Chapter 802

PS: It's the college entrance exam season again; after more than a decade of hard study, the time has finally come for it to end. Regardless of how the book friends' grades usually are, everyone's life is about to face a major turning point.

Of course, the author still wants to wish all the book friends who are about to take the college entrance exam that their pens may be guided by the gods, that they achieve ideal results, and that they have the life they want!

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Miss Luo Quan was confident that even if Master Yanwu had been hit by such a punch from her, he would still have to rub his stomach and secretly think, "That hurts."

But although Avelan's expression was very surprised, there was no change in color on his face, such as flushing or turning pale, due to pain.

She guessed that this was mostly thanks to the armor on Avelan's body.

"Your armor is quite nice." Miss Luo Quan walked in circles around Avelan, saying with a chuckle.

"This is Joan of Arc's armor; of course, it's extraordinary." Avelan looked proud, with a bit of showing off in it.

"Joan of Arc!" Miss Luo Quan was somewhat surprised.

If you were to find two world-renowned heroes in French history, many might choose Napoleon for the men, but some would have other choices.

And for a female hero, ninety-nine point nine nine percent would probably choose Joan of Arc!

Many people might have only heard of this legendary French heroine, but they might not be very clear about her deeds.

If converted to China, she could be seen as a female version of Yue Fei.

At that time, France was occupied by the British; Joan of Arc led the army and the people to rise up in resistance, winning several key battles and destroying more than half of the military occupation plan that the British had been plotting for nearly a hundred years.

Although Joan of Arc was eventually defeated, captured, and burned alive by the British.

But inspired by her, the French eventually drove out the invaders and regained their independence.

And those subordinates of Joan of Arc's army also became important military officers and generals in the later wars against invaders.

As the key figure who turned the tide of the Hundred Years' War between England and France, her few years of military career could almost be called a miracle, and even Napoleon praised her highly.

Because her military record was too absurd, the Holy See canonized her as a saint in the twentieth century, hence Saint Joan of Arc.

Compared to the legendary King Arthur, Joan of Arc was a real person, and her legendary status is in no way inferior to the former.

The armor of such a legendary heroine, if preserved to this day, must be extremely formidable.

No wonder Avelan didn't look that strong, yet could take her punch head-on without any injuries.

However, he was not Joan of Arc herself after all; having only the armor meant he was just a bit more resistant to beating.

"You should concede; you should be able to see the gap between us from that punch just now."

Miss Luo Quan softly advised him to surrender, wanting Avelan to realize the difficulty and retreat.

"You can't hurt me." Avelan's expression was extremely confident; the sturdiness of Joan of Arc's armor gave him immense confidence.

Back in the day, Saint Joan of Arc wore this set of Iris armor, sweeping across the battlefield and invincible, leading the French army and people to defeat the British invaders countless times.

Unfortunately, she eventually fell into an ambush by the Burgundian army, was besieged by tens of thousands, and was only captured after her stamina was completely exhausted.

But even so, the Iris armor did not suffer any damage, which shows how sturdy it is.

After Joan of Arc's death, the Iris armor remained in the hands of the British.

It wasn't until World War II that France finally got this treasure back, and later it fell into the hands of the Bonaparte family.

Ordinary people certainly wouldn't know the true identity of this armor; in the past, the Bonaparte family just used it as a collection.

But now that spiritual energy has recovered, the Iris armor almost instantly ranked among the top-tier equipment in Europe; wearing it on one's body, you don't even have to fear bullets!

Even the best bulletproof vest will cause severe chest pain if hit by a bullet.

If the caliber is a bit larger, you will still die even if you are wearing a bulletproof vest.

And the Iris armor can not only block bullets but even absorb the impact force.

Except for not having any offensive capabilities, this equipment is almost perfect.

And this is the source of Avelan's confidence in daring to fight Miss Luo Quan.

However, he underestimated the gap between himself and Miss Luo Quan.

After Miss Luo Quan learned that Avelan was wearing Joan of Arc's armor, she directly opened the Eight Gates, doubling her strength and speed, and threw another punch.

Avelan was knocked head over heels, but he was still all smiles after climbing back up.

Seeing this, Miss Luo Quan directly changed her tactics.

She charged up, pinned Avelan to the ground, and then freed one hand to strip the Joan of Arc armor off him.

If it were another expert, Miss Luo Quan certainly couldn't be so reckless.

Unfortunately, the gap in strength between the two was too large, so large that even with such top-tier equipment, Avelan still had no power to fight back.

Amidst the surprised gazes of the audience, Miss Luo Quan, like a rude and spicy Sun Erniang, directly stripped Avelan of his armor.

"Do you concede?" Miss Luo Quan held the armor in one hand and pressed Avelan's head with the other.

"Let me go!" Avelan probably never dreamed that one day he would be pinned to the ground and beaten by a woman.

The dignity of a noble was completely lost, and the sneers from the audience on the stage made him blush with shame.

"Concede and I'll let you go." Miss Luo Quan has always been a tough tomboy in the public's mind, so she had no psychological burden in maintaining her current image.

She could afford to wait.

"I concede, let me go!" Forced into a corner, Avelan could only humiliatingly say he conceded.

Miss Luo Quan let go, and Avelan immediately climbed up from the ground and quickly fled the arena, not even asking Miss Luo Quan for his precious armor.

"The winner of today's first match is... Luo... Quan!"

The host announced the result of the match with a super long tone, and the whole arena erupted in thunderous applause.

Miss Luo Quan raised her hand, welcoming the cheers of the audience.

Handheld fireworks exploded again, and the sky was covered with ribbons; these were all celebrations by Miss Luo Quan's fans for her.

Of course, this behavior would definitely affect the subsequent matches, so these fans who didn't follow the audience rules were quickly escorted out by security.

However, the security guards who expelled them were all beaming, because these guards were also Miss Luo Quan's fans.

The match ended, and Miss Luo Quan returned backstage to take off her bulletproof vest.

Joan of Arc's armor was in her hand, but Avelan's side hadn't sent anyone to retrieve it; was this a gift to her?

Although the stakes for this competition were these antiques.

But it had nothing to do with the contestants.

However, since no one came to ask for it, she would keep it for the time being.

If no one ever asks for it, she'll just keep it forever, hehe.

Joan of Arc's armor was like a vest, sleeveless, worn from top to bottom, extending the arms first and then the head.

The front of the armor was printed with many iris patterns, complex and exquisite, quite beautiful.

Additionally, Miss Luo Quan noticed that the chest of this armor was quite spacious and had two relatively obvious bulges, leaving very ample space inside.

At this moment, she remembered the rumors that although Saint Joan of Arc was born a farm girl, she was sturdy and average-looking.

But the scale of her chest was outrageous, outrageous enough to be recorded and praised in the history books of many countries; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the number one pair in Europe.

And as Joan of Arc's personal armor, it was understandable that the design was larger than ordinary armor.

It just happened to be convenient for her.

After all, her own scale wasn't small either; if she had just put on any random set of armor, she might have really felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.

But if it was Joan of Arc's, she probably wouldn't have such worries.

Miss Luo Quan tried wearing it and found it wasn't crowded at all, and there was even room to spare.

While satisfied, she was also muttering in her heart.

How magnificent must Joan of Arc have been to be able to wear this set of armor.

And Joan of Arc was only nineteen when she died, and she was already leading troops into battle at fourteen.

Converted to today, that would be a student who had just graduated from junior high school.

Miss Luo Quan imagined such a scene and felt that besides being absurd, she didn't know how to describe it.

Originally, she thought she was uniquely gifted, but she didn't expect someone to be even more fierce than her.

This is truly "there is always someone stronger than the strong, and a mountain higher than the mountain."

Smiling and sighing, Miss Luo Quan took off the armor and packed it into the bag originally used for the bulletproof vest.

As for the bulletproof vest, she carried it in her hand.

Returning home, Miss Luo Quan threw the spoils on the table: "Grandpa, look, I won the match today and even got a set of armor for free. That Avelan said this is Saint Joan of Arc's armor; I don't know if it's true."

Actually, Miss Luo Quan knew this was probably the real deal, but she had to pretend to be ignorant now.

"Avelan left the armor behind and just ran away; he didn't come to ask for it after the match ended, so I don't know if he gave it to me."

"Where would there be such a good thing?"

Charles chuckled: "That's because Avelan lost too miserably and forgot it in his dazed state.

Just wait, it won't be long before the Bonaparte family comes knocking."

As soon as he finished speaking, Butler Barry walked over: "Master, the eldest young master of the Bonaparte family is here to visit."

"What did I say?"

Charles looked at his granddaughter and then said to Butler Barry: "Invite him in."

After a while, a middle-aged man with a lean build and a small mustache on his face walked in.

"Adrian, it's been quite a while since you visited me." Charles greeted him with a smile.

"I've been busy with the Notre-Dame theft case lately and really couldn't get away." Adrian apologized.

"Miss Luo Quan, return the armor to Uncle Adrian."

Charles waved his hand: "Your son is really something, just leaving such a treasure behind like that. Fortunately, it was found by us; if it had been the Scots, it would probably be hard to get it back."

Adrian smiled awkwardly: "Avelan has strong self-esteem and was indeed hit hard by losing the match, so he forgot to take the armor. I have to thank niece Miss Luo Quan."

"You're welcome." Miss Luo Quan handed the Iris armor back to Adrian.

Although she was very reluctant, this was someone else's property after all, so it had to be returned.

However, just as the armor was handed to Adrian, it suddenly bloomed with a flash of light.

Subsequently, Adrian felt an unbearable heat radiating from the armor.

With his constitution, he had to throw the armor onto the ground in less than three seconds.

Fortunately, Miss Luo Quan was quick-eyed and nimble-handed, catching the armor with a "Sea Bottom Scoop."

"Uncle Adrian, what's wrong?" Miss Luo Quan asked suspiciously.

"Don't you feel it's hot?" Adrian frowned, his first reaction being that the grandfather and granddaughter had played some trick.

"It's not hot." Miss Luo Quan picked up the armor to examine it, feeling nothing wrong.

"Grandpa, come and touch it."

As a result, as soon as the armor was placed in the old man's hands, his expression changed: "So hot!"

Hearing this, Miss Luo Quan quickly lifted the armor.

"Strange thing..." Adrian put his hands on his hips, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Many treasures that have been around for a long time develop spiritual intelligence and choose their own masters.

Many people in the family had worn this armor before, but such a situation had never occurred.

Could it be that the Iris armor chose Miss Luo Quan as its master?

That won't do! This is a treasure of their Bonaparte family!

"Uncle Charles, could I trouble you to get me a box?" Adrian discussed with the old man.

"Barry." Charles called the butler's name, and the latter nodded immediately and went to the storage room.

A minute later, Butler Barry brought a black suitcase, made of titanium alloy, quite sturdy.

Adrian put the armor inside, closed the box, and said to the old man: "Then I'll be going now; I've really caused you trouble this time."

After speaking, he turned and walked away quickly, afraid that something else would happen if he left too slowly.

"It seems this armor is very reluctant to part with you." Charles laughed leisurely.

"Unfortunately, it doesn't belong to me." Miss Luo Quan also laughed, but somewhat helplessly.

"If you want it, I can trade with the Bonaparte family; Grandpa still has quite a few good things in his hands."

Charles looked at his granddaughter with kindness in his eyes.

At his age, he had long ceased to care about worldly possessions; by comparison, he cared more about his granddaughters and grandsons.

As long as they wanted something, he could have someone get it with just a word, even if the price paid was a bit higher, it didn't matter.

"No need, there's no great necessity." Miss Luo Quan refused quite decisively.

Although this Iris armor was quite good-looking and to her liking, the armor didn't have much use for her.

After all, her current body was equivalent to a high-level Iron Shirt, so wearing another piece of armor was completely meaningless.

Using Grandpa's antiques to trade for an unnecessary piece of defensive gear for herself was definitely not cost-effective, which is why Miss Luo Quan refused so quickly.

"Really don't want it?"

Charles continued to ask his granddaughter: "The family's resources in antiques are still quite abundant; trading for a piece of armor is not a big deal."

Miss Luo Quan shook her head with a smile: "Grandpa, there's really no need. Without armor, didn't I still pin Avelan, who had armor, to the ground and beat him?"

"That's true." Hearing this, Charles gave up.

However, soon, there was a turn of events.

A phone call came from the Bonaparte family.

They said the box containing the armor had suddenly exploded, and the armor was jumping around in the room; several people couldn't even hold it down!