Chapter 241 Two Words Fight Kai, Black Hole.
Soul Masters from the underworld gathered in the squares of major cities, their gazes shifting from the sky as they whispered among themselves.
The orderly rhythm displayed by the White World evoked a complex and indescribable emotion in most Soul Masters.
It's not just a desire for strength, but also a yearning for an ideal state of being.
"As expected, it's still the White World. Sigh, everything over there is really incomparable to what we have here," a Soul Emperor said, standing in the crowd with a sigh.
"I wonder if Huo Yuhao from the White World will succeed this time. If he does, I wonder what level he will reach next."
People are marveling, comparing, and re-examining their own situation under this extreme cognitive shock.
Meanwhile, in the Black World, at the Sun Moon Empire's Royal Soul Tool Research and Development Center.
Kong Deming sat at the table, the air around him filled with the smell of metal shavings.
He stared intently at Bai Huoyuhao's every move in the sky, his eyes filled with no hatred for war, nor fear of the divine realm, but only a mad thirst for technology and knowledge.
"Did you record it?" Kong Deming turned around abruptly and roared at his assistant behind him, "Every angle and every turn of Bai Huoyuhao's soul power circuits in the sky must be photographed! Don't miss any drafts, and don't overlook any formation arrangement!"
The assistants frantically operated the recording equipment, sweat streaming down their faces.
Kong Deming didn't care about any of that; he just wanted to replicate this technology that could enhance combat power.
If a portion of the technology behind the Two-Word Battle Armor could be deciphered, the Sun Moon Empire's level of soul tools would experience a leap forward.
He didn't care whether the technology was stolen from the white world, nor did he care whether this behavior violated so-called technological ethics on some level.
For him, technology has no borders, no factions, only the distinction between the strong and the weak.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of Shrek Academy, Xuanzi was tightly clutching his wine gourd.
He looked at the sky, feeling not only despair but also a profound exhaustion, as if all his strength had been drained away.
"Damn it, those lunatics from the Sun Moon Empire are definitely copying our homework again," Xuanzi muttered, his voice trembling slightly. "If they really manage to decipher the technology of the two-word battle armor, will Shrek Academy from the underworld still be able to stand in this world?"
He desperately wanted to stop them, but he couldn't just go and fight the Sun Moon Empire all by himself right now.
Moreover, from a moral standpoint, this is also unreasonable.
After all, the sky is right here, and everyone can see it. They have the ability to develop it, but Shrek Academy doesn't. If they were to attack the Sun and Moon for this reason, Xuanzi couldn't think of any other adjective besides impotent rage.
Therefore, Xuanzi was in great distress at that moment.
Deep within the Sea God Pavilion, Moon sat alone in his wheelchair, gazing out the window at the distant horizon.
Xian Lin'er and Qian Duoduo stood behind him, their expressions solemn.
"Teacher, should we... organize another analysis and research on this kind of formation?" Xian Lin'er asked hesitantly, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
Moon shook his head gently, his aged face filled with helplessness and exhaustion.
"No need." Moon's voice was low and deep, carrying a sense of world-weariness.
"When the Sky Screen displayed the One-Word Battle Armor, how long did you research it? How much manpower and resources did you mobilize? What was the final result? We can't figure it out."
Qian Duoduo stood to the side, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. "But..."
"No buts," Moon interrupted him. "Our foundation is different from that of the White World. The Shrek Academy in the White World has Bai Xuanzi, they have the most complete heritage, and the purest teaching system. But our Shrek Academy here, heh, has nothing."
"We don't even understand one-word battle armor, so trying to research two-word battle armor now would only be humiliating. Let's save this energy to protect the students in the academy; that's what we need to do."
Xianlin'er and Qian Duoduo fell silent. They watched Mu En's lonely figure, the sense of powerlessness of being left behind by the times completely enveloping the quiet attic.
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
The cultivation area where Bai Huoyuhao resided appeared extremely tranquil.
For the next three months, Huo Yuhao did not leave the Tang Sect; he was completely immersed in constructing his two-word battle armor.
Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight fall upon the metal plate of Poseidon Lake, Huo Yuhao's engraving knife begins its work. Unlike the artisans of the underworld who use high-intensity industrial machine tools, he relies on the precise control of his extreme mental and spiritual power to perform purely hand-carved inscriptions.
This process was extremely long and tedious. Tang Ya prepared soul power recovery potions for him, while Bei Bei constantly monitored his physical condition.
"The inscription on the two-word battle armor is not just about stacking soul power, but also about reshaping the soul power circuitry." Huo Yuhao put down his carving knife one late night and said to Bei Bei, "I've discovered that when we compress soul power to a certain degree, it produces a peculiar sense of collapse. This sense of collapse might be the key to unlocking the rules of space."
Looking at the blueprints, Bei Bei's eyes flashed with admiration: "Your understanding has exceeded all our expectations. Yuhao, if this step succeeds, you will not only be the pride of the Tang Sect, but also a milestone for the White World's Soul Master system."
After countless failures and three full months of work, the armor, as deep as the night sky, was finally born in Huo Yuhao's hands.
It hovered silently in the center of the workshop, its metallic sheen like a flowing galaxy, radiating a chilling sense of oppression, yet perfectly harmonizing with the surrounding soul energy fluctuations.
Huo Yuhao reached out and gently touched the shoulder guards of the armor. Without any resistance, the armor instantly disintegrated into countless tiny metal particles, automatically covering his entire body.
With a soft mechanical clicking sound, the deep purple armor, flowing with starlight, completely merged with Huo Yuhao.
"Two-word battle armor, 'Black Hole'," Huo Yuhao murmured softly.
As he finished speaking, his soul power suddenly erupted. His soul power, which had originally been only at level seventy, now surged uncontrollably, the oppressive force even causing the surrounding air to visibly distort.
[That's level ninety! With just one set of battle armor, his combat power and soul power foundation forcibly crossed the level twenty gap, directly touching the edge of a Title Douluo.]
Even more shockingly, a thin black crack appeared in the space behind him. It was a manifestation of the black hole's power. Within this crack, the surrounding light and soul energy were collapsing inward.
"This is space travel." Huo Yuhao raised his hand, looking at the crack with an unprecedented depth in his eyes. "On the battlefield, this is not only defense, but also absolute surprise attack."
"Yuhao, how are you feeling?" Wang Dong'er walked in from outside, her eyes filled with surprise as she looked at the starlight-shimmering armor.
Huo Yuhao turned his head, a confident smile appearing beneath his helmet-covered face. "Excellent. I've successfully figured it out."
(End of chapter)