If I let you open a toy store, would you mass-produce Emperor Armor?

"Not for sale!"

He said the name Song Yang with absolute certainty, without the slightest hesitation.

He blew on the few goji berries floating on the surface of the teacup, slowly slurped up a large mouthful of hot water, and then raised his eyelids to look at Lei Lie, who was frozen in place.

"General Lei, do you think this is a trip to the market to buy cabbages?" Song Yang placed his teacup on the glass counter in front of him. "One hundred more sets, why don't you just let me sew up the Abyss Rift directly?"

Lei Lie, a dignified fourth-level garrison commander, is usually a man of his word. When has he ever been so humiliated in front of others?

His thick eyebrows instantly stood on end, the veins on his thick neck throbbed, and he opened his mouth as if about to unleash a rage.

"What do you mean? Our defense force is not short of money!" Lei Lie's voice was so loud that it made the toy store's roller shutter rattle.

"It's not about the money." Song Yang took the towel from his neck and wiped his mouth. "That Xingtian Summoning Device is a limited edition, combat-ready model; there's only one of its kind. That level of rule-based weaponry is selective in its users!"

"Without pure willpower, wearing it is just a lump of iron that can crush bones. Even if you buy a hundred sets, it's useless if you don't have anyone who can use them."

Upon hearing this, Lei Lie was stunned.

Imagination?

What is that?

This term was completely outside his decades-long knowledge base of spiritual martial arts. Lei Lie turned his head and looked at Lin Wan'er beside him with a questioning gaze.

Lin Wan'er nodded immediately, her right hand still tightly clutching the tactical pocket, her tone certain: "Guardian Lei, what Boss Song said is true. Without willpower, a second-tier spiritual warrior can't even stand up."

Hearing this, Lei Lie's anger was forced back down.

He glanced at Song Yang, whose face clearly said "No bargaining," and then at the hundreds of elite soldiers who had stood behind him all night. He felt that if he went back empty-handed, the Jiangcheng Defense Army would lose face.

"Alright, Xing Tian isn't available, I won't insist." Lei Lie rubbed his face, forcing a softer tone. "Are there any other items in the store? I'll go in and pick one myself, is that alright?"

Song Yang shrugged and stepped aside to make way for him.

"When you're open for business, there's no reason to turn away customers. Feel free to look around and pick what you want, but let me make it clear first, these are all treasures in my shop." Song Yang pointed to the plastic packaging cards hanging on the wall. "If you damage them, you'll have to pay for them."

"Break it? With my fourth-level strength, I can control it at will. How many of your toys could I possibly break?"

Lei Lie snorted coldly and strode into the store.

Li Daoyuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly followed.

Lin Wan'er walked at the back. As soon as she stepped into the dimly lit and crowded shop, her calm and collected eyes lit up instantly, as if some kind of switch had been flipped.

The three of them packed the already small toy store to the brim when they came in.

Lin Wan'er completely ignored the two powerful figures beside her.

She deftly bypassed the collapsed shelves, headed straight for the corner, reached out and picked up the loosely buttoned Shura Armor Summoner, then turned to stare at the Kamen Rider Kuuga belt hanging on the wall, her breathing becoming rapid.

"Boss Song..." Lin Wan'er's voice carried a rare hint of urgency. "I was too hasty yesterday and didn't look carefully. Are you selling this Asura Armor and this Void Belt today? Name your price, and I'll use all the funds from the Spirit Martial Association!"

This scene sent a chill down Lei Lie and Li Daoyuan's spines at the same time.

The famous, aloof Valkyrie of Jiangcheng, the special forces leader who kills monsters without blinking an eye, is now looking at a pile of dusty plastic shells with eyes shining like a child seeing candy.

Song Yang leaned back in the wicker chair, playing with a red and white Poké Ball in his hand, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Team Leader Lin, you should save your breath."

"If I hadn't taken over last night, you wouldn't have been able to withstand even one of the troll's claws. This shows that your mental energy is insufficient to support the Xingtian Armor in battle." Song Yang ruthlessly shattered her illusions.

"You haven't even mastered one-thousandth of the Xingtian Armor, and you're already eyeing the Shura Armor?"

The requirements for mastering the Shura Armor are much higher than those for mastering the Xingtian Armor!

When Lin Wan'er was exposed for using a substitute player on the spot, her face flushed red.

But instead of getting angry, she hugged the two plastic toys tightly, reluctant to let go.

Lei Lie had no time to pay attention to Lin Wan'er's unusual behavior.

With his hands behind his back, his sharp eyes began to scan the toy store.

As a fourth-tier spiritual warrior, Lei Lie's perception had already reached its limit, and the flow of spiritual energy throughout Jiangcheng was clearly discernible in his eyes.

However, he sensed nothing in this dilapidated toy store.

There were no fluctuations from the spirit-gathering array, no radiation from the high-level magical beast crystal core, and no resonance from any metal inscriptions.

The shelves were filled with industrial plastics that crumbled at the slightest touch!

The toys even had burrs on the edges, the packaging paper was yellowed and curled, and some labels even had the words "manufactured by Jiangcheng Third Plastics Factory" printed on them.

The more Lei Lie looked, the more his brows furrowed.

This is simply the place where the cheapest street vendor goods gather!

Is this the kind of place that sells weapons capable of instantly killing a Tier 3 troll?!

After going around in circles, Lei Lie couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Could it be that the troll last night was simply swallowed up by some kind of spatial rift? Was Lin Wan'er just lucky?

With this question in mind, Lei Lie's gaze casually swept towards the cashier counter in front of Song Yang.

However, in the next second, Lei Lie suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The massive, towering body froze in place in an extremely eerie manner.

Not only did his body stop, but Lei Lie also discovered that the fourth-order spiritual core within his body, which had been surging like raging thunder for years, had completely ceased its rotation at this moment.

This is not suppression, but rather an instinctive hibernation stemming from the bottom of the food chain.

It was as if it had encountered a natural enemy that could dismantle and peel it away at any time, so the spirit core didn't even dare to release a trace of heat!

"What is this thing..." Lei Lie swallowed hard, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Lei Lie stiffly turned his neck, his eyes fixed on the glass display case in the center of the cashier counter.

Under the bright spotlights, a magenta driveway lay quietly on a red velvet cloth.

The outer shell of the belt had no reflective surface and was extremely cold and hard.

At the very center is a pure white core ring, within which are engraved an extremely intricate knight emblem.

There was still no psionic fluctuation.

However, relying on the intuition of a fourth-level martial artist, Lei Lie clearly saw that the space around the belt was distorted.

It was as if as long as he wore that belt, all the existing physical laws, the abyss system, and even his decades of hard-earned spiritual energy realm would be mercilessly crushed and redefined!

This is not a piece of equipment at all; it is a set of rules that are ready to devour everything at any moment!

[Ding! Detected extreme trembling and instinctive fear in Lei Lie! Emotional value +6000!]

[Ding! A soul tremor was detected in Li Daoyuan! Emotional value +4500!]

Li Daoyuan followed Lei Lie's gaze. Although he was a third-tier warrior and his senses were not as sharp as Lei Lie's, his legs went weak the moment he saw the Emperor Rider Driver. He instinctively leaned against the supporting pillar next to him, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Boss Song..." Lei Lie moved his stiff legs and slowly made his way to the glass cabinet.

He braced his hands on the edge of the counter, the glass surface creaking under the weight: "This pink belt..."

"This is a magenta!"

Song Yang raised an eyebrow and corrected him.