Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2816: 1544: Astonishment and Doubt

Observing the cautious expressions displayed by Bruce and Rax, Leo Ray maintained a faint smile. He lifted an eyebrow slightly and remarked, “You wouldn't have more than ten, would you?”

During their recent competition, Leo Ray had carefully studied them. While Hollis was equipped with shining sixth-order gear, Bruce and Rax possessed weapons and armor of the same rank that appeared weathered and clearly lacked proper maintenance.

It was hardly surprising; although the Half-Titan race was a formidable second-tier power possessing hundreds of sixth-order experts across various disciplines, the peak powers monopolized the most advanced sixth-order forging and magic craftsmanship. Consequently, the Half-Titans struggled to produce or maintain their equipment, leading to the state of decay he had observed.

Even third-class forces, such as the Wood Fairies, were incapable of mastering fifth-tier magic craftsmanship, illustrating how rare such technical expertise truly was.

For this reason, the inventory of sixth-order equipment held by a second-tier power like the Half-Titan was undoubtedly quite limited.

Nevertheless, they still held an advantage over others like Loris and Sina; for those in third-class forces, sixth-order equipment remained a completely unattainable dream.

“Hehe, truly worthy of the Emperor of the Humans.”

Seeing an opportunity to chime in, Administrator I joined the discussion, affirming, “Based on my intelligence regarding the Half-Titan, they currently possess only eight pieces of sixth-order equipment—no, wait, perhaps just eight in total.”

Hearing this, Bruce and Rax exchanged a look of helpless resignation, both remaining silent.

The statement was accurate; the Half-Titan race really did only have eight functional pieces, as others had been relegated to storage due to severe damage. They could only wait for a wandering sixth-order blacksmith or magic craft master to visit or be enticed to the Shadow Market, a process that demanded exorbitant fees.

High-tier wandering masters were exceedingly rare, often emerging from peak forces, and even if one appeared once a century, their ability to repair the oversized, specialized gear used by the Half-Titans was never guaranteed.

“Your Majesty of the Humans, that is the unfortunate reality.”

Hollis offered Leo Ray an awkward smile and then inquired with confusion, “You mentioned previously that you were willing to offer support, but why the sudden focus on sixth-order equipment? What do you mean by this?”

As Hollis finished, Bruce and Rax also turned their gaze toward him, clearly unable to connect the two topics.

“Aren’t they the same issue?”

Leo Ray raised his eyebrow again, responding, “To be blunt, I happen to have some spare sixth-order equipment on hand. Since we are allies, offering some to you wouldn’t be out of the question.”

Since the battle at Observation City, Leo Ray had secured not only unique Divine Stone Weapons but also a significant cache of standard sixth-order equipment, further bolstering his already overflowing reserves.

Crucially, Observation City had also held stockpiles from other giant factions. Although these races differed from the Half-Titans and Stone Giants, their physical builds were similar enough that the weaponry could be utilized—a fact that fueled Leo Ray’s confidence.

As soon as he spoke, the eyes of Hollis and his two companions ignited, while Loris, Sina, and old Gary looked on with intense longing.

The appeal of sixth-order divine weapons was immense; after all, Loris and Sina had arrived specifically hoping to secure even a single piece.

“Your Majesty of the Humans, may I inquire how many pieces of sixth-order equipment you are willing to provide to the Half-Titan?”

Struggling to contain his excitement, Bruce asked tentatively, his face betraying a deep sense of yearning.

Acquiring additional sixth-order weaponry could prove decisive in suppressing their ancient rivals, the Stone Giants.

Hollis and Rax watched Leo Ray with bated breath, particularly Hollis, who found himself swallowing nervously. During their duel, he had witnessed the extraordinary power of Leo Ray’s longsword, which far surpassed standard sixth-order artifacts.

He was left wondering: how deep did the foundation of this young Human Emperor truly go? Could he provide one more, two, perhaps even five? Surely, he couldn't possess more than the ten items the Half-Titans struggled so long to gather?

“I don’t have much to spare, just about this much.”

Leo Ray held up a single finger, signifying “one hundred.”

“Your Majesty of the Humans, does that mean one piece?”

Bruce blurted out instantly, but Leo Ray simply smiled and shook his head.

Seeing the negative gesture, the three Half-Titans gasped.

If it wasn't one, Hollis’s eyes widened significantly—could it really be one hundred? Such a number would dwarf the combined arsenal compiled by generations of Half-Titan experts, who had spent decades mining ore and battling dangerous Demon Beasts, often at the cost of countless lives.