I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 658 - 478 X Level Power Armor
Chapter 658 -478 X Level Power Armor
A human diplomatic team of over a hundred people marched in perfect formation into the central hall.
The interior spanned an area comparable to a standard large sports field, with a height exceeding a hundred meters. The space was undeniably spacious.
Massive, transparent glass skylights shielded the hall from the external clouds and rain.
On the sides, there were stands and similar arrangements, making it significantly more comfortable than the valley outside.
Lu Yuan sat upright, taking a few deep breaths. As expected, more Lanpeng people entered the venue.
The first battle was cold-weapon melee combat, testing the extraordinary levels and equipment of both sides.
The humans had over a hundred spectators, while the number of Lanpeng people increased to over two hundred. A group of service personnel brought in exquisite food and drinks.
This kind of civilization competition was undeniably thrilling. What civilization wouldn’t want to witness their own strength? It was a moment of glory for the entire civilization!
A group of reporters entered the venue as well, wielding camera devices resembling telescopes, snapping photos incessantly.
“Our Lanpeng civilization encourages media scrutiny. Only by making more societal information public can the government improve its service quality.”
“These reporters represent the ‘Fourth Estate,’ enjoying considerable personal freedom,” the opposing ambassador explained, “but they’re absolutely prohibited from capturing images of the Empress or the Prince. Please rest assured.”
Lu Yuan actually felt immense pressure. He suspected every Lanpeng individual who barged in might be a **Demon**, and even the human diplomats could potentially be **Demons**…
Yet, at the same time, he hoped as many would rush in as possible, so he could capture them all in one fell swoop!
Old Cat asked, “Who do we send into the match?”
The outcome of the battle wasn’t in doubt—Level 7 Field Grandmasters already represented the upper limit for individual combat capabilities among intelligent creatures. It would be hard for humanity to lose the first round.
Now the question was how to approach the fight. Should they give the opponent a shred of dignity?
“Jin Dongliang, go all out and quickly defeat their warrior,” Lu Yuan said telepathically.
“Great Commander, isn’t that a bit too flashy?” Jin Dongliang was hesitant. “The stronger we appear, the more cautious the **Demon** will be. What if…”
“No, the stronger we appear, the more attention the **Demon** will pay to us and the higher the likelihood they’ll show up on-site.”
After pausing to consider, Lu Yuan added, “A Level 7 Warrior poses no threat to a **Demon**. Don’t worry about it fleeing directly. Even if a **Demon** isn’t as domineering as a **Ghost**, it’s still of Catastrophe Level.”
“If we secure a decisive victory in the first round, it will cause significant emotional disruption among the Lanpeng people.”
“Guo Dafeng and I will closely monitor the Prince’s emotional fluctuations… If anything abnormal occurs, I’ll act immediately!”
“Understood…”
A Level 7 Warrior was as insignificant as an insect on the roadside; that much was true.
Having experienced the “Painted Skin War,” Jin Dongliang was already well aware of this.
After exchanging a few words with the human diplomats, he leaped down from the stands.
Wearing Yingyu Armor and wielding a sword and shield, he let out a battle cry and introduced himself: “Human civilization, Level 7 Warrior, Jin Dongliang!”
“Friends, please advise me!”
His words were like a bucket of cold water.
The Lanpeng civilization’s side immediately froze in shock.
The group of reporters, who had been bustling with excitement, suddenly quieted down.
Level 7… What did that even mean?
It was common knowledge that their extraordinary levels capped at Level 4. How could they fight?
“Your Highness, what should we do? Cold-weapon combat… they’re three levels above us. What’s the point of this match?”
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“What’s there to fear? It’s just a sparring match.”
“So what if their single-soldier combat is stronger than ours?” Prince Jin Bote’s face darkened. That strange premonition kept surfacing, making him uneasy, though he forced himself to appear composed. “Keep your eyes wide open. Activate all recording devices! Observing and analyzing this battle thoroughly is the key!”
The **Agitator**’s ability came into effect, his voice carrying like waves across the distance.
His subordinates felt a surge of courage, their morale reignited once again.
“Understood!”
Admittedly, the **Agitator**’s ability was truly impressive.
Jin Bote asked again, “Don’t expect much from the first match. Just make sure we win the second. Is the X-level Power Armor ready?!”
“It’s ready, but who will pilot it?”
“Let White Eagle take the role. With bullet time, he can better utilize the armor’s capabilities,” Jin Bote ordered decisively.
“As you command!” White Eagle crossed his arms and bowed respectfully.
…
The first battle began quickly, with the opposing side sending out a warrior named “Iron Vulture.”
Lu Yuan’s focus wasn’t on the battlefield but on the stands.
Old Cat continued discussing miscellaneous details, even revealing some information about Level 7…
Miss Conch’s expression remained calm, as elegant and poised as ever.
One hand rested lazily on her knee, the other propping up her cheek. She even seemed a bit bored. As an Empress, she certainly exuded composure, as though nothing could disturb her serene mood.
A loud roar came from the field.
In just a second, the battle concluded as expected.
The Lanpeng civilization’s avian warrior “Iron Vulture” attempted to fly and maneuver in the air.
But the gap between them was too vast. Jin Dongliang activated the **Safely Field**, firing off several Spark Energy projectiles with piercing “whoosh” sounds, knocking his opponent down immediately.
The one-sided match silenced the entire stands.
Neither the Lanpeng civilization nor humanity had anticipated such a swift, merciless victory from Jin Dongliang.
Several medics hurried onto the field to carry the warrior away.
Fortunately, Jin Dongliang had held back; the opponent’s life was likely not in danger…
The humans naturally felt there was no need to celebrate—victory was expected and nothing to boast about.
On the Lanpeng side, however, the morale stirred by the **Agitator** had once again plummeted.
It took a long while before murmurs and whispered discussions broke the silence.
“The combat power of a Level 7 Warrior seems beyond anything we imagined… How did the Spark Energy become as condensed as bullets?!”
“A **Field**… What does that mean?”
“How did they achieve this?”
Even Prince Jin Bote was filled with doubt. Although he had predicted their defeat, he hadn’t anticipated the opponent using methods entirely out of his expectations: “This is practically a humanoid mecha. Spark Energy traveling hundreds of meters—doesn’t that make it akin to a firearm?”
“Indeed. This single-soldier combat power already rivals our Power Armor.”
“How does it compare to our X-level mecha?”
White Eagle responded, “It should still be far inferior… After all, our X-level designs come from a more advanced civilization.”
The X-level Power Armor’s core material consisted of unbelievably hard carbon acetylene.
More crucially, its heart was a technological marvel known as the **Hicks Vacuum Zero-point Perpetual Motion Device**.
This core wasn’t a product of the Lanpeng civilization’s technology but stemmed from their satellite—the Moon itself.
Centuries ago, when the Lanpeng civilization advanced into space exploration, they discovered that their satellite was not merely a celestial body but a long-dead space fortress!
The fortress’s structures were nearly obliterated, leaving behind only a few defunct robots, each containing a mostly intact **Hicks Vacuum Zero-point Perpetual Motion Device**. Through this fortuitous encounter, their civilization strove toward interstellar technological advancement.
In short, the X-level Power Armor, equipped with this device, boasted unparalleled performance far beyond that of regular armor.
“You must win the second round!” Jin Bote instructed anxiously.
For some reason, the sense of crisis in his heart resurfaced.
But as the highest-ranking leader, he had to grit his teeth and endure, standing firm in this critical moment.
…
“Damn it, I still can’t identify any suspicious individuals.”
Meanwhile, Lu Yuan’s inner anxiety surpassed that of Jin Bote.
Everyone seemed normal, yet everyone also seemed suspicious; even the humans were suspect.
Deep within, he felt a growing urge to activate a **Spirit Storm**.
As expected, after the disastrous loss of the first round, a small group of Lanpeng experts entered the arena, bringing along a shimmering silver Power Armor.
The device exuded an extraordinary aura, with a surface resembling smooth ceramic, its texture fine and hues gentle like an art piece.
Standing at approximately 2.5 meters tall, it wasn’t overly large and had demon-wing-like extensions on its back.
Simple engravings like “Solid” and “Tough” were etched onto its chassis, and it held a longsword that appeared to be a **high-frequency weapon**.
“This is our X-level Power Armor. Because this is a friendly competition with only cold weapons allowed, our staff is currently uninstalling its thermal weapons. We appreciate your patience,” came the explanation from the Lanpeng Ambassador over the headset.
Lu Yuan frowned, observing for a while.
This pure materialistic super-equipment exceeded their expectations. And it could even fly?
In theory, a quasi-interstellar civilization shouldn’t be capable of creating such small-scale armor. Just miniaturizing its power source would be an enormous challenge.
“Great Commander, our Source Fire Puppet might not be able to defeat this thing,” Jin Dongliang evaluated. “Traditional Source Fire Puppets are at best equivalent to Level Six, unable to surpass a Level 7 Field Master.”
“Judging by their confidence, it’s clear that this X-level armor outclasses even Level 7 Grandmasters.”
“Sort it out amongst yourselves. If you can win, great. If not, then so be it… After all, it’s merely a friendly duel. Don’t put too much pressure on yourselves.”
Lu Yuan watched as more Lanpeng personnel entered and began removing some of the armor’s unusable thermal weapons.
“I’ll wear an exoskeleton and enter the match,” Guo Dafeng volunteered. “After all, exoskeletons are also a form of mechanical gear. Plus, I can use **Mind** techniques.”
