Ultra: Dragon Sword Journey

As the light emitted by the red gem completely absorbed into his body, Xincheng woke up as if from a dream and slowly raised his left hand.

The symbol of the Leo constellation was like a bright star in the night sky, shining with mysterious light on the back of his hand, and then it turned into a constellation compass wrist transformer.

After a rapid rotation, it stopped gracefully like a nimble top.

"Dress!" Xincheng's expression was as firm as a rock. He slowly raised his left hand, and the unique wrist transformer in his fist circled in the air, emitting a dazzling flame.

This light was like a lively elf, dancing and flickering in the night sky, gleaming brightly. At the same time, his right palm rushed forward like a gust of wind, colliding precisely with the spinning transformer.

Instantly, a force as powerful as a volcanic eruption erupted, blazing flames like surging waves, spreading in all directions with endless energy. The flames burned fiercely, like a group of raging fire dragons, raging in all directions with bared fangs and claws.

Bathed in the towering flames, Xincheng stood tall and straight like a pine tree, like a god of war descending to earth. The flames entwined his body like silk threads, as if performing a sacred and solemn baptism for him.

As the flames surged, a majestic Lion Saisha armor gradually took shape on his body. Golden lines flowed across the armor like living blood, imbuing it with the rhythm of life.

The solid armor tightly fits Xincheng's body, like a fortress made of steel, showcasing an unparalleled sense of strength. The sharp shape of the helmet, like the fangs of a lion, flashes with a cold light, making people shudder.

After finishing his attire, Xin Cheng exuded a powerful aura, like an unshakable mountain. He clenched his fists, and the armor on his body seemed to echo his fighting spirit, trembling slightly and emitting a low hum.

"Lion Saisha!" Xincheng shouted those four words loudly, his voice like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth. At the same time, he struck a classic fighting pose like a statue, majestic and imposing.

Zhao Ming looked at Xin Cheng, who had finished getting dressed not far away, with a beaming smile on his face, like a flower in full bloom in spring. He asked excitedly, "How does it feel to have gotten what you wanted?"

Shinjo grinned and said, "It feels great, like my whole body is filled with endless energy."

After saying that, he moved his body, and the armor made a slight metallic friction sound, just like the beating of a war drum, exciting people's hearts.

Zhao Ming stepped forward and examined Xincheng's armor carefully like a connoisseur. He sighed in admiration as he looked, "What a magnificent Lion Saisha armor! It's truly majestic, reminiscent of a beast king. But don't just show off; you should familiarize yourself with its performance as quickly as possible."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Xincheng patted his chest and laughed.

Zhao Ming said with a smile: "With you and Liang, the three of us can work together to summon the Super Star God of the Fire Race!"

Although he is the designer of the armor system and has the authority of the overall backend, and can release the attributes and skills of all races at will like the Exterminator Boskit, and drive the Super Star God, he always feels that there is a lack of a solemn sense of ceremony.

"Super Star God, are they those giant robots you showed us before?" Xincheng couldn't hide his excitement and asked impatiently.

Zhao Ming nodded lightly, "Exactly. I have successfully manufactured those giant robots."

"I can't contain my excitement any more. I really want to try the feeling of driving the Super Star God to compete with the monsters. Haha... Jujing, I finally surpassed you this time!" Xincheng shouted triumphantly.

Zhao Ming paused for a moment and said, "Jujing doesn't have time to care about you right now. He's living a very happy life. Qianhe gave birth to a son and a daughter for him. It's a perfect match. I'm afraid his children will soon be old enough to help with cooking!"

"Hate it, can you please not bring this up!" When Xincheng heard this topic, he instantly became like an eggplant ravaged by frost and completely wilted. It was his good friend and confidant Jujing who had walked ahead of him so easily.

Zhao Ming glared at him. "A few days ago, I ran into your lovely sister Mayumi, and she asked me to tell her about this. Do you think I'm the kind of person who talks too much?"

"It's hard to say..." Xincheng's strength doubled after putting on the Saisha armor. He was eager to try, so he wanted to compete with Zhao Ming.

"How can you cultivate... the Flame Fist!" Zhao Ming roared, his eyes burning with rage, like two blazing fireballs. His hands danced rapidly, and the energy in the air, as if drawn by invisible threads, frantically gathered towards his palms.

In the blink of an eye, a ball of blazing, intensely hot energy condensed between his palms. The energy ball tumbled and tumbled, crackling, and the surrounding air distorted by the intense heat before it barreled towards Xincheng.

At this time, Xincheng was wearing Saisha armor, but facing the fierce attack, he did not dare to take it lightly and quickly took a defensive posture.

However, Zhao Ming's flaming fist, which contained great power, was too fast and powerful, and it instantly broke through the defense of the Saisha armor.

With a loud bang, the flaming energy ball struck Xincheng hard. The powerful impact was like a huge wave that swept across the sea, knocking Xincheng flying.

In the air, Xincheng's body rolled uncontrollably, and the light on the Saisha armor dimmed instantly. With a puff of smoke, Xincheng fell heavily to the ground. The light of the Saisha armor dissipated, and he turned back into human form.

Xincheng lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently, his eyes full of shock and unwillingness. He didn't expect that Zhao Ming, in human form, could have such a powerful attack and then he fainted.

"Don't move!" Zhao Ming shouted, waving his arms like flags swaying in the wind.

Fudoken was very servile and quickly stepped forward, "Sir, how can I help you?"

"Send the Xincheng team member to the medical center and report him for duty-injured pension. You write the report and I'll approve it!" Zhao Ming gave orders in an orderly manner, like a general in command.

"Understood!" Ken Budong saluted Zhao Ming with a standard military salute, then found a wheelchair and sent Xincheng to the TPC medical center.

The atmosphere at TPC Medical Center was bustling yet subtle, like a silent symphony. Mayumi gazed at Shinjo, who had been pushed in by Ken Fudo, a subtle cunning glint in her eyes, like a playful little fox.

She quickly picked up the medical equipment and prepared to give Shinjo an injection and IV. Shinjo slowly woke up and lay helplessly on the bed. Before he could say anything, Mayumi came close with the needle.

She pretended to be serious, but her hands were dancing a funny dance, gesturing all over Shinjo's arm. The first shot went in slightly off target, and Shinjo frowned in pain, "Ouch! Mayumi, could you be more accurate?"

Mayumi tried hard to suppress her smile, like a flower in bud about to bloom, "I'm sorry, I didn't find it right the first time." But then, she was like a naughty child, and gave Shinjo several more injections. Every injection made Shinjo grimace, as if he was being bitten by millions of ants.

Shinjo protested with a helpless smile: "Mayumi, you are deliberately taking revenge on me!"

Mayumi finally couldn't help herself and laughed like a silver bell, "Who told you to always show off in front of me before? And you ignored me when I asked you questions."

Xincheng sighed helplessly, "So you and that guy Zhao Ming are colluding with each other to deliberately mess with me. I'm a wounded soldier now, can't you show some mercy?"

"Don't move, or I'll have to do it again!" After Mayumi's "trouble", the injection was finally successfully inserted and the infusion began.

Shinjo watched Mayumi finish her work, feeling both angry and amused. Mayumi, beaming like a flower in spring, urged him to get some rest. The little incident had been like a gentle breeze, dispelling the gloom in the tense medical center and bringing a touch of relaxation.