National-Level Fighter Jet Kit

Inside the Blazing Forge.

Lin Xiaoxiao carried the ice-blue battle dress radiating Pojun-tier pressure and walked into the private changing room next door.

A few minutes later, the door opened.

Lin Xiaoxiao stepped out.

The ice-blue battle dress seemed almost alive as it molded perfectly to her youthful, graceful curves.

Its skirt was as light as the wind, while the breastplate and shoulder guards exuded an utterly indestructible solidity.

The surface shimmered with exceptionally intricate array patterns.

A layer of visible, transparent ice-blue astral energy slowly flowed across her body, completely blocking out the scorching aura of the earthfire veins.

Lin Xiaoxiao clenched her delicate fists.

She could feel the power surging endlessly through her body, forcibly amplified by the battle dress’s array patterns.

She was stunned.

She clearly possessed only a little over four hundred points of blood energy.

Yet now, under the terrifying enhancement of this Pojun-tier battle dress, she felt that her strength, speed, and defense had all undergone a qualitative leap!

Even if she faced a veteran martial master with over a thousand points of blood energy, she was absolutely confident she could defeat them head-on!

In fact…

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Su Yu, who stood nearby with a calm expression.

An irrepressible trace of pride began to swell in her heart.

With this battle dress, perhaps she could even exchange a couple of blows with Su Yu!

“Su Yu!”

Lin Xiaoxiao ran excitedly over to him and spun around on the spot, her skirt fluttering in the air.

“It fits perfectly!”

“I feel terrifyingly strong right now!”

Su Yu looked at her excited appearance and nodded slightly.

“As long as it fits.”

“Remember to nourish the array patterns with your blood energy. As your strength increases, they’ll be able to release even more powerful protective astral energy.”

After saying this, Su Yu discreetly reached through his clothes and touched the black card in his pocket.

Fifteen billion.

After deducting the few million he had spent downstairs on materials such as black iron essence and crimson copper essence, the rest was all labor costs.

He felt completely at ease accepting the money.

After all, he had used warrior-grade scrap metal to forcibly hammer out a beginner Pojun-tier battle dress.

Across the entire Great Xia, there was absolutely no one else who could do it besides him.

His craftsmanship was worth the price.

Su Yu glanced up at the clock on the wall.

5:20 p.m.

It was about time.

He turned and looked at Zong Yan, who was still immersed in overwhelming shock.

“Senior.”

“Thank you for letting me use your forge and for lending me the Mountain-Shaking Hammer.”

“I have something urgent to attend to, so I’ll be leaving first.”

Hearing that Su Yu was leaving, Zong Yan jolted violently and instantly snapped out of his daze.

“Leaving?!”

Zong Yan lunged forward and grabbed Su Yu by the arm, his eyes bulging wide.

“Where are you going?!”

“Do you have any idea what you just did?!”

“You forged a warlord-grade material into a Pojun-tier battle armor! You’ve shattered the laws of physics governing materials science!”

Zong Yan was so anxious that spittle flew from his mouth.

“Stay!”

“Discuss the forging of mythic mechs with me!”

“If we work together, we can absolutely create an ultimate weapon capable of amplifying a Martial Emperor’s combat power twentyfold!”

“When that happens, our names will be carved forever into the monument of humanity’s history!”

“We’ll go down in history, kid!”

Faced with Zong Yan’s feverish attempts to make him stay, Su Yu remained unmoved.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled his arm free from Zong Yan’s withered grasp.

“We can talk about making history later.”

“I’m genuinely in a hurry right now.”

Su Yu’s tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

Looking at Su Yu’s utterly unyielding face, Zong Yan ground his teeth in frustration.

But he knew that someone with such peerless talent could not be held by force.

“Fine!”

Zong Yan gritted his teeth and compromised.

“You have something to do today, so I won’t stop you.”

“But you must add me as a contact!”

“Whenever you have the time, come to the Tiangong Pavilion and find me! The top-floor treasury of the Tiangong Pavilion will always be open to you!”

Zong Yan forcibly took out his communicator and exchanged contact information with Su Yu.

After adding each other, Zong Yan still seemed to feel that it was not enough insurance.

This boy clearly lacked a direct understanding of mythic mechs.

He had to give him something truly convincing!

Zong Yan drew a deep breath, a trace of reluctance flashing through his eyes.

He flipped his wrist.

Buzz—!

A suffocating, terrifying pressure instantly descended upon the Blazing Forge!

Even the flames of earthfire burning within the forge furnace abruptly dimmed!

A close-fitting battle armor of dark gold, ancient and imposing in design, appeared in Zong Yan’s hands out of thin air, along with a dark-gold spatial hub surrounded by a halo of starlight.

Within the hub, the faint phantom of a colossal heavy mech, over a hundred meters tall, seemed to lie dormant!

The moment this equipment appeared, rings of visible ripples spread through the surrounding space.

It was as if even the heavens and earth themselves could not withstand its terrifying weight and pressure!

A Nation-Guarding-grade combat set!

“Kid!”

Zong Yan held the dark-gold equipment in both hands and shoved it directly into Su Yu’s arms.

“This ‘Starfall’ is a complete Nation-Guarding-grade battle armor and mech set I forged in my younger days!”

“The battle armor is used to amplify blood energy and provide absolute defense, while the hub contains a heavy mech capable of seamlessly linking with the armor and unleashing devastating firepower!”

“Although something went wrong during its forging and it ended up being defective, preventing it from developing a complete mech soul core, it can still withstand a Martial Saint’s explosive blood-energy output!”

Zong Yan stared into Su Yu’s eyes, his tone unusually solemn.

“Take it back!”

“Put on the armor! Activate the mech!”

“Experience the might of a Nation-Guarding-grade set for yourself!”

“Once you’ve felt that kind of power, you’ll understand just how fascinating a mythic mech that surpasses it truly is!”

Su Yu held the heavy dark-gold battle armor and mech hub in his arms.

A trace of surprise flashed through his deep eyes.

What a grand gesture.

To win him over, they were actually willing to give him an entire Nation-Guarding-grade battle armor and mech set?

Even if it was a defective product that had failed to develop a soul core, the value of this complete set was still an astronomical figure beyond measure.

“Thank you.”

Su Yu did not put on any false modesty. He directly stored the “Starfall” battle armor and mech hub inside his storage ring.

This was a priceless asset that could save his life—or even allow him to slaughter opponents across realms of power.

“Xiaoxiao, let’s go.”

Su Yu called out to Lin Xiaoxiao.

The two turned around and quickly left the Blazing Forge.

Only Zong Yan remained behind, watching Su Yu’s departing figure with a complicated yet feverish gaze.

…

After leaving the Tiangong Pavilion, Su Yu and Lin Xiaoxiao parted ways at the entrance to the shopping mall.

Wearing her newly forged Pojun-tier battle dress, Lin Xiaoxiao happily went home to familiarize herself with its array patterns.

Su Yu, meanwhile, slipped alone into a quiet, nameless alley.

After confirming that no one was nearby, Su Yu took a deep breath.

His Grandmastery-level Myriad Forms Concealment Technique instantly activated!

The bones and muscles of his face shifted strangely, while his body grew taller.

In only a few seconds, the slightly green freshman Su Yu vanished.

In his place stood a young man with hard, cold features, knife-sharp eyes, and an aura that warned all strangers to keep their distance.

Su Yuan.

The disguise was complete.

Su Yu no longer suppressed the blood energy within his body.

Boom!

The blood energy that had been limited to a mere thousand points erupted like a flood bursting through a breached dam!

One hundred thousand!

One million!

Five million!

Nine million!!!

Nine million points of dark-gold divine blood roared through his veins like thunder.

A terrifying pressure, powerful enough to make heaven and earth change color, flashed across his body before being perfectly drawn back into him by the Myriad Forms Concealment Art.

Su Yu tugged at the collar of his black trench coat.

Then he turned and strode toward the entrance to the Dark Web Dungeon on the outskirts of the capital.

Night fell.

Cold wind howled across the wilderness.

Su Yu made his way with practiced ease through the deep, dim tunnel.

The instant he stepped through the gates of the Dark Web Dungeon, his footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

A razor-sharp chill flashed through his deep, clear eyes.

At that moment, his mental power spread silently, like invisible tentacles.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Although the Dark Web auction house before him remained a riot of lights and noise, bustling with people—

beneath that boisterous façade, Su Yu’s keen senses, comparable to those of a Martial Emperor, clearly detected a faint yet exceptionally sinister aura that made him feel sick.