The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 626 Bad News: My Armor Has Changed Its Mind!
The Special Affairs Bureau successfully kept the newly recruited spirit artifacts in the rear, instead of sending them to the front lines to fill the gaps.

The professors of history and archaeology have found a teacher who can answer their questions.

Although many of the findings cannot be published directly and require further archaeological work to corroborate them, it is still better than digging around aimlessly like a headless fly.

Professor Zhang got the chance to practice with the Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao soldiers, and also the opportunity to recreate various Tang Dynasty armors according to the descriptions of this weapon spirit...

Everyone has a bright future.

Only Shen Le was exhausted and full of resentment. His training plan had progressed from 100 balls a day to 300 balls a day, and the ball speed had increased from level 1 to level 5...

He wasn't even allowed to set up wind barriers, water barriers, or any other kind of obstacle! His instructor said:
"If you're fully focused on offense, or if you're already mentally exhausted or out of mana, then your physical reaction is your last lifeline!"

Ah, that...it's not without reason...especially when he's training, the kids form a circle around him on the playground, clapping, cheering, and applauding him...

Xiao Ling sang and danced on the side, while Lan Zhuang emitted rainbows to add to the merriment. The women in their flowing skirts formed a stage, playing the zither and flute, their wide sleeves fluttering.

The woman in the red wedding dress stood to the side, nocking a bow and arrow, and occasionally firing an arrow with a rubber tip, which would hit him if he wasn't careful.

What's most infuriating is the clay figurines that Zhong Xiaomei released, which were then placed by the training field, forming a stretcher covered with a thick brocade quilt:
That means, Shen Le, you can train as much as you want. Train until you're exhausted and can't run anymore, and we'll carry you back!
Shen Le: "..."

I repaired you one by one, and enlightened your spirituality one by one, just so that you would torment me like this?

what? !

You guys should at least stand on my side!

[Go Shen Le! Go Shen Le! Hang in there! Shen Le, do you want a massage?~~~]

The small oil lamp, propelled by electromagnetic force, floated happily to and fro, flashing and shouting incessantly. Shen Le, having finished a round of dodgeball, lay sprawled on the training field, utterly exhausted.
"want……"

Crack!

A bolt of lightning struck down. It descended to about the height of a person, then suddenly multiplied into two, then four, then eight… transforming into a dense electric grid.

A thin electric net enveloped Shen Le's body, and before the staff next to him could shout "Wait!", it had already penetrated Shen Le's body:
"Ow!"

Shen Le sprang up like a shrimp out of water. Quadriceps, gastrocnemius, biceps, latissimus dorsi, rectus abdominis, gluteus maximus…

In short, all the muscles in my body that were exerting force were trembling incessantly.

This muscle twitches in this direction, that muscle twitches in that direction, they can't form a combined force to support it. Even trying to say a word, the upper and lower teeth are constantly fighting.

"Qingdeng...you...you want to...electrocute me...Aww!"

The little oil lamp spun around in a panic and then sank down.

The remaining silvery-white current was still pulsating on Shen Le's body. After being spun around like that, it suddenly flew up, reformed into a tattered electric grid, and returned to the lamp wick.

Shen Le fell silent instantly, slumping down like a sleeping baby. The security personnel nearby turned pale and rushed over with an AED.
"Mr. Shen! Mr. Shen, how are you? Can you still hear me? Can you blink?"

After a long while, Shen Le slowly exhaled and winked at him. The security guard collapsed to the ground, completely limp.
"Oh my god, that scared me to death..."

"Yes, it almost scared me to death. Qingdeng, the human body has bioelectricity. Whether it's skeletal muscles working or the heart beating, it all needs bioelectricity to drive it..."

Shen Le lay sprawled out on the training field, nodded at the small oil lamp, and gestured for it to land beside him.
"When you take back the current, remember to only take back the current you yourself emitted. Don't take back the bioelectricity of your own body!"

I understand...

The small oil lamp swayed left and right, twisting and turning, cautiously brushing against Shen Le. Shen Le grabbed its top handle, used it for leverage to stand up, and sat down on the training field, panting.
"Qingdeng, I understand you want to massage me with pulsed current, but the conductivity of the human body is affected by humidity. Look, I just worked up a sweat, and I'm all wet!"

The little oil lamp swayed vigorously back and forth, as if nodding or bowing. Ordinary people couldn't hear it, but Shen Le and the other little creatures around him heard the little oil lamp weakly reply:

"I understand... Next time I massage you, I'll reduce the current a little, and then a little more, or maybe I'll wait until you've showered and aren't sweaty anymore?"

I just want to take a shower. Shen Le looked at the instructor listlessly.

"Um, how about we skip training today?"

The instructor, seeing him like this, was also at his wit's end. He sighed, squatted down, and patted him on the shoulder.
"Then let's take a break for today. -- By the way, your lightning resistance isn't very good! Think about how to improve it; we can't help you with that... Ouch!"

The little oil lamp, enraged, flew up and slammed into his face. The impact wasn't strong; it only made his nose sting and tears stream down his face. Shen Le stopped it in time:
"The Green Lamp!"

They are helping me!

That's incredibly rude!
Shen Le doesn't need lightning resistance! I will protect Shen Le! I'm here!

The small oil lamp flickered left and right, scattering a patch of silver light that sometimes wove a Faraday cage around Shen Le, sometimes transformed the cage into a palm, and then raised its middle finger at the instructor:
I messed up today! I didn't mean to! I can handle this!

"Okay, okay, you can handle it, you can protect me, I'll rely on you for this from now on." Shen Le stroked its shell gently, as if soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.

I patted it a few times, grabbed its handle, and gave it a gentle shake:
"But you also need to apologize to the instructor. He made that suggestion because he wanted what was best for me. It's impolite of you to hit him right away, that's not acceptable!"

The small oil lamp shook a few times, making a crackling sound. Shen Le straightened his face, shook the handle vigorously, lifted it up, and then slammed it down:
"Apologize!"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I'm really fine." Hearing him say this, the instructor rubbed his nose and laughed, waving his hands around. Shen Le smiled and nodded at him, then flicked the oil lamp in her hand.

"What should you do if you do something wrong and then hit someone?"

With a crackling sound, the Faraday cage surrounding Shen Le quietly dispersed and reassembled on the side, weaving into the shape of a small person.

Stand up straight, bow, and then the electric grid disperses again, combining into words in the void:

"I'm sorry, I was wrong just now, I shouldn't have hit you."

"It's alright, it was my fault just now, I didn't consider your feelings when I spoke." The instructor smiled and nodded towards the oil lamp.

Sigh, they say that bad parents come first, then bad kids. If parents can teach them properly and suppress them forcefully, even if kids are a little naughty sometimes, they'll still seem quite adorable, won't they?

After this brief interlude ended, Shen Le slowly and laboriously stood up and walked towards the edge of the training field. The instructor watched him leave, letting out a long sigh.
"Sigh... It's great that our soldiers can improve so quickly... It's only been a few days, and they've already gone from 100 balls to 300 balls. Back in the day, it took me at least three months to get to this level..." Moreover, the higher you go, the harder it gets, and the more it tests the limits of your nerve reaction speed and muscle control.

Back then, he reached a peak of 400 consecutive goals, the seventh level, and couldn't go any higher. But looking at Shen Le, although he keeps complaining, he's far from reaching his limit?

Who knows, he might break the record...

Shen Le was unaware that someone wanted to keep him on the training field and push him to his absolute limit.

He stepped off the stage, enjoying a gentle massage from the skirts and a violent stretching and loosening from the red wedding dress, before shakily getting to his feet.

Across from him, Li Xingtang stepped inside, holding a newly forged, unsharpened longsword horizontally in both hands, standing there with his legs spread wide, imposing and unyielding. Shen Le sighed and stretched out his arms:

"Come on, come on, let me help..."

The women in their skirts couldn't help with this. Soldiers from the training camp quickly came over to help Shen Le put on her protective gear.
The helmet is made of one piece of ultra-high molecular weight polyethylene and has a foam cushioning layer inside. It also has a camera on the top of the helmet so that it can capture the other person's movements in real time.
The bulletproof vest made of silicon carbide ceramic composite material looks somewhat similar in shape to plate armor, but it is much lighter and has much higher protective power.
Elbow and knee pads made of high-strength engineering plastics with a cushioning layer inside can absorb impact and improve comfort.
The leg guards are made of carbon fiber reinforced plastic and secured to the back of the calf with elastic fibers.
The cut-resistant gloves made of high-density polyethylene fiber mean that even if you grab a Mo Dao (not the magical weapon version personally crafted by Shen Le) with your bare hands, you don't have to worry about getting hurt...

While people were putting on their protective gear, soldiers who had already donned their gear were already lined up and waiting on the sidelines.

The first one rushed forward impatiently, holding the Indian Happy Blade, which looked quite similar to the Mo Dao, or rather, to the Da Guan Dao, and made a "please" gesture to the armored vehicle.

Li Xingtang nodded, strode forward, and suddenly slipped a step with his leather boots. Immediately afterward, he swung his longsword, delivering a horizontal slash:

"when!"

The two swords clashed. The soldier's feet made an unpleasant crunching sound, leaving a long trail on the cinder ground of the training ground.

Barely managing to block the longsword, he tried to attack again, but another blade swung down like a bolt of lightning, leaving him scrambling to parry:
when!
when!
when!
After five or six consecutive slashes, the warrior was already swaying left and right, unable to maintain his horse stance or hold his sword steady.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Xingtang swung his sword with exceptional ferocity, sending the soldier's broadsword flying far away.
"what!"

The broadsword fell heavily, pressing down on his shoulder and neck, causing his legs to buckle and him to kneel. Looking up at Li Xingtang again, he saw that the other man's expression remained unchanged, and he wasn't exhaling a long breath—

Okay, it's a suit of armor, faceless, and lifeless. But at least it moves nimbly, stays steady, and doesn't seem to be about to collapse.

He raised his longsword and pointed it towards the sidelines:
“It’s my turn, it’s my turn!”

The second soldier, fully armored, with a riot shield in one hand and a riot baton in the other, stepped forward and was knocked down. The third soldier, wielding a long baton, stepped forward and was knocked down as well…

"Why are you taking turns fighting him?" Shen Le asked, sitting on the sidelines drinking water, feeling the power flowing through Li Xingtang's body and sensing how excited and happy he became as the fight went on.

He had no choice; in order to become the last line of defense for Yun Kun or the other little guys, he had to increase his strength as much as possible.
Other soldiers... In modern warfare, close combat with cold weapons is no longer popular, right?

Even if special operations occasionally require it, it's a short blade like a dagger. What's the point of them practicing long weapons so hard?
"Oh, it's good to have more skills." The soldier, defeated on the training field, plopped down next to Shen Le, unfastened his knee pads, and began rubbing medicated oil onto his knees.

"Besides, there are indeed places where these kinds of cold weapons are used in combat. What if we're needed to go up there?"

Although we're from the Special Affairs Bureau and don't usually go to the front lines, if those Indians act unethically and release something disgusting, that's when we'll be deployed!

Each of the soldiers went through the process, being cleaved in two by the longsword, and then, satisfied, they exchanged their thoughts on the sidelines.

Li Xingtang took two steps forward, the blade turning sideways, pointing directly at Shen Le. Shen Le sighed and shakily got to his feet:

"Sigh, I'm going to get beaten up again..."

on!
Let's chop him down!

Go and do it!
Standing in front of the armored vehicle, I felt the overwhelming pressure.

Fighting a well-trained general with a long sword who had been immersed in the battlefields of the Western Regions for decades and had killed countless people with his Mo Dao was much more stressful than facing a cavalry charge in his illusion!

This person is truly capable of killing!

Shen Le lowered his waist and mounted his horse, wielding his long sword with both hands, blocking, parrying, chopping, slashing, pressing, and twisting in the manner he had been trained in.

The two gleaming longswords clashed repeatedly. Shen Le took a step back, then a step forward, then a step back again, and then a step forward again.

The blade was jolted away, then forcefully pulled back, and pulled back again. After one exchange, Li Xingtang strode forward, his broadsword slashing horizontally, drawing a straight line on the ground behind Shen Le:
This is the territory you're responsible for protecting!

Ah this...

Why is it getting harder?
Shen Le was sweating profusely. At the edge of the training field, a group of soldiers sat shoulder to shoulder, pointing and whispering.

"So strong."

"Really strong."

"They've already fought more than ten rounds, and it's still going..."

"They even made it harder for him..."

"Non-human...is this the skill of cultivators?"

Shen Le and Li Xingtang fought repeatedly, retreating and counterattacking, retreating again and counterattacking again. Gradually, Shen Le felt that the martial arts he had learned in the illusion were gradually becoming more and more integrated into his understanding.

After an exceptionally heavy exchange, Li Xingtang's left shoulder rattled as the lion-patterned shoulder guard tilted to one side, held in place by straps.

He put down his longsword, waved to Shen Le to indicate he wouldn't fight, and then came over to touch the protective gear on Shen Le's body:

"Could you get me a set of these?"

Shen Le: "..."

No, do you really want to replace your armor with this kind of modern protective gear?

How can your spirit attach itself to something? I can't even do that right now!
My armor is fickle and wants a new body, what should I do? I need help urgently!

(End of this chapter)