Zhen Hua nodded, his expression unchanged as he said generously, "Of course. We lost the first match."
At his words, the surrounding crowd instantly fell into deathly silence, followed by a burst of noisy discussion.
The blacksmiths from the association who had come to cheer them on looked increasingly awful. Some widened their eyes as though unable to believe what they were seeing; others hung their heads in dejection, their faces full of deep disappointment.
The young man who had competed against Lin Yuhan was also pale with fury. His lips trembled slightly as he tightly gripped the forging hammer that had accompanied him for years.
Chang Gongyan looked at Zhen Hua in surprise. He had thought Zhen Hua might give him the cold shoulder after losing to them, but he had not expected Zhen Hua to admit defeat so readily.
"As expected of a Grandmaster, God Craftsman Zhen Hua."
With that thought, Chang Gongyan could not help feeling a measure of admiration for Zhen Hua. Simply being able to admit defeat so readily showed that God Craftsman Zhen Hua was a man of true temperament. At the very least, on the path of blacksmithing, Zhen Hua's mindset was wholly worthy of the title God Craftsman.
Faced with such straightforwardness from Zhen Hua, Chang Gongyan could not put on the airs of a victor. Smiling faintly, he said, "Yuhan only managed to overwhelm your talented young man because of the advantage of her forging hammer. The next match may not turn out the same way."
Indeed, the forging hammer Lin Yuhan used was the Spirit Refinement Blue Pregnancy Copper Hammer, so she had indeed gained an advantage when forging Blue Pregnant Copper.
Their agreement with Zhen Hua was to hold two forging competitions. In the first match, Chang Gongyan's side