Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong are flying rapidly in the sky, chasing each other.
"Faster, faster!" Sun Lingtong shouted loudly, but even pushing Iron Han Armor to its limit, he still couldn't shake off Ning Zhuo.
After all, both mechanical battle armors were made by the same person, using the same design and materials, naturally their performance is similar.
Sun Lingtong's eyes shifted: "Little Zhuo, Iron Han Armor should be able to go faster, right?"
Sun Lingtong spoke with certainty.
He also studied the Technique Classics left by Ning Zhuo's mother and has considerable expertise in Mechanics.
"Yes." Ning Zhuo always spoke frankly with Sun Lingtong, "Iron Han Armor, being armor worn on our body, has safety limits set by me. Within these limits, no matter how it's used, it's very stable."
"But beyond the safety line, it bears unmanageable risks."
Sun Lingtong anxiously said, "Don't say anymore, quickly, Little Zhuo, tell me how to break the limit."
