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Chen Xiaojun tapped the heap of wreckage with a fingertip. "Brother Fu Er, why is this Eight-Type Like a Flower... missing only the defensive specialization?"
Tie Fu'er's rough fingers brushed the cold metal sample on the table, his voice carrying a craftsman's practicality. "Young Master, the hardest nut to crack is this 'shield.'"
"The material has to be hard enough, but it can't be so heavy that it crushes its mobility."
"And good, dense materials... their prices can devour gold and chew through jade."
He shook his head helplessly, his rugged brows tightly knitted, as though shackled by the weight of cost and performance.
Chen Xiaojun pondered for a moment, then turned his black-jade eyes toward the lush mountain forest outside the window. "Have you tried the Xing Family's iron fir wood-the family with the ironwood tree shield martial soul here in the commandery?"
"We have. Cold-rolled iron fir core board," Tie Fu'er said, a flicker of approval crossing his eyes, "is indeed the most suitable framework material available. Both its toughness and weight are excellent."
Good material though it was, its price was nothing like that of ordinary dirt.
Beside them, Chen Zhouzhao was growing bored. With his sword cradled in his folded arms, he idly tapped a toe against the scorch marks left on the ground. "Fat Brother Fu Er, if you keep dragging your feet over materials, I'll soon lose the enthusiasm to beat up your Iron Lady."
Tie Fu'er snorted heavily and glared at him. "Save it. I'll find someone else for the next test! With the way you two tear houses apart, even the finest puppet couldn't survive more than a few rounds!"
His tone was exactly that of an old bear protecting its cub.
Chen Jieqi did not even