Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Young Gilas, Sandstorm King!

Chapter 120 Metal Sculpture? Lacking an Energy Core!
Lin Xia stood beside the mecha's enormous feet, making her appear exceptionally small.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze like the most precise probe, scanning inch by inch across the crimson armor surface of the mecha, checking whether the flow of soul power in every detail was smooth.

Upon hearing Silong's voice, he slowly turned his head, his face showing the fatigue of a long period of intense concentration, but deep within his dark golden eyes burned an inextinguishable flame of excitement belonging to a creator.

"Yes, senior brother, the main structure is complete."

Lin Xia's voice was calm, but she couldn't hide a hint of pride in it.

"Thankfully, the 'materials' we brought back from this trip were of high quality."

Lin Xia patted the cold ankle armor of the mecha beside her, which produced a dull metallic echo.

Silong was still reeling from the immense shock. He moved cautiously around the steel behemoth, each step taken with extreme care, as if afraid of waking the sleeping beast.

He looked up at the enormous, oppressive body, feeling the terrifying aura emanating from the dragon bones and the essence of the sun. A thought burst out of his mouth uncontrollably, his voice filled with incredulous inquiry.

"Good heavens... this... this huge thing... if it can move... what level of Soul Master can it fight? Soul Emperor? Soul Saint?"

He licked his slightly dry lips and tentatively voiced his even wilder guess.

"Surely... surely it can't possibly... be able to directly confront a Soul Douluo, right?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xia's lips curled into a confident smile, her eyes sharp as knives.

"Theoretically, given its material strength and the current rudimentary soul-guided weapon system, it should be able to withstand a full-force attack from an ordinary Soul Douluo for a period of time. If the energy core and drive issues are resolved, and it's operating at full power..."

Lin Xia paused, a stronger light flashing in her eyes.

"Smashing a Contra is not a pipe dream."

"Smash...smash Contra?"

Silong gasped, feeling as if his heart had been squeezed tightly again.

Contra!
Those are the strongest figures standing at the very top of the continent's pyramid!
This junior brother's iron lump actually has such potential?

The way he looked at Lin Xia was no longer just looking at a gifted junior brother, but more like looking at a miracle creator walking among mortals.

This shock was far more intense and direct than when I first learned that Lin Xia had become a Great Soul Master at the age of seven!
However, the burning light in Lin Xia's eyes was quickly covered by a layer of gloom.

He walked to the mech's massive back, where an extremely complex interface groove was reserved, which was the mech's most crucial and fatal weakness—the energy core compartment.

"but."

Lin Xia's voice lowered, carrying a heavy sense of failure and an undisguised frustration.

"Right now it's just an empty shell. The most crucial energy core and the 'soul power resonance matrix' that establishes a stable and efficient connection with my own soul power are stuck."

Lin Xia raised her hand, gathering a wisp of pure soul power at her fingertips, and carefully probed the interface groove.

The inside of the groove was filled with a dense network of soul-guiding circuits that shimmered with a faint light.

However, just as Lin Xia's soul power was about to be injected—

hum!
Deep within the groove, a palm-sized, repeatedly tempered, silver-white dragon bone fragment, serving as the core base, suddenly emitted a dazzling white light!

A violent, arrogant, and destructive energy originating from the ancient divine dragon race erupted like a ferocious beast awakened!
The violent dragon's might energy surged out instantly, not only tearing the wisp of soul power that Lin Xia had injected to shreds, but also forming an invisible shockwave that slammed into Lin Xia's chest!
"Ugh!" Lin Xia groaned, her body staggering back two steps uncontrollably, her face turning slightly pale.

He forcefully suppressed his surging blood and qi, his eyes filled with extreme solemnity.

"No."

Lin Xia shook her arm, which was still numb from the shock, her tone filled with frustration.

"The power contained in the dragon bone is too high and too violent. My soul power is not able to effectively guide and restrain it. If I force it, I will be the first one to be torn apart by the backlash."

His gaze shifted to another piece of reddish-gold crystal on the workbench, about the size of a fist, which was restrained by a special force field and emitted terrifying high temperature and dazzling light—the essence of the sun.

"The solar essence contains boundless and abundant yang energy, and its quality is also quite high,"

Lin Xia pointed at the ball of light that resembled a miniature sun, her brows furrowed.

"But its energy is far too extreme and scorching, making it even harder to tame than the power of the dragon bone. The existing soul guidance circuit materials and conversion structures are simply unable to withstand the terrifying heat it releases instantly. Forcing it in will only lead to one outcome—"

Lin Xia made an explosion gesture.

"Bang! We're all finished."

Looking at Lin Xia's frustrated expression, and then at the energy interface that seemed ready to devour anyone, Si Long's shock was instantly replaced by intense worry.

He stepped forward hastily, unconsciously wiping his hands on his oil-stained apron as if that would erase the problem before him.

"Junior brother! Is there anything I can do? What materials do you need? Just tell me! Even if I have to search the entire Gengjin City and tear down the association's warehouse, I'll get them for you!"

Lin Xia rubbed her temples wearily, her eyes flickering with uncertainty before finally settling into a deep sense of helplessness.

Lin Xia slowly shook her head, her voice carrying an almost powerless weariness.

"Senior brother, it's not that simple. This isn't a problem that can be solved with ordinary materials. We need a core carrier that can simultaneously meet several almost impossible conditions."

"It must possess terrifying capacity, extraordinary stability and resilience, capable of withstanding both the violent impact of dragon bone energy and the extreme burning of the sun's essence. It also needs perfect soul power affinity and malleability, able to establish a deep resonance with my soul power as if it were an extension of my own arm... Something like that..."

Lin Xia let out a long breath, as if to release all the pent-up emotions in her chest, and shook her head.

"Don't even mention the blacksmiths' guild's warehouse, I don't know where to find it even if I searched through all the legends of the Douluo Continent. Perhaps... it doesn't even exist."

Looking at the crimson mech that had taken countless hours of effort and gathered god-level materials to create, now resembling an unusable steel tomb, Lin Xia felt an immense sense of defeat, like a cold tide, almost drowning him.

Could it be that the treasures obtained from the Dragon Tomb adventure and his vision that transcends time will ultimately be lost because of a small "battery"?
Looking at the deep disappointment in Lin Xia's eyes and hearing the helplessness in his words, Si Long opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say a single word of comfort.

A profound sense of regret also choked him, like a hard fishbone.

Such an amazing and incredible creation has been reduced to a lifeless metal sculpture.

This is even more unacceptable than never having been created at all!

He looked at the mecha's cold, massive head, as if he could see the resentment emanating from its silent "gaze".

(End of this chapter)