Sensing the questioning looks from all around him, Mu Fan actually...
He nodded lightly.
That casual gesture carried unusual certainty.
Yet the first words Mu Fan spoke caught everyone off guard.
"Could you let me see your weapon first?"
Mu Fan's gaze fell on the side of Alva's waist. He had held back his questions about those weapons ever since the battle.
A shield capable of repeatedly blocking the thrusts of the Warp Light Sickle Blade was practically impossible among individual weapons.
After all, in the Star River Federation, even enemies clad in heavy Exoskeleton Armor could be pierced through with a single blow.
Yet on this planet, that mottled bone shield had blocked him time and again.
"You mean my Bone Gold Shield?"
After receiving Mu Fan's confirmation, Alva unfastened the shield and tossed it over.
"This is the unique weapon of our White Armor Tribe. Yet my shield, which can withstand the charge of a giant rhinoceros, nearly failed to block your thrusts. There's something strange about your weapon too!"
Even now, Alva still could not let it go.
Mu Fan caught the bone shield.
It felt heavy, far beyond the weight of ordinary bone.
Yet compared to steel, it was far too light.
His gaze fell upon the shield's surface, crisscrossed with scars, as he examined it closely.
His right palm lightly brushed across its surface.
The rough texture immediately conveyed a sense of ruggedness.
But as his palm continued to sweep over it, an icy coolness quietly emerged.
Mu Fan lifted his hand and narrowed his eyes at the spots gleaming silver and dark gold, varying in brightness and color.
He was certain that it was metal.
And just now, he had deliberately touched one of the spots on the shield with his wrist.
His wristwatch