Unrivaled Might The moment the possessor is attacked by an enemy, the condition for triggering the Unrivaled Might effect is met. A punch to Fang Senyan's chin, while it deals damage, will only lift his jaw perhaps two or three centimeters. A kick to the solar plexus won't make him retreat; even if a cannon shell lands at his feet, if his stagger resistance is low, he’ll be blasted away, but if his stagger resistance is high enough, he can simply remain standing in the crater!

When Fang Senyan saw the Unrivaled Might effect, it was like watching himself wielding his +13 Wester in hand, charging headlong into the enemy ranks like a veritable tank, utterly unstoppable! No one could possibly halt him!

For the current Fang Senyan, being surrounded was still a major source of dread. Once encircled, the sheer volume of concentrated attacks, much like a raging tempest against a fragile tree, would generate stacked effects capable of beating him to the ground and torturing him to death with various debuffs. But after activating Unrivaled Might, those numerous, dense attacks would resemble a furious storm battering a stone reef—they would only shatter and recede in defeat!

It was clear that the "Unrivaled Might" ability was an absolute must-have. Even though it consumed the equivalent attribute quota of two other traits, for Fang Senyan, this skill was the ultimate escort for both survival and slaughter.

Especially after having experienced the prelude to that bloody invitation battle, he felt even more keenly the vital importance of Unrivaled Might in large-scale group combat!

Although great waves of emotion stirred within Fang Senyan’s heart, not a single ripple showed on his face. Instead, he frowned as if deeply dissatisfied, his expression laced with disdain—precisely the look a wealthy man gives a beggar: annoyance, scorn, and a dash of helpless exasperation.

Just then, General Mongo returned. Seeing Fang Senyan, his expression was also filled with weariness, but before he could speak, he heard Fang Senyan strike first, rapping his knuckles on the table and demanding with feigned anger:

“I seriously have cause to doubt the sincerity of your cooperation! What in the blazes is this high-tier military rank and Blood-Infused gear? Mr. Mongo, I just received firsthand intelligence; the Blood-Infused weapon custom-made for Mr. Ronnie is far superior to anything you’ve offered, perhaps even surpassing it!”

Fang Senyan’s words were certainly false, but General Mongo had no way to verify the truth. The most shameless thing about Fang Senyan was that when he lied, it was virtually impossible for others to check his claims. []

More critically, comparing weapon stats to armor stats was inherently flawed; weapon attributes naturally carried certain advantages, and sometimes they were simply incomparable. It was like the difference between Crit Rate +1% and Evasion +1%. For someone focused on offense, the former was clearly better, but for an MT, Evasion might be preferred. It was fundamentally an inextricable muddle.

Mongo was completely unprepared for Fang Senyan’s confrontation. As he stood there, stunned, Fang Senyan was already rising, pressing his advantage with escalating fury:

“Yes, I still respect the dignity of the Royal Family, but the Royalty cannot simultaneously resort to robbery to plunder the wealth of its subjects! When the Emperor views his subjects as mere targets for extraction, then loyalty is nothing more than idle chatter. The terms you offer are vastly inferior to those offered by others!”

Mongo felt throbbing pain in his temples. Truthfully, he was determined to secure the Xian Element Strips Fang Senyan brought. It was akin to a newly hired employee striving desperately to land the first major deal personally assigned by the boss; a great opening success was one thing, but failing the task would leave an unforgettably poor first impression....

Watching Fang Senyan stand up, poised to leave, Mongo suddenly slammed the table and roared:

“Stop feeding me that crap! You can have the Blood-Infused Major General Armor. You also get the Imperial Purple Moon Medal, which reduces the required Merit Points for the next rank promotion by 60%. Furthermore, you get one priority selection for missions—for instance, you can skip missions that seem too dangerous, while gaining priority access to those with very high returns!”

“These three conditions are my absolute bottom line. I know you’re holding back; you must provide an additional ten Xian Element Strips. Dealing with this matter is forcing me to pull favors everywhere. If you refuse, you become our enemy from this moment on!”

Fang Senyan was ecstatic internally, but outwardly, he haggled and pretended to be reluctant for a long time before finally, and grudgingly, agreeing. However, after the exchange was complete, Fang Senyan secretly slipped Mongo an extra two Xian Element Strips as a private gesture to boost goodwill.

Fang Senyan’s ambitions were vast; the secrets held within the Big Ben Research Institute were beckoning him. But this kind of endeavor was clearly one where haste makes waste, so he could only plot his gradual progress through this intermediary, Mongo.

When the buxom female secretary watched the two men part ways, clapping each other on the shoulders with beaming smiles like old friends, she couldn't help but internally muse that men were truly unreliable creatures. Just minutes ago, these two were screaming at each other, seconds from drawing blades for a fight as if their fathers had been murdered and their wives stolen; yet now, they were smiling like brothers, patting shoulders, ready to swear eternal allegiance... Her final conclusion was never to trust a single sweet word from that bald man again; only the increasing digits in her bank account could be truly trusted!

After arranging all the necessary matters, Fang Senyan was left with only about ten Xian Element Strips. In fact, if he had discarded the various biological materials and blueprints collected from the Epros planet, he could have carried significantly more. But Fang Senyan’s nature was not to place all his eggs in one basket.

More importantly, given the current political climate of the Empire, selling the Xian Element Strips meant implicitly aligning himself with one faction. The chances of playing both sides effectively were slim.

This meant that the benefits Fang Senyan gained this time by selling 210 Xian Element Strips to Prince Pompalu's side might end up being roughly the same as if he had offered 420 strips, because neither side possessed an infinite capacity for reward!

Fang Senyan believed that the resources Prince Pompalu’s faction could offer to reward contractors might have already been squeezed dry by him. If Ronnie were to renege now and try to sell hundreds of Xian Element Strips to Prince Pompalu’s group, they might truly be left staring blankly with nothing to offer.

Next, Fang Senyan naturally waited. The reactor of the Little Eagle Forward Base had already been scrapped due to overloading, so everyone had relocated to the Sydney Forward Base, and from there they would fly to Alps Base Seven, where the prior commitments between the two parties would be honored.

However, Fang Senyan had already decided on the three main attributes for his Blood-Infused Major General Armor: Unrivaled Might, +30 to All Attributes, and Divine Punishment Aura. He had also thoroughly researched the upgrade method for the Divine Punishment Aura. It turned out that once the Blood-Infused Major General Armor was obtained, it was assumed to have been upgraded sequentially from the Blood-Infused Lieutenant Armor, totaling six promotion stages.

Fang Senyan could apply these six promotion upgrades to the armor core itself, which would result in a comprehensive six-stage enhancement to the armor's base attributes like Defense and Durability. Alternatively, he could apply these six promotion upgrades to enhance the Divine Punishment Aura to Lv6.

In short, he couldn't have both fish and bear’s paw; one side had to be forgone.

Because Fang Senyan had seen for himself that the Blood-Infused Major General Armor occupied 107% of the Big Ben Institute’s allocation quota. This meant he couldn't actually claim the armor right now, as even if the Big Ben Institute allocated its entire quota for this season to Fang Senyan, he still wouldn't secure the armor within this cycle.

Fortunately, Fang Senyan’s current military rank didn't meet the prerequisites for wearing the armor anyway, so he wasn't overly anxious. With the joint promise from the Nightmare Space and the Empire, he wasn't worried about anyone defaulting on the agreement. .RT

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