After testing the Zero-Character Battle Armor several times on the spot, Yang Ming narrowed his eyes in thought.
This brand-new Zero-Character Battle Armor can already increase a Spirit Master's Soul Power by 5%. If I forged a suit myself, specifically for my own use, could I make something even stronger?
It was, undeniably, a very tempting idea.
The Soul Power stored in the Soul Core within Yang Ming's abdominal dantian was already ten times that of a Demigod at the same level. If he could forge Zero-Character Battle Armor that increased his Soul Power by 20%, the increase would be considerable.
The amount of Soul Power a Spirit Master possessed affected more than their endurance in battle. It also determined the power of their skills and was one of the major standards by which their strength was judged.
With that thought in mind, Yang Ming made his decision through action.
He walked up to the gas furnace's forging station, stood there, and closed his eyes. Every detail of Divine Craftsman Lou Gao's forging of the Zero-Character Battle Armor, which he had observed with his Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan, rose naturally in his mind. Each individual movement was broken down and analyzed, and he absorbed the principles behind them at the fastest possible speed.
With a tool as powerful at copying and analysis as the Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan, Divine Craftsman Lou Gao's forging process held no secrets. In fact, combined with the knowledge and experience from Yang Ming's previous life, that commanding perspective even allowed him to identify several inefficiencies in Lou Gao's work.
When Yang Ming opened his eyes again, all uncertainty had vanished, leaving only piercing clarity.
"The gang leader is going to..."
Watching Yang Ming take a head-sized piece of ten-thousand-year cold iron from the Nethersea Ring, Divine Craftsman Lou Gao