Chapter 577

Chapter 577: Heavy Armor

“This thing! How did you come up with this idea?”

Lin Mo noticed the pure crystals and mysterious patterns embedded in the armor, resembling enchanted armor carved with magic circles and runes, looking like mystic steel armor specially tailored for a Dragon Knight.

However, Lin Mo didn’t sense the lightly flowing elemental energy—it was merely a similar appearance.

Yet, this surprise was truly something rare and precious.

Compared to the knight armor he had seen before, this was not just a crafted piece but a genuine war gear.

The experienced Dragon Knight could keenly feel that this was armor suitable for real combat.

Some details and designs were not just surface-level tricks; they were not only eye-catching but also retained significant practicality, adhering to the ergonomic standards of this world.

If there were no magic attached to this super heavy armor to enhance its power, the stylish design alone granted it an aura similar to a fear spell.

At first glance, it instilled a sense of fear—a nearly natural enchanted effect, surpassing mere magic.

“Wow, this is amazing!”

Lin Mo smiled widely. If this armor were designed by Qi Fei, she would be a top-notch weapons designer in another world, not running a design company, but recognized as the most sought-after master.

Still, it should be considered more of a cosplay prop.

Lin Mo felt a twinge of regret but reminded himself that this was already fantastic.

However, he could break down the structure and send it to factories back in China to custom-make a set for himself—to show off a bit.

This world was one of gunpowder weapons, not a mix of cold weapons and magic. Heavy armor wasn’t invincible but was great for intimidation.

“Lin Mo, this is real!”

Qi Fei’s smile resembled that of a cunning fox with a plan.

“Really?” Lin Mo paused in surprise.

Qi Fei nodded, a mischievous grin on her face.

Lin Mo suddenly felt he might have been too presumptuous.

“Go check it out!” the little fox urged the Dragon Knight.

The entire set of armor was displayed clearly on a bionic steel frame.

Lin Mo approached, reaching out his hands to grasp the Giant Sword. As soon as he touched the hilt, he realized something was off—it didn’t have the light and airy feeling of a plastic prop. Instead, it felt very substantial, heavy—real weight pressed down from the hilt.

After resting for a night, his battle energy faintly gathered, and Lin Mo’s muscles began to tighten as his raw physical strength surged.

With a loud, grating sound of metal scraping, the shining nearly two-meter-long Giant Sword was drawn out, its silver blade reflecting details perfectly.

The combination of the lobby’s lighting and the sunlight streaming in made the sword gleam like lightning, a piercing cold light racing across every corner of the lobby in an instant.

Qi Fei quickly covered her mouth to stifle a gasp.

She was only joking with Lin Mo, never expecting him to actually pull out the sword. How terrifying was this strength?

That sword must weigh at least 200 kilograms—only two hefty men could lift it.

Qi Fei had custom-ordered this from the best prop manufacturer in Hollywood, made from military-grade high-strength special alloys, shaped using laser cutting.

Just the mechanical sculpting and polishing took a week, and it could only be made in America; if it were made in China, the military-grade materials would be unavailable, and there wouldn’t be the necessary skilled workers. Only in Hollywood could Qi Fei find a place to place such an order.

"Good, very good, excellent." Lin Mo stretched out a hand and flicked the sword blade. The blade didn’t even open a seam, yet its heavy weight didn’t diminish its lethality.

Clang!

The sound rang out like a booming bell, the material exceptionally uniform, its strength and toughness almost perfect.

If the gold giant dragon were here, it would surely take a bite, wipe its mouth, and chuckle, "Perfect afternoon tea snack."

Qi Fei really timed this gift well!

"You, you…"

Qi Fei seemed startled, pointing a finger at Lin Mo while covering her mouth, unable to speak coherently.

She didn’t know how much force Lin Mo used when he flicked the sword, but she was certain no human could lift that Giant Sword with one hand.

She initially thought Lin Mo was using all his strength, but she never expected he had energy to spare.

Even so, Lin Mo’s expression remained relaxed, showing no signs of discomfort or strain at all.

It was as if he held nothing more than a simple bamboo stick, feeling no heaviness whatsoever.

To lift a 200-kilogram Giant Sword with one hand—was this a human or a prehistoric monster?

If this happened in the Olympic weightlifting competition, those athletes and coaches would be utterly embarrassed.

Not just her, even the hotel security guard, who had been watching for several hours, looked as if he saw a ghost.

When this thing was brought in, the guards knew its weight; it was close to a ton. They had to transport it slowly with a forklift, placing a thick layer of padding beneath it before the hotel allowed such a heavy item into the lobby.

Interestingly, the spot it was placed was precisely where Lin Mo had previously captured a CIA agent disguised as a waiter to plant spy equipment for Professor Yan. At that time, Lin Mo had cracked the floor with his strength, and now Qi Fei’s large item conveniently covered the damage.

Qi Fei initially just wanted to customize a real full-body knight’s armor as a keepsake for Lin Mo; after all, it was the perfect accessory for cosplay.

But given the current situation, perhaps this armor might actually be wearable.

"Lin Mo, how can you lift that? It’s unscientific!"

Behind her surprise was an emerging sense of excitement and anticipation, rising in Qi Fei’s heart. If she brought this to any cosplay competition, the championship would surely be hers.

"Qi Fei, I really like your gift. Hehe, I accept it. Thank you!"

Without answering Qi Fei’s confusion, Lin Mo showed immense satisfaction, a joyful smile on his face. He had no qualms about expressing his happiness, and aside from the lack of magic, the material and craftsmanship far exceeded the Dragon Knight’s Dragon Slayer sword.

In a moment of excitement, inspired by the sight of the sword, he effortlessly performed a few flourishes, the massive blade slicing through the air with a sharp, thunderous sound.

Gifts of beauty to fair maidens, swords given to heroes—Qi Fei’s gift truly resonated with him.

While smiling, Lin Mo suddenly sensed something was off and turned his gaze.

In the nearby open dining area, chaos erupted, as if a tornado had swept through.

Surrounding them were exclamations of shock.

"What are you doing? Be careful! Take it outside!"

"Idiot…"

"！@#$^*&！#"

Among those having breakfast were several prominent aviation experts, including some from China, and they loudly protested in frustration.

Huh? What happened?

Perhaps realizing something, Lin Mo gently waved the Giant Sword, sending a wave of air cascading out with a whoosh as the sword moved.

"Sword light?"

Qi Fei jumped up in shock. She watched as Lin Mo swung the Giant Sword with effortless ease, and a wave of air erupted from the tip, knocking over tables, chairs, and some diners caught off guard.

This was truly miraculous.

Whenever she was beside Lin Mo, she seemed to witness incredible spectacles that left her almost speechless.

However, the aviation experts were not easily fooled; they dealt with aerodynamics and had seen fiercer airwaves and shockwaves. They quickly saw through the essence of what happened.

This was not magic; it was a physical phenomenon.

The wide blade acted like a fan, yet the two-meter-long sword was far more powerful than any fan.

With Lin Mo’s swift motions, currents of air gathered at the tip of the two-meter-long blade; when he abruptly halted, it accumulated energy and was forcefully released in the direction the sword pointed.

The large area of air displaced by the movement, if fast enough, could wield the power of a air cannon.

If Lin Mo swung the sword faster, he could create a massive sonic boom, producing shockwaves that surpassed the speed of sound, potentially matching the firepower of a tank.

This was a transformation from quantity to quality.

Such phenomena had previously only existed in theory; in reality, no one could wield a Giant Sword like Lin Mo. Even with powered armor, it usually came with large-caliber machine guns and rockets—much more effective than creating lethality with a Giant Sword.

"How did you think to give me this? It must have cost quite a bit."

Lin Mo waved a hand in front of Qi Fei, finally bringing the little fox back to her senses. He tapped on the heavy armor components, producing a dull thud. Inside, there were comfortable linings for wearing, and the material seemed just like that of the sword.

In terms of defense, a 7.62mm bullet barely felt like a tickle.

During the days Qi Fei spent with Lin Mo, her mental resilience increased greatly after experiencing so much. She confidently shot him a glance and said, "As your old classmate who knows you best, I recently came into some money. This time, I asked you to help with a performance, and I specifically ordered a suit of knight armor as a keepsake. I didn’t know where you served, and we rarely meet. I thought it would be nice to leave a reminder, so you wouldn’t be so unpredictable. Of course, I never hoped you’d wear it."

"Mm! I’m really sorry for messing up your performance. I’ll make it up to you."

As soon as Lin Mo heard Qi Fei mention the performance, an expression of regret appeared on his face. She must have lost a lot, yet she was still giving him such a wonderful gift.

The real culprit was himself. Qi Fei didn’t seem to be angry at all, which made him feel quite guilty.