Ding ding ding ding...
Sparks flew from Chen Fei's head as he felt utterly despondent, choosing to simply lie down and give up.
It was supposed to be that others were his sparring partners, yet in the end, he became someone else's.
Had someone gotten the script wrong?!
Or had he wandered into the wrong training hall?
The "Unlimited Ripping Slash" of Mauri Little Sister's dual short and long blades rained down on him in a storm. This time she didn't use Battle Qi, instead striking continuously with just the blades themselves.
Her sword technique was exhilarating, bringing a sense of extreme satisfaction as she let out a series of shrill cries.
Due to the diversity of supernatural powers, there are still many differences in abilities even among Metal Ability Users like Chen Fei. The "True Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Shirt" which rendered him immune to blade strikes was relatively rare.
He could easily withstand even light weapons, so ordinary blades were, even more, an object of indifference to him.
"Ya ya ya ya ya ya..."
Not a single hair on Chen Fei's head was harmed, though his head did hurt a bit. He really felt like slapping her.
This time he truly could have, but... he couldn't reach her!
Wind-Type Battle Profession Users were naturally agile and swift, able to advance and retreat like the wind. Moreover, being at the Eighth Rank, she was too slippery. Chen Fei could run all over the field and still not catch her.
Habulav, the tall man dedicated to the practice of closed-eye zen, had conducted interviews with about a dozen Ability Users who had come to report. Nearly a third were rejected on the spot.
Those who didn't pass the interview had no choice but to leave Habulav on the next airship, returning from whence they came. Military contractors may have only a few treasures among the vast seas, but not all could be captured in one fell swoop.
The Ability Users who were successful in staying had guessed some of the interview criteria. Lone Rangers with only one ability definitely couldn't pass; the key to passing lied in being able to combine one's abilities with those of others.
Chen Fei's ability was quite unique, but he was kept because his attack power was exceptionally sharp.
Of course, Pure Light Sparrow Xiao Jiu scored him a lot of extra points; she could attack, defend, and heal, even acting as a makeshift mechanic bird on the occasion, possessing a craft for laser welding inherited from her family.
Having such a multi-purpose Little Bird around, they naturally wouldn't begrudge a couple of bags of feed.
Chen Fei endured a whole afternoon of heavy pounding until Habulav, the big, dark fellow, brought over a man clanking in Armor Pieces, looking for him.
"Joshua, Chen Fei, I need some of your time."
The voice of Habulav brought the beatdown by the seven or eight Constructed Puppet Armored Warriors to an abrupt halt.
Joshua, an A-grade Psychic Ability User, lowered the finger he had pointed at his forehead. The Constructed Puppet Armored Warriors uniformly stepped back to one side, standing tall and straight in a line, their eerie red eyes quickly dimming.
"Habulav, another newbie's arrived!"
"Yes! Someone truly suitable to instruct Chen Fei."
Habulav nodded his head.
Chen Fei, who had been taking hits, stood up, twisted his neck, and started limbering up his limbs.
The "True Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Shirt" wasn't just for show. Despite the saturated beating, they hadn't managed to harm him at all. Aside from appearing a bit disheveled, he was completely unharmed.
Moreover, the quality of the training suit issued to him was surprisingly sturdy, even able to resist edged weapon cuts. After several days, it still didn't have a single tear and remained as neat as new. No matter how dirty it got, a rinse with water cleaned it right up, suggesting it was made of special materials.
Chen Fei's gaze fell upon the person who came with the big, dark fellow, Habulav. An indescribable sharpness emanated from him, like a ready blade poised to cut through anything.
In a calm tone, Habulav introduced, "Chen Fei, this is your new mentor, Mr. Kiterley, an A-grade Metal Ability User."
A-grade Ability Users, just below the strategic-level S-grade pillars of nations, typically only obeyed sovereign administrative orders. Very few A-grade Ability Users scattered among the public.
As supported by the sovereignties of the world, the Global United Defense Committee could effortlessly mobilize so many A-grade and higher Ability Users, even including High-Rank Magical Beasts that settled on Blue Star.
For private enterprises or organizations, such a feat was absolutely impossible.
"A B-grade Metal Ability User!"
The dark-haired man in armor examined Chen Fei thoroughly, evidently already informed somewhat about him.
Chen Fei assessed the man in return.
"Try this, follow me."
The A-grade Metal Ability User tore off a piece of his armor, tossing it to Chen Fei with a casual flick.
Chen Fei hurriedly caught it, but it felt surprisingly heavy in his hands, prompting surprise.
Although just the size of a fist, it felt incredibly heavy, perhaps weighing around a hundred pounds.
The piece of armor that Kiterley had lost from his suit swiftly regrew like a sprouting seed, quickly replacing the missing part seamlessly, as though it had never been torn off.
Wow, chives! Chen Fei thought to himself.
A broad sword five feet in length appeared in the right hand of Kiterley, the A-grade Metal Ability User, emitting a sonorous hum. He looked at Chen Fei and instructed, "Do the same!"
"Oh! All right, sure!"
The small piece of armor in Chen Fei's hand rapidly transformed, taking the shape of a broad sword similar in size to that in his mentor's hand.
Perhaps off by a centimeter or two— unavoidable because it hadn't been recorded in the "Physical Evolution Database," so replicating it perfectly wasn't possible.