MTLNOVEL CHAPTER 200
Chapter 200: A Deeper Understanding
Roda had already witnessed the Explosive Fist's power.
Now, he wanted to experience the Origin Power Armor firsthand, a fair request considering their agreement.
Upon hearing Roda's answer, Lu Ming didn't hesitate.
With a thought, the Origin Power Armor, interwoven with every cell in his body, began to glow.
In an instant, Lu Ming's entire being radiated a brilliant blue light, both dazzling and mysterious.
"The Micro-level Origin Power Armor truly lives up to its name," Roda observed, his eyes tracing the intricate patterns of light. "It permeates every cell, creating countless layers of protection around the user."
"Compared to the Perfect level, the defensive capabilities of the Micro-level Origin Power Armor are significantly enhanced." Lu Ming explained. "Moreover, once cultivated to this level, it becomes more of a passive ability, requiring minimal Origin Power to maintain continuous protection."
"I'm radiating this blue light for demonstration purposes," he added. "Under normal circumstances, the Micro-level Origin Power Armor is invisible."
Lu Ming's concise explanation filled Roda's face with a joyful glow.
It was the exhilaration of a hunter who had cornered his prey.
Roda's nickname, "Martial Madman," perfectly encapsulated his personality.
"May I touch it?" he asked, his eagerness barely contained.
Lu Ming considered for a moment, then nodded. "Sure."
Roda's large hands reached out, gently grasping Lu Ming's shoulders.
The scene of two grown men in such close proximity might have seemed awkward to some. Uncle Lu and Roxin exchanged amused glances, their lips twitching with suppressed laughter.
But neither Roda nor Lu Ming felt any discomfort. In a way, they were both straightforward individuals, unburdened by social conventions.
After a while, Roda retracted his hands, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. "Excellent! Truly excellent!"
He too cultivated the Origin Power Armor, but his level was far lower.
This was because he possessed another, higher-level protective technique. But even the most advanced techniques were derived from the fundamental principles of the Origin Power Armor.
In essence, the Origin Power Armor was the ancestor of all protective techniques.
Therefore, studying the Micro-level Origin Power Armor could deepen Roda's understanding of his own defensive skills.
It seemed he had already gained some insights.
After savoring the experience for a long moment, Roda opened his eyes and spoke to Lu Ming, his tone respectful.
"I have another presumptuous request."
Lu Ming raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Can I observe in more detail how the Origin Power Armor functions under attack?" Roda's voice held a hint of eagerness.
Lu Ming hesitated, a frown creasing his brow.
The request meant he would essentially become a punching bag.
Perhaps sensing Lu Ming's reluctance, Roda quickly added, "I'm willing to pay any price for this!"
This was the world of the Martial Madman.
Nothing was more valuable than gaining greater strength and mastering higher-level Origin Power Skills.
Seeing the pleading look in Roda's eyes, Lu Ming saw a reflection of his own relentless pursuit of power.
People with such a mindset shared a common trait: unwavering focus.
A smile tugged at the corner of Lu Ming's lips.
"Alright, I agree."
"As for the price, there's no need. Consider it a favor between friends."
Roda was momentarily surprised, then his face broke into a grateful smile.
To better understand the defensive capabilities of the Micro-level Origin Power Armor, Roda enlisted Uncle Lu's help.
He placed a hand on Lu Ming's shoulder, explaining to both of them, "When Uncle Lu attacks, Lu Ming, you activate the Origin Power Armor. I'll observe the intricacies of its operation through touch and ensure your safety."
Roda turned to Uncle Lu. "Lu Ming's current strength is roughly at Physique Realm Level 3. Uncle Lu, please start with Level 4 strength."
The power difference between each level of the Physique Realm was significant.
If the Micro-level Origin Power Armor couldn't even withstand attacks from a higher level, it wouldn't be worth studying.
Lu Ming and Uncle Lu nodded in unison. Once Lu Ming was ready, Uncle Lu threw a punch at his right shoulder.
A loud thud echoed through the chamber, but Lu Ming didn't budge. Uncle Lu, however, frowned and retracted his fist, rubbing his wrist gingerly.
"That's quite some resistance," Uncle Lu commented. "At least 80% of my punch's force was neutralized."
Roda, meanwhile, was intently observing the subtle changes in the Origin Power Armor. "Can you handle more?" he asked Lu Ming.
"It was easy," Lu Ming replied confidently.
So, Uncle Lu increased his strength.
Lu Ming effortlessly withstood a punch from a Level 5 Physique Realm expert.
He withstood another punch, this time at Level 6 of the Physique Realm!
Uncle Lu, sensing no resistance, continued to increase his power. Even at Level 9, he could land blows without breaking a sweat.
Lu Ming, however, was starting to feel the strain.
"That's the limit," he said, taking a couple of steps back after enduring a Level 9 punch. The Origin Power Armor flickered, showing signs of strain under the immense force, and a sharp pain throbbed in his shoulder.
"So, the Micro-level Origin Power Armor, when used with Level 3 Physique Realm strength, can withstand an attack from Level 9."
Lu Ming had finally established the upper limit of his defense.
Behind him, Roda retracted his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Without a word, he walked to the center of the martial arts arena. A golden light enveloped his body.
"Thank you, Mr. Lu," Uncle Lu said, gesturing towards Roda. "The City Lord has gained some insights. He's now testing his theories."
Lu Ming nodded in understanding.
Today's sparring session was over.
But there was no rest for the wicked.
Lu Ming wasn't here to be a sparring partner; he was here to farm attributes.
Roda, lost in contemplation, silently circulated his Body Fortification technique.
Lu Ming, on the other hand, assumed a familiar stance and began practicing the Body Forging Technique.
Repetition after repetition...
At first, Roxin and Uncle Lu paid little attention to Lu Ming. But as he entered his fifth repetition, they exchanged surprised glances.
"This man is quite diligent," Roxin whispered.
Uncle Lu nodded, his gaze shifting to the still-meditating Roda.
"Compared to the Young Master, he's quite impressive."
They observed the two men, one practicing the Body Forging Technique, the other circulating the Body Fortification Technique. Though their focus differed, their expressions were remarkably similar – a look of intense concentration, as if they were cut from the same cloth.
Several hours passed.
Roda was the first to stop, a look of exhaustion and deep thought etched on his face. He retreated to his room without a word.
Lu Ming also ceased his training, bidding farewell to Roxin and Uncle Lu before returning to his own quarters to rest.
Roxin watched him go, a wry smile on her lips.
"No wonder my brother wants to befriend him."
"I thought my brother was obsessed," she mused. "But this man's dedication might even surpass his."
Uncle Lu nodded in agreement.
End of Chapter 200