Chapter 1190

"Is this the end?"

Watching the arena match situation in the magic projection, the Young Master seemed to be asking Lin Cheng in the projection as well.

Fan Qinghai felt that Lin Cheng should stop here. The heavy-sword fighter's suppressive advantage over him was simply too great, and the mechanical servants he took such pride in had also become scrap iron one after another.

But just at this moment, an unexpected change suddenly rose on the arena.

Surprise flashed once more in the Young Master's eyes. After previously being astonished by Lin Cheng's forging skill, he was astonished by him once again.

Only this time, what astonished him was a suit of armor!

Lin Cheng, using some unknown secret art, directly summoned a suit of pitch-black armor from the void. It fit him perfectly, wrapping him into a black-armored warrior. Even the long sword in his hand, under the armor's augmentation, transformed from a long sword into a black odachi.

This sudden change that occurred within a single second shocked the entire venue.

"Unbelievable! What secret art is this exactly?"

Fan Qinghai was also very surprised that Lin Cheng actually had such a method. But he was a descendant of a master craftsman forging family, so this suddenly summoned suit of armor was hard not to associate with his forger family. Added to that, there indeed existed such an ancient legend.

"It is said that in ancient times, after the Hundred Races War, human forgers took pride in forging divine artifacts whose power rivaled the gods. For this, some master craftsmen did not hesitate to invest what could be called a sea-like amount of manpower and resources, all for the sake of forging divine artifacts whose power rivaled the gods."

"The descendants of master craftsmen who once successfully forged divine artifacts may now be able to borrow, through bloodline ability, part of the power of those divine artifacts, for example, the one before our eyes…."

Fan Qinghai's words were not finished before they were interrupted by the Young Master.

"If that's the case, then this Lin Cheng is a descendant of a divine craftsman?"

"Very likely. According to current intelligence, although the Tut family that Lin Cheng belongs to has already declined within the empire, their origins trace back to the little-known divine Vulcan. The history of the divine craftsman Vulcan on the continent is even longer than the empire's history. On the continent there are often some swindlers who claim to be descendants of the divine craftsman Vulcan, but the only suspected descendant is Lin Cheng alone!"

"How do you know all this information?" The Young Master frowned. Even she did not know this information, so how did Fan Qinghai know?

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"What the Young Master does not know is that the intelligence department not long ago just publicly updated an important talent roster to all departments of the empire, granting special privileges, and Lin Cheng is among them. It is said it was personally approved by Your Majesty. There is also a piece of bad news: the retrieval of detailed information on Lin Cheng has been refused by the intelligence department at your identity level, Young Master."

"What!" The Young Master angrily slapped the precious tabletop, yet felt it required some caution. Lin Cheng's information had clearly still been under review this morning, yet by evening it was already refused.

With her identity level as Princess Yong'an, she actually could not retrieve it. Then wouldn't Lin Cheng's information only be viewable by the Emperor himself?

Speaking of this matter, one has to start from Lord Xuan Wuji's personal audience with the Emperor earlier this afternoon. It is said that Lord Xuan Wuji and Your Majesty held a secret meeting in the study for nearly an hour, after which Your Majesty added Lin Cheng's name to this year's important talent roster and had the intelligence department update Lin Cheng's background information.

Thus, a few hours later, Princess Yong'an ran into this very situation, with the retrieved information refused by the intelligence department on the grounds of insufficient clearance.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill him! Tear his flesh and blood apart, and sacrifice it to me."

"I will grant you even greater power!"

"Shut up!"

"You are a weakling. Your heart craves power. You simply cannot escape me, hehehe. Submitting to me is your only choice!

Otherwise, you too will become my sacrifice!"

"Shut up!"

On the arena, Lin Cheng roared in fury, suddenly opening his crimson eyes.

His whole body wrapped in pitch-black full-body armor, the blood-colored light revealed in his gaze was a direct craving for slaughter and fresh blood. Perish.