Combat Class!
[UHMWPE helmet... pretty good, lighter than my helmet.]
[Silicon carbide ceramic ballistic breastplate... also pretty good, light and sturdy. If only we'd had armor like this back then!]
[High-strength engineering plastic elbow and knee pads... this is genuinely excellent. We never had anything this good before—either it was too soft to be useful, or too hard and injured the wearer!]
[Carbon-fiber-reinforced plastic leg guards... this is really good... Back then, we padded the inside of our greaves with leather. If we were poor, we used burlap. After one battle, the burlap could rub blisters onto our shins!]
[Ah, these gloves... these gloves are so useful! Light, soft, and sturdy! Much better than leather gloves...]
Li Xingtang picked one up, gestured with it, turned it over and over, and could not bear to put it down. In the end, he put it on himself. Then he picked up another piece and put that on as well. Shen Le watched from beside him, his heart in his throat:
You're an Artifact Spirit!
An Artifact Spirit, man!
Your existence was supposed to be attached to this suit of armor, wasn't it? Up to now, every old object I'd repaired had been attached to its own original body. How could you replace the body itself?!
Apparently, he could. At the very least, after Li Xingtang removed his helmet, breastplate, and leg guards, then put on the elbow pads, knee pads, and gloves, he remained standing steadily without collapsing.
To Shen Le's left, Professor Zhang stared without blinking, his upper body tilted out at a forty-five-degree angle, his breathing heavy.
Shen Le had no choice but to grab his arm to keep him from losing his balance and plunging headfirst into the armor. Without shifting his gaze, Shen Le dragged him back with