CHAPTER 370: CHAPTER 370: GIVE IT A TRY

Lu Zheng didn’t need to custom order; Zhao Wenyu’s factory already had a set of Fish Scale Armor that he had specially crafted for himself.

As it happens, Zhao Wenyu and Lu Zheng are about the same height.

But ever since the armor was finished, Zhao Wenyu has only worn it once and then put it aside.

For no other reason than it’s too heavy.

At the time, Zhao Wenyu used top-grade steel for authenticity, real materials, true weight—no deception.

The protection is certainly enough, but wearing it for even a few steps leaves you breathless, let alone fighting in armor.

This will truly cost you your life.

Keep in mind, full armor combat athletes usually wear armor weighing between fifteen and twenty kilograms.

So after lunch, Lu Zheng came to Divine Weapon Artifacts Co., Ltd. again at Zhao Wenyu’s invitation.

...

"It’s a perfect fit!"

Zhao Wenyu gave a thumbs up, and Du Lin was also astonished.

Lu Zheng’s physique fully supported the Fish Scale Armor; with the Phoenix Wing Helmet and Lion-faced Armor, and holding the Bright Silver Coiling Dragon Spear, he looked every bit like an ancient military general.

The armor weighed forty kilograms, and the spear weighed twenty-five kilograms.

With nearly one hundred and thirty pounds on him, Lu Zheng seemed unaware of the weight.

"Brother Lu! Awesome!"

Zhao Wenyu had seen Lu Zheng wield the Pure Steel Leveling Rod using Shaolin Staff Technique, but Du Lin had never witnessed Lu Zheng’s skills.

"With armor this heavy, how long can you keep moving?" Du Lin asked.

Zhao Wenyu chimed in, "One hour, no problem!"

"That strong?" Du Lin was quite surprised.

Lu Zheng smiled without replying.

Right then, Zhao Wenyu received a call on his phone.

"Hello?"

"Alright! When?"

"Now? Perfect, I’m at the company right now, just come over."

"There are plenty of armors in the company, see if there’s something suitable, if not I’ll custom make one, it’s no trouble."

"There are weapons too, I create extra for collection when I find good ones, let them come pick, if there’s nothing suitable, it can be custom made."

"Alright, see you!"

Zhao Wenyu hung up, "A friend said they’ve invited a master to try out weapons and armor with me."

"Who?" Du Lin asked.

"Duan Xiaolong," Zhao Wenyu replied.

Du Lin scoffed, "What kind of master could he have found? Lucky if he’s not fooled."

Zhao Wenyu laughed at this too, "He said this time he went to Ji Province, found a master practicing Chuan Wu, we’ll know when we meet him later."

"Brother Lu, are you busy, if not, want to wait?"

"Not busy." Lu Zheng took off the helmet and started removing the armor.

Though wearing it isn’t really a problem, but in modern times rather than ancient war periods, there’s no need to wear it constantly.

...

Zhao Wenyu led Lu Zheng and Du Lin to the office for tea, chatting and waiting.

Less than half an hour passed before the person arrived.

Seeing the comer, Zhao Wenyu and Du Lin were both shocked.

The thirty-something young man in the front seemed typical enough; besides dressing well and looking spirited, clearly a rich second generation—nothing special.

The one following behind was different.

Standing at 1.9 meters tall with imposing stature, his muscles stretched and pressed against his large short sleeves, giving an impression of overwhelming strength.

"No wonder they’re coming to test armor, I might really not have suitable armor for him," Zhao Wenyu murmured.

"Wenyu, Brother Du." The leading young man greeted.

After introductions, Lu Zheng learned the young man was Duan Xiaolong, while the big guy he invited was the master, Zhang Tiexia.

Family-trained martial arts and military experience, just retired last year.

"Top ten in the whole army competition!" Duan Xiaolong raised a thumb.

"Wow, only top ten?" Du Lin expressed surprise, given how tank-like Zhang Tiexia looked.

Zhang Tiexia rubbed his head and smiled modestly, "Many experts in the military."

Duan Xiaolong asked Zhao Wenyu, "The competition is starting in ten days, have you found anyone?"

Zhao Wenyu blinked and looked at Lu Zheng.

Duan Xiaolong also blinked, "Isn’t he your guest?"

"Brother Lu is interested and wants to give it a try," Zhao Wenyu chuckled.

Duan Xiaolong nodded, "Team match?"

"Singles match," Zhao Wenyu said.

"What? You’re joking, right? The Japanese are well prepared this time; you’d just be sending him to get beaten up proudly?"

Duan Xiaolong exaggerated, then turned to Lu Zheng, "I’ll be frank, I know you want to compete, but..."

"Why stress, there are others too, the singles match has five categories, everyone has to compete internally first," Zhao Wenyu interrupted Duan Xiaolong.

"Oh hey, that’s right, I nearly forgot in my rush!" Duan Xiaolong blinked again.

Lu Zheng, "..."

"Brother Lu, don’t mind him, this guy’s a bit scattered, but he means no harm," Zhao Wenyu said.

Lu Zheng chuckled.

Most people aren’t bad, but everyone has their flaws.

This Duan Xiaolong is a typical rich second generation, treating equals or capable folks well, but towards ordinary people, his superiority shows, and he doesn’t care about saving face for others.

Seeing Lu Zheng silent, Zhao Wenyu shifted the mood, "Let’s head to the collection room, I remember we have a Song Dynasty Infantry Armor, maybe Brother Zhang can wear it."

They returned to the collection room, almost a small warehouse, filled with weapon and armor racks to store various long and short weapons and armors.

Zhao Wenyu asked, "Brother Zhang, which events are you preparing for?"

Zhang Tiexia said, "Long weapons, sword and shield, comprehensive combat."

"How about you, Brother Lu?"

Lu Zheng thought a moment, "Long weapons, short weapons, comprehensive combat."

"Comprehensive combat?" Duan Xiaolong couldn’t help but speak, "Bro, if you compete in point-marking long weapons or shielded sword events, fine, but comprehensive combat, isn’t that a joke?"

"Xiaolong!" Zhao Wenyu interrupted, "Brother Lu is my friend!"

"Sure, your friend isn’t mine...fine, fine, I won’t say more." Duan Xiaolong pouted, seeing Lu Zheng ignoring him, feeling displeased, he then suggested, "You both want to compete in comprehensive combat, just right with Wenyu’s equipment complete here, why not try out?"

Zhang Tiexia rubbed his head, having no objections, and looked at Lu Zheng.

Honestly, he couldn’t gauge Lu Zheng’s prowess; though there was some muscle, his fair skin didn’t resemble a combat enthusiast.

Yet his calm demeanor made him not seem unaware; noticing the broadness of his physique, where’s the confidence to compete in comprehensive combat coming from?

Lu Zheng looked at Zhang Tiexia, then Duan Xiaolong, then the eager Zhao Wenyu and the slightly worried Du Lin.

"Sure, let’s give it a try."

Lu Zheng could tell Zhang Tiexia was indeed an expert, given that...

"Just fine, let’s spar with Brother Zhang, and if others can’t defeat him, don’t think of taking my spot, right?"

"Right, no problem!" Duan Xiaolong nodded continuously, then said to Zhang Tiexia, "Did you hear? He intends to beat you, then make you the gatekeeper."

Zhang Tiexia nodded, now intrigued.

Facing someone confident despite their differing sizes, unless it’s foolishness, it’s true skill.