"The armor isn't that bad, but you can't bring out its full potential," Darian commented. "At best, it can help you withstand part of the pressure of the martial stage. Other than that, it won't be much help. The main reason is that, to you, this armor is something external, not part of your own strength."
Hearing Darian speak so calmly, the spectators were stunned. It was obvious he still hadn't used all of his power.
Niara, inside the arena, gave a slight nod, looking at that idiot in armor with disdain. She had already seen Amara and the people of Earth fight using similar armor and equipment. But for them, armor was their very life, an inseparable part of themselves, built with their own hands or, at the very least, envisioned down to every detail.
That idiot, on the other hand, was just using it as a cheap trick to cheat.
"You're a frog at the bottom of a well. You think you can look down on the Bloodsky Armor?" Caoming sneered, staring at Darian.
