Black and white, an armor with dual textures of plastic and metal wrapped around Feng Xue's body, followed by a gel-like substance that twined around the rustic armor. Suddenly, a phantom orca leapt out from a beaker and then fiercely smashed onto Feng Xue's body.
Beaker, gel, metal support—all shattered at that moment, replaced by a Masked Rider donning a semi-transparent armor with wave patterns, dorsal fins, and stripes.
"POOOOOOWER!"
"KILLER WHALE IN WEIGHT-D? The power of the Orca–Deep Sea Heavy Pressure form?" Feng Xue clenched his fist abruptly, producing a crisp sound. It wasn't the light crackling of bone friction but the boom of air compressed and ignited in the palm of his hand in an instant.
Wearing this suit of armor didn't feel cumbersome at all. To Feng Xue, it felt like he was wearing a slightly thick garment, and in his field of vision, a virtual screen constantly flashed various pieces of information—
