The bustle in the forging room continued.
With Xiao Chen's One-Word Battle Armor finished, it was Na'er and Gu Yue's turn. Without pausing to catch her breath, Na'er consulted Gu Yue's design drawings and began making the remaining two suits of battle armor.
One belonged to Gu Yue, and the other to herself.
Assembling, fitting, and calibrating One-Word Battle Armor involved complicated procedures that demanded immense mental effort.
Every metal component had to be aligned precisely, and every joint had to fit seamlessly. Not the slightest error was permissible.
Assembling three suits of battle armor in a single stretch was an enormous burden for her at her current level.
Under the warm white forging lights, Na'er's slender figure bustled back and forth, her fingertips constantly dancing as she precisely fitted every component into place.
Fine beads of sweat gradually soaked her bangs and slowly slid down her fair cheeks. The back of her clothes grew slightly damp as well, and exhaustion radiated from her.
Before long, Na'er finished both Gu Yue's One-Word Battle Armor and her own.
Two suits of One-Word Battle Armor, distinctly different in style and tailored to their respective martial souls and styles, stood securely on the forging table.
Gu Yue's battle armor was cool and sharp, with sweeping, elegant lines; Na'er's was nimble and light, with a delicate, gentle shape.
There were small differences, and each had its own beauty.
With that, all three of their suits of One-Word Battle Armor had been forged and assembled.
Burned out. Na'er really was about to burn out.
Making three suits of battle armor in a row this late at night had nearly exhausted Na'er to death.
Once her own battle armor was finished, Na'er immediately pretended to have no strength left. She swayed over to Xiao Chen on