At this point, the wind had caught up behind him. Chang Geng hugged the pair of 'steel leg guards' into his arms and rolled over to a small hole under a nearby wall. He immediately put them on his own legs right after he landed, not caring if he equipped them correctly or not.

A crashing noise rang out; the flimsy walls of the commoner's home were not so strong, the barbarian crushed through them with a single punch. Rubble and broken bricks immediately rained down. The steel leg guard under Chang Geng's foot squirted a small amount of steam thanks to the leftover Ziliujin around the ankle area, propelling his entire body three feet forward in that decisive moment.

Chang Geng almost had the illusion that he could fly upwards.

Aside from the iron wristband, this was the first time he put a part of an iron armor on himself. In this life and death situation, he desperately tried to maintain balance and grabbed the corner of the remaining courtyard wall.

Ge Pang Xiao screamed: "Be careful–"

The barbarian had violently shaken off the bricks; his iron armor created an unbearable creaking sound. The steam under his feet resembled a cloud. He was somewhat surprised that this little child was quite difficult to deal with. He retracted his iron fists, the gear in front of his chest turned in a circle, and a dark-colored explosive was aimed at Chang Geng.

Preparing to finish him in one quick move.

Chang Geng had not yet learned how to coexist peacefully with this pair of Wind-Fire Wheels* under his legs. Hearing a buzzing sound, he instinctively rushed forward; suddenly, there was a painful scorching heat on his back. The sand that splattered onto him from the ground were like steel nails, showering down on him; he only had time to protect his face and head with the scrap-metal sword.

*风火轮; Nezha's magic vehicle that helped him fly around.

The Central Plains' iron armors undoubtedly did not dare to equip explosives on the chest area. The powerful recoil from this explosive could shatter a person's bones. Only the sturdy barbarians with their naturally born indomitable strength would dare to do something like this.

Some say that the reason the three major factions of Black Iron Camp could clean through Eighteen Barbarian Tribes that year was that the Man Tribes were underdeveloped and had not yet known how to produce their own iron armor.

Now no one knew where and how they could get their hands on such a huge amount of Heavy Armors. Coupled with the endless streams of Ziliujin underneath their savanna that spread out for thousands of miles, would they still let themselves be dominated like sheep in the hands of Central Plains people?

How horrifying this could become, the young Chang Geng could not afford to think at this moment.