As the county magistrate spoke, the armory rang with the clanging of metal weapons and armor colliding. A figure emerged from within.
Meng Qingshan wore a suit of scarlet Xuan Tie armor. It hugged his powerful frame, while five Short Spears gleaming with cold light stood upright on his back, radiating a chilling, solemn killing intent.
He held the Dark Iron Water-Fire Cudgel in one hand and strode slowly out of the darkness. The skirt armor at his waist swayed lightly with each step, adding to his imposing presence.
This armor was the standard issue for the Great Sheng Elite Cavalry, and it was known as the Five-Clawed Flood Dragon Armor.
There was only one suit in the armory. It had been donated after a retired general returned to his hometown and passed away.
Meng Qingshan had taken a lap around the armory, spotted the armor at once, and put it on without hesitation.
Among the fifty elite soldiers, a middle-aged man who looked like a commander saw Meng Qingshan wearing the armor, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
This Five-Clawed Flood Dragon Armor had been worn by the man's grandfather while he was alive. He wondered to himself what skills Meng Qingshan possessed that he dared presume to wear this armor.
Even he himself had never been worthy of his grandfather's approval or of inheriting the Five-Clawed Flood Dragon Armor.
And now, the armor had fallen into the hands of a youth who was barely twenty. He found it hard to accept.
The middle-aged commander watched Meng Qingshan coldly.
Tonight, the incompetent county magistrate had urgently summoned the troops and planned to attack Black Wind Stronghold, an act as futile as throwing an egg against a rock. That had already displeased him.
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