The guard started in surprise and instinctively tried to dodge, but he forced himself to stop after barely moving. He stood rigidly in place as Xu Yi touched him.
Thin strands of lightning seeped from Xu Yi's fingertips. The instant they touched the armor, a pale blue glow rose from its surface and dissipated them all.
"Mm, very good. It looks like the magical protection is up to standard too." Xu Yi nodded in satisfaction and held out his hand to the guard. "Come on, give me your weapon."
The guard froze for a moment, then understood. He hurriedly drew the longsword at his waist and offered it to Xu Yi with both hands.
"You're sure this is all right?" Xu Yi asked, raising the longsword.
"Absolutely!" The guard thumped his chest and answered loudly, brimming with confidence. "Mr. President, swing as hard as you like. You definitely won't hurt me!"
Xu Yi laughed. "All right, here I go."
With that, he swung the longsword down hard with both hands, aiming straight for the guard's chest.
Just as before, a pale blue glow appeared on the armor the moment the sword touched it, blocking the blade.
Xu Yi felt as though he had struck something soft. Not only did he feel none of the solidity of heavy armor, but he could not even seem to put his strength into the blow. It was an extremely strange sensation.
"Very good." Even more satisfied, Xu Yi nodded and withdrew his hands. He returned the sword to the guard, patted his shoulder, and turned toward the Magic Machine Tool Research Center.
"Mr. President!" the guard suddenly called out behind him.
"Hmm?" Xu Yi turned back in surprise. "What is it?"
The guard hesitated, then gave an awkward smile. "Mr. President, could you add