The chest arc reactor returned to a circular design, while the defensive armor was strengthened.
It was also equipped with a detachable backpack carrying a certain number of air-to-air micro-missiles and other weapons. The shoulder-mounted pods could launch ninety-two micro-missiles at once, with some missiles stored along the inner thighs.
The arms were fitted with triple-barreled laser weapons.
Unlike single-use weapons, they could be used repeatedly, though they consumed energy rather quickly.
In short, it was invincible.
"Oh."
Qi Lin responded with an indifferent "oh."
Stark realized he had failed completely.
However, it also ignited his fighting spirit. He swore that he would make Qi Lin see him in a new light.
On the battlefield, he would be incomparably brave and unstoppable.
"Ahem, Miss Qi Lin, whether or not you accept my goodwill, I, Stark, swear that I will protect you properly."
Stark forced a smile.
He seemed to have forgotten that not long ago, he had been in a miserable state while begging Lin Yan for help.
A man could lack substance, but he could not lose face.
Stark perhaps did not know that the combat uniform Qi Lin wore—the Dark Alloy Armor, which he had looked down upon—
was infused with the rarest material, dark titanium. It could not be tracked by satellites, radar, thermal imaging, or other tracking tools from the main world. Only scouting wards could detect its location, and it also provided powerful defense.
Mark Armor flight pods were like toys before it.
However, Qi Lin had no need to explain any of that. Explaining things to someone unimportant was simply a waste of time.
"I hope you won't hold me back in battle."
Qi Lin said coldly.
Stark gave a strained smile, only to hear a piercing alarm. He turned around in shock and