Meng Chuan scratched his head awkwardly, sparks flying from his fingertips, making the helmet crackle.
He looked down at his waist, where the Bridgehead Moon still hung steadily.
"This armor has mystical properties and won't affect your weapon usage."
Meng Chuan reached his hands into the mechanism within the Fist Blade's sheath, barely touching it, and the Bridgehead Moon fit snugly, firmly locked at the wrist attached to the armor.
He repeated this action, reequipping the Fist Blade at his waist.
No different from when he wasn't wearing the battle armor, it's very convenient.
Principal Sui watched Meng Chuan test the battle armor and began to explain:
"Despite being Third Grade battle armor, disregarding radiation biological signals, it only has one and a half functions."
Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan raised his head to listen intently.
"The half function is full-body protection, making its defense exceptional among its level, with you wearing it, tsk tsk..."
