Lord Of Martial Arts

"Greetings, Darren. Welcome to the Dragon Flame Army."

As life had frequently taught Darren, the strong were always respected. Now that they had tested Darren's strength, Jalen could officially accept Darren to the Dragon Flame Army.

"Ha-ha!" Darren just laughed and didn't make a big deal out of the situation.

He stretched out a hand and patted Jalen's claw amicably.

"I killed an unknown beast a few days ago. It's delicious! Why don't we have a drink tonight and hold a small welcome ceremony for Darren? What do you think?" a senior governor suggested.

"That's a good idea, Kyler. I knew you were hiding something delicious, but you didn't want to share it with me. It seems like you are feeling generous today, huh?"

"Ha-ha! Well, you don't deserve my delicious food since you aren't as powerful as Darren," Kyler answered with a smile.

"Humph! You're so stingy!"

The moon rose before long, and a huge fire had been lit up at the palace square. A hill-sized beast was roasting on the fire. Its fat dripped continuously, shining a crisp golden-brown, and the smell of cooking meat drifted in the air.

"Come on, Darren! Join us. Let's have a drink."

"Sure!" Darren picked up a bottle of wine and took a few sips, and his eyebrows raised

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answered with a shake of his head.

"I know!" a senior governor abruptly chimed in. "I once heard a conversation between His Majesty and Griffin. They mentioned armors and weapons many times, so I guess we are helping the chief gods look for weapons and armors," he added.

"That's nonsense! The chief gods' defensive power is already invincible, and their weapons are the top-level primitive divine weapons. Why would they need to look for more weapons? I'm sure they're not looking for the things you mentioned." Most people didn't believe the senior governor's words, and most of them thought he was talking nonsense.

"But it's true. His Majesty revealed that about two million years ago, a king brought out a metal brassard from the Great Crevice and several avatars of the chief gods gathered to fight for it. They almost destroyed the battlefield! In the end, the avatars destroyed each other, and no one got that metal brassard. Later, once the battlefield stabilized, no one could find that brassard anymore," the senior governor earnestly reported.

"Oh, come on. We haven't heard of it. There's no way that's true!"

Nobody believed the senior governor's words because he often bragged. But Darren was astounded. 'A metal brassard?' he thought.