《Tales Of The Undefeated Legend》Chapter 7 : armour of death
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Nah, I won't use this armour. When we all gonna departure to the battlefield? Ask Feng Xiong. We all will depart to the battlefield in 5days. Why did you ask? Ask the instructor. Oh, I just need time to make my own armour...and my own weapon He responded lazily. The instructor showed a shock reaction and He asked in confusion, were you a blacksmith? Which rank were you in blacksmith? Ask the instructor. With smiled Feng Xiong said, yes I am a blacksmith and my rank is Half perfection stage. Now could you help me with something? The instructor just nodded and waiting for Feng Xiong asking him. I need some metal for making my armour and weapon, I need a mithril metal and vibranium metal please and I need it around 150 kg, could you help me with that?. The instructor sighed and nodded sign of his agreement towards Feng Xiong demand. Around 30 minutes the instructor give a special ring that could save a lot of things inside the ring. Here is the metal that you need, just use your qi to check inside the ring. Feng Xiong nodded and smile as he left to his room readying his tools for making his own armour and weapon. He secluded himself for 4 days without rest until he finishes forge the equipment. Now he moves out seeing his father first with his new armour, the armour of death( some kind like soul reaper suit but change to armour its colour is shiny black with lining shiny silver. His helm is like a greek trojan helm with an iron skull mask on it, armour like the english knight armour plus with some samurai armour on it, its a remix armour style..hehe...(if i did draw this armour you all gonna be amaze haha but just imagine it.)
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His father first reaction when he looks his son wearing the armour is ultimately shocked and a little shivered because he could feel a death aura wrapping around his son body, he could imagine if the enemy sees his son they all gonna shivered endlessly. "I'm proud of you son, where did you get this armour? Did your master make it for you? Ask his father to Feng Xiong. Nope i made it myself and i also made an armour for you dad we both gonna be the duo asura god haha hows that? Would you like to try this armour i made it for you? Astonished by his son answer he just nods. When he first wearing the armour he could feel a really cool energy spiral around him endlessly and he showed a weird reaction till Feng Xiong said i put some replenishment incription in the armour it could replenish your energy and qi when in battle. But his father armour colour is different than his son armour his body armour main colour is carbon black with gold shiny lining. Black trojan helm with gold shiny lining and gold skull mask showing his father rank as a general. With a red cape and red iron belt around his waist, he looks more like a really mean death god. When they finish with the armour his father brings Feng Xiong to the army camp, while walking to the commander tent all the people that All who are in the military camp was surprised to see them both walking to the commander tent with a death aura wrapping around their body and they look so scary with their new armour.
At the commander tent, general Ye look astonished with the death armour until he said, "when nephew gonna made one for this shameless uncle?", shock with the question Feng Xiong cough a litlle bit. "When i has more material i will design new armour for you, hows that? "Wow, thanks to you nephew you are my beloved nephew", while hugging Feng Xiong and made an awkward situation in the tent.
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The day of departure to the battlefield, Feng Xiong on the first line because he is an Ex-general marshal disciple he has a special place in the army unit. So he sit on the front line with other generals including his father, other student shivered when looking into the duo death general eyes behind the skull mask..they could feel death are near and come to take their life. In all the group of general the duo son and father are getting the limelight with their death aura spread 100 metres even the bystander can't stand properly after feeling their death aura. "Son, where is your weapon i heard you made your own weapon also?" Oh about that, my weapon is too long and big i don't wanna make others sees me as a psychopath killer. Its okay son you should show us your weapon, even my friends and general Ye wanna see it. Alright dad i got it, Feng Xiong bring out his "new weapon" out from the spatial space ring, its a death scythe, when he brought out the scythe all that present that day their first impression is shocked and fear with the size of the scythe and the aura are much scarier than the armour. All of the generals showed an awkward impression because they never see that kind of weapon in their whole life, until his father asks "what kind of weapon is this?, it is my first time in my life seeing this kind of weapon and bring fear to me for the first time". Its a death scythe, this weapon could be use in short or long range, Feng Xiong put back his scythe into the spatial ring.
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