Chapter 25: Success and Failure, Both Due to Emotion

The last bit of spirit he had gathered collapsed. Zhen Hua opened his mouth, but no words came out. He could only nod dejectedly.

They claimed that battle armor could only be worn by humans with martial souls? Di Tian found that utterly ridiculous.

Were Gu Yue and Na'er human? Did they have martial souls? With Tang Wulin's dragon bloodline, purer than that of a true dragon, could he really still be considered human? And yet, they all had battle armor.

Moreover, ordinary soul beasts might indeed be unable to wear battle armor or mechas, but Di Tian's chosen candidates were all high-level soul beasts capable of taking human form.

Humans had never attempted to create battle armor specifically for soul beasts, so how could they be so certain it wouldn't work?

As for soul beasts not participating in the crafting process, leading to initial sluggishness in use—while true, it was an insignificant issue. The four core professions for crafting mechas and battle armor were metal forgers, mecha designers, mecha manufacturers, and mecha repairers.

Among them, mecha repairers were essentially a redundant profession, mainly responsible for post-use maintenance. Their role before the completion and use of battle armor and mechas was negligible.

Besides, Di Tian never expected soul beasts with twenty to thirty thousand years of cultivation to suddenly unleash overwhelming power after equipping four-word battle armor and god-rank mechas.

All they needed was to reach the level of a peak-stage Limit Douluo—just strong enough to stand on the battlefield.

After all, their most crucial role was to boost morale, to make a grand spectacle, to show all remaining soul beasts that the newly risen soul beast race under the Beast God was flourishing!

As for fighting against human Limit Douluos clad in four-word battle armor, that task still fell to Di Tian himself, whose strength could sweep across the universe.

Then, Di Tian's gaze shifted to Mu Ye.

The completion of four-word battle armor and god-rank mechas required not only a divine craftsman who could forge Heavenly Refinement metal but also at least ninth-rank professionals in both mecha design and manufacturing.

Di Tian was well aware of this.

However, instead of wasting years learning human techniques to counter them, he chose a more efficient strategy—borrowing human expertise for his own ends.

"Patriarch Mu Ye, as the only soul master on the continent who is both a god-rank mecha master and a four-word battle armor master, you must be proficient in design, manufacturing, and even maintenance."

"Once President Zhen Hua has forged enough Heavenly Refinement metal, the rest of the work will be up to you."

Upon hearing this, Mu Ye's expression instantly hardened. Without hesitation, he summoned his four-word battle armor, instantly equipping it and unleashing the power of an entry-level Limit Douluo.

A crimson afterimage shot out from his soul tool storage ring, and a red god-rank mecha immediately enveloped his four-word battle armor.

The golden projection of his awakened second-stage Body Martial Soul manifested. Utilizing his Body Sect combat techniques, he merged his battle armor, mecha, and martial soul into one.

With a single punch, he unleashed a force as mighty as a surging tide, crashing toward Di Tian.

Such a powerful attack would have forced even a quasi-god-level Limit Douluo to respond with utmost caution.

Yet, just as the punch was about to land on Di Tian's face, it seemed to hit an invisible barrier, unable to advance even an inch further.

Inside his thick armor, Mu Ye's face flushed red from exertion, looking both distressed and humiliated. It was clear he was using all his strength, but it was completely useless.

"Heh—"

Di Tian let out a cold chuckle and extended his dragon arm, gripping firmly.

A moment ago, Mu Ye had been an imposing force, but now, he was utterly powerless. The flames of life he had ignited were instantly extinguished. He was like a tiny chick held in Di Tian's grasp.

The armor around his neck shattered, pieces of metal clattering to the ground with crisp "clinks" and "clangs."

However, Di Tian deliberately left his ability to speak intact, allowing Mu Ye to continue his furious rant.

"I don't need you to snuff out my burning life force! I will never help you craft battle armor and mechas! Give up your delusions!"

"I am not like Zhen Hua! The only thing I care about in this world is the Body Sect!"

"But my Body Sect disciples are spread across the three continents, in every corner of the world. Every potential Body Martial Soul possessor is a member of my sect! You cannot eradicate the Body Sect!"

"Hahaha—"

As Mu Ye raged madly, Di Tian remained unbothered. He walked calmly to where Mu Ye was suspended in midair, leaned in slightly, and whispered something directly into his ear.

Mu Ye's eyes widened like round beads, his furious cries cut off abruptly.