After seeing off his companions so they could familiarize themselves with their battle armor pieces, the bustling classroom finally fell quiet. Tang Wulin drew a deep breath, his gaze turning more solemn than ever. He turned toward the forging table, where two pieces of metal lay quietly, radiating a terrifying aura.
Golden light swirled in Tang Wulin's pupils, a sign that he had fully mobilized his Golden Dragon King bloodline. He was about to begin forging his own Two-Word Battle Armor.
"Two-Word Battle Armor, 'Dragon Moon.'"
Tang Wulin murmured the name softly. It had been brewing in his heart for a long time. To forge this suit of battle armor, he had specially selected two exceptional metals.
One was "starsea heavy silver," golden throughout, as though it contained the sun's true fire—a rare metal he had stumbled upon in the sea of stars. It possessed extraordinary weight and strength-amplifying properties, allowing the wearer to unleash their strength to its fullest.
The other was "ten-thousand-year dragon-pattern gold," which radiated a razor-sharp aura, as though it could slice through space. This metal naturally contained a trace of the Dragon Clan's oppressive presence and could greatly enhance attack power and penetration.
"Rise!"
With a low shout, Tang Wulin thrust both hands outward. The two pieces of metal rose into the air at once, slowly drawing together under his control. Then his Thousand Refinement hammer came crashing down with tremendous force.
Clang!
A sharp, thunderous clang echoed through the classroom, sending golden sparks flying. This forging was completely different from before. Tang Wulin held nothing back, unleashing the full power of his Golden Dragon King bloodline. Every strike carried his terrifying brute strength.
Under the heavy hammer's blows, the starsea heavy silver and ten-thousand-year dragon-pattern gold began to fuse. Golden and silver light intertwined,