The Heavy Armor of Black Iron Camp would certainly not be easily opened by him with just one press, but he did successfully push out Shen Yi's arm, creating a gap of about one inch.

This was the first time Chang Geng had seen a Heavy Armor; he did not know the difference between this expertly-made armor and the copper junk used by the city defense officers.

If someone used such a strong external force to destroy the black iron armor, the force of the pop-up lock bursting out could break down a large tree.

With this one inch, Chang Geng quickly removed his foot from the grip and flipped off of Shen Yi's shoulder with agility.

"I am not 'His Highness'," Chang Geng stood two steps away and looked at him. His face was even bleaker than the black iron:

"My feet are not 'dragon claws' either. It is a deformity that my mother created by using a broken piece of porcelain. If she really is just as you said and has connections with the royal family, perhaps it is her aim to create a counterfeit to confuse the royal lineage. The General is rushing like this. I can see that you have other heavy responsibilities. I am not afraid of death, and I have no intention of stealing royal identity either. I have made this matter transparent to you, I will not hinder you any longer."

Shen Yi's black iron mask was opened up, and he looked at the teenager in front of him in bewilderment.

Chang Geng no longer looked at him, he jumped over a wall and ran in the direction of Ge Pang Xiao's cry for help.

A set of dark armor could be spotted easily in this tiny town of Yanhui. Shen Yi was surprised only for a brief moment, yet a group of barbarians had already surrounded him. Chang Geng was not worried. Even though he was an outsider, he could still see that those barbarians were basically seeking death by confronting this expert from the Black Iron Camp. It was clear that although the folklore was somewhat exaggerated in saying that merely forty Black Armors swept through the savanna from that year, it was not wholly untrue.

The martial arts that the teenager had been practicing for many years were not for naught. He was extremely agile as he sprinted towards the narrow road, crossing the courtyard wall. As he entered, he saw a barbarian punching a hole into the chest of an old veteran in charge of guarding Yanhui. The old soldier fell over without making a single sound. It seemed that he could not survive the hit.

Ge Pang Xiao's small face was puffy, holding his head and hiding away in the corner in fear.