Guang Biao, piloting the Purple Mech, suddenly went rigid. Inside the cockpit, his pupils shrank sharply, and sweat instantly drenched his back.
"Battle Armor?!"
The discovery made him feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.
His resolve to stake everything on this crumbled in an instant, replaced by endless fear.
He had never imagined that this seemingly ordinary teacher from Eastsea Academy was actually a noble Battle Armor Master.
Wu Changkong held the Heavenly Ice Sky Frost Sword at an angle toward the ground, while his aura surged wildly by geometric multiples.
"Tian Bing!"
The two words slowly left his lips, his voice carrying a long-forgotten tremor.
Within his eyes, which had already turned a deep azure, indescribable pain churned.
Heaven represented the Sky Frost Sword, while Ice was the name of his deceased lover.
All these years, Wu Changkong had been unwilling to casually use his Battle Armor because he feared the overwhelming longing would swallow him whole.
Every time he summoned his Battle Armor, it was like tearing open a wound that could never heal. But he had to live. He had to fulfill his promise to her.
Before a Battle Armor Master, an ordinary Mecha Master was not worth mentioning.
Even the Purple Mech before him, or even a rare black mech, would have to bow before a true Battle Armor Master.
At this moment, Wu Changkong, clad in the Two-word Battle Armor Tian Bing, possessed strength equivalent to an eight-ring Soul Douluo.
"You want to hurt my students? Then repay it with your life!"
Wu Changkong's voice was extremely cold, without the slightest trace of emotion.
The first Soul Ring behind him suddenly lit up, its dark yellow radiance spreading outward as though it were tangible.
First Soul Skill: Frost Mark!
The Sky