With a thought, the Bronze Mechanical Armor on Fang Cheng's body flashed, breaking apart into countless Flying Swords that then reassembled into a palm-sized statuette of a Sword Cultivator and landed in his hand.
Fang Cheng put away the armor and then tried on the Buddhist Cultivator's Battle Armor.
The sensation of melding with this armor wasn't much different from the Sword Cultivator's Battle Armor, only it felt more suited for close-quarters combat—a case of brute force overcoming all finesse.
The Sword Cultivator's Battle Armor, meanwhile, was better suited for controlling Flying Swords and executing techniques of Swordsmanship.
As for the Female Cultivator's Battle Armor, with its graceful, voluptuous, and tall figure, Fang Cheng didn't even try it on.
After studying the three sets of battle armor, his confidence swelled.
He then calmed his mind and, without distraction, resumed refining the Immortal Binding Rope.
「More than ten days passed in a flash.」
