Mo was confident he could handle it with ease.

Removing the faceplate, Chen Mo nodded at the doctor in satisfaction. "It really is perfect. Thanks for your hard work, Doctor!"

The doctor smiled and waved his hand. "No need to be so polite with me."

Chen Mo smiled faintly and picked up the longsword beside him. Black armor paired with a gleaming silver sword made him indescribably majestic and handsome.

"How did the research go? Did you gain anything?"

"I gained quite a lot. It gave me a great deal of inspiration for my next stage of research. It's just a pity that I didn't uncover any more of its secrets," the doctor said regretfully.

"No rush. If it truly has secrets, we'll discover them sooner or later. We can treat it as a surprise," Chen Mo said with an indifferent smile.

The doctor laughed. "Haha! You're right. Maybe it'll be a huge surprise!"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

In the underground laboratory's testing range, Howard, wearing sunglasses, touched the cold, menacing heavy machine gun in front of him. His mouth twitched as he looked uncertainly at Chen Mo, who stood fully armed before the muzzle, his entire body covered in cool black armor.

Having obtained the new Adamantium Alloy Combat Suit, Chen Mo naturally wanted to test its defensive capability. If the laboratory had possessed an autocannon, he would never have settled for this 12.7-millimeter heavy machine gun. Based on his understanding of Adamantium and the alloy armor he had designed, blocking the bullets safely would not be a problem at all. He mainly wanted to experience what being shot felt like and test how well the armor buffered kinetic energy.

Faced with Howard's uneasy question, Chen Mo, completely encased in glossy black alloy armor, slowly nodded. His deep voice emerged from within the armor.

"Begin!"