There was no need for Lu Zheng to customize it, Zhao Wenyu had a pair of fish scale chainmail specially made for himself in his factory.
Coincidentally, Zhao Wenyu and Lu Zheng are about the same height.
However, since the armor was made, Zhao Wenyu only wore it once and then put it away.
Without him, it would be too heavy.
At that time, Zhao Wenyu used top-grade steel and real materials for the simulation, so the weight was a full 40 kilograms, which was very impressive.
The protection is enough, but after wearing it, I have to take a breath every two steps, let alone fighting while wearing armor.
It's just killing people.
You know, the armor usually worn by full-armor combat athletes only weighs between fifteen and twenty kilograms.
So after lunch, Lu Zheng came to his Shenbing Crafts Co., Ltd. at the invitation of Zhao Wenyu.
…
“What a perfect match!”
Zhao Wenyu gave a thumbs up, and Du Lin also looked surprised.
Lu Zheng's figure fully stretched out this set of fish-scale chain mail, and then put on a phoenix-winged helmet and a lion-faced armor. He held a bright silver-coated dragon gun in his hand, making him look like an ancient military commander.
A pair of armor weighs forty kilograms, and a spear weighs twenty-five kilograms.
A weight of more than 130 kilograms weighed on his body, but Lu Zheng didn't feel it at all.
"Brother Lu! Awesome!"
Zhao Wenyu had seen Lu Zheng wield a pure steel eyebrow-leveling stick and perform Shaolin stick techniques, but Du Lin had never seen Lu Zheng's ability.
"How long can you move wearing such heavy armor?" Du Lin asked.
Zhao Wenyu answered, "One hour, easy!"
"So fierce?" Du Lin was very surprised.
Lu Zheng smiled and said nothing.
At this moment, Zhao Wenyu received a call on his cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Okay! When?"
"Now? What a coincidence. I happen to be in the company right now. You can just come."
"There are a lot of armors in the company. Let's see if there's anything suitable. If not, I'll make another one specially made for him. It'll be quick anyway."
"There are also weapons. When I see good weapons, I will build an extra collection. Just let him choose. If there is no suitable one, he can also customize it."
"Okay, I'll wait for you!"
Zhao Wenyu hung up the phone and said, "A friend said he hired a master to come and try out weapons and armor with me."
"Who?" Du Lin asked.
"Duan Xiaolong." Zhao Wenyu replied.
Du Lin sneered, "What kind of master can he find? It's good if he doesn't get cheated."
Zhao Wenyu also laughed when he heard this, "He said that he went to Ji Province this time and found a master who practices martial arts. He will find out when he meets him later."
"Brother Lu, are you busy? If not, just wait."
"Not busy." Lu Zheng took off his helmet and began to take off his armor.
Although it is not a problem to wear this thing, this is a modern society and it is not an ancient war period, so it is not necessary to wear clothes and armor.
…
Zhao Wenyu brought Lu Zheng and Du Lin to the office to drink tea and chat with others.
In less than half an hour, people arrived.
Zhao Wenyu and Du Lin were both surprised when they saw the person coming.
The young man in his thirties who was walking in front was just a young man. Apart from being well-dressed, looking energetic, and looking like a rich second generation, he had no other characteristics.
The latter one is different.
He is 1.9 meters tall, with a strong back and strong waist. Even large short sleeves cannot cover his muscles. They can only be tightly wrapped around his body, which makes him feel oppressive.
"No wonder he came here to try out armor. I really don't necessarily have armor that suits him." Zhao Wenyu murmured to himself.
"Wenyu, Brother Du." The young man at the head said hello.
After mutual introduction, Lu Zheng knew that this young man was Duan Xiaolong, and that big man was the master he invited this time, Zhang Tiexia.
My family has a martial arts background, and I also joined the army. I was discharged from the army just last year.
"All-army competition, top ten!" Duan Xiaolong gave a thumbs up.
"Good guy, this is only in the top ten?" Du Lin expressed surprise. After all, this Iron Man looks like a humanoid tank.
Zhang Tiexia stretched out his hand to touch his head and smiled honestly, "There are many masters in the army."
Duan Xiaolong asked Zhao Wenyu, "The competition starts in ten days. You haven't found anyone yet?"
Zhao Wenyu blinked and looked at Lu Zheng.
Duan Xiaolong also blinked, "Isn't he your guest?"
"Brother Lu is interested and wants to play." Zhao Wenyu said with a smile.
Duan Xiaolong nodded, "Team competition?"
"Single match." Zhao Wenyu said.
"What? Are you kidding? The Japanese came prepared this time. Wouldn't it be very honorable to let him go up and get beaten?"
Duan Xiaolong's expression was exaggerated, and then he turned to Lu Zheng and said, "I'll tell you what I have to say. I know you want to play, but..."
"Why are you nervous? There are others. There are five categories in single competition. Everyone has to compete internally first." Zhao Wenyu interrupted Duan Xiaolong.
"Huh? That's right, I was so anxious that I forgot about it!" Duan Xiaolong blinked.
Lu Zheng, "..."
"Brother Lu, don't mind. This guy is a bit out of character, but he's not a bad person." Zhao Wenyu said.
Lu Zheng chuckled.
Most people are not bad, they just have their own flaws.
Duan Xiaolong is a typical rich second generation. He treats people in the same circle or with abilities as equals. His sense of superiority is more obvious when facing ordinary people, and he does not take care of other people's face.
When Lu Zheng didn't answer, Zhao Wenyu smoothed things over and said, "Let's go to my collection room. I remember that I have a pair of Song Dynasty infantry armor. Maybe Brother Zhang can wear it."
Several people returned to the collection room, which was almost a small warehouse. Inside were various weapon racks and hangers, used to store various long and short weapons and armors.
Zhao Wenyu asked, "How many games is Brother Zhang going to participate in?"
Lu Zheng thought for a while and said, "Long weapons, short weapons, mixed martial arts."
"Mixed martial arts?" Duan Xiaolong couldn't help it anymore, "Brother, if you participate in point-counting long weapons or armored swords and shields, that's it. Mixed martial arts, aren't you kidding me?"
"Xiaolong!" Zhao Wenyu interrupted Duan Xiaolong, "Brother Lu is my friend!"
"Your friend is not my friend...Okay, okay, I won't say anything, okay." Duan Xiaolong curled his lips, and when he saw that Lu Zheng didn't even look at him, he felt unhappy again, and rolled his eyes, "You and Lao Zhang both
If you want to participate in mixed martial arts, Wenyu is well-equipped here, do you want to try it first?"
Zhang Tiexia touched his head. He had no objection and looked at Lu Zheng.
To be honest, he couldn't tell how powerful Lu Zheng was. Although he had some muscles, his skin was fair and tender, and he really didn't look like someone practicing fighting.
But he saw that Lu Zheng's expression was indifferent, and he really didn't look like a careless person, but didn't he see his body? Where did he get the confidence to prepare to participate in mixed martial arts?
Lu Zheng looked at Zhang Tiexia, then at Duan Xiaolong, then at Zhao Wenyu who looked expectant and Du Lin who looked slightly worried.
"Okay, give it a try."
Lu Zheng could tell that Zhang Tiexia was indeed a master. In this case...
"I just have a fight with Lao Zhang. If others can't beat Lao Zhang after that, then don't even think about taking up my spot, right?"
"Yes, yes, no problem!" Duan Xiaolong nodded repeatedly, and then said to Zhang Tiexia, "Did you hear that? I want to beat you and then let you be the goalkeeper."
Zhang Tiexia nodded and became interested.
To be so confident in the face of such a huge difference in body size between the two of them, if he is not a fool, he is a real master.