The contest began.
Both sides lit their furnaces, and the entire space grew hotter.
Tang San did not use a forging hammer. His left hand curled loosely, black light surging around it as an oppressive wave of Soul Power spread through the air, making Lou Gao turn his head.
"Clear Sky Hammer?"
Silong's eyes widened. "Isn't your Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass? Twin Martial Souls? Are you really the Tang Hao's son from the rumors?!"
Tang San did not answer. Fully focused, he placed the Deep Sea Silver into the furnace and pulled the bellows. The wind fed the flames, heating the Deep Sea Silver.
Smack!
Lou Gao slapped Silong and scolded, "Who cares who he is? Right now, he is a blacksmith! Nothing else! Stop making a fuss and embarrassing me! Go heat the Mithril in the furnace!"
"Yes, Teacher!"
Silong hurriedly composed himself, clamped a head-sized chunk of Mithril with tongs, and placed it into the forge.
On Tang San's side—
When the heated Deep Sea Silver was taken out, there was not the slightest sign of it having melted.
"It's actually that piece of metal!"
Lou Gao did not know what Deep Sea Silver was, but every item traded through the Blacksmith Association had passed under his eyes.
He had seen this incomparably hard metal before and had even bought it to study it. No matter what method he tried, he had been unable to forge it. He had even suspected that the thing was not metal at all, so he had auctioned it off again. Yet after changing hands time and again, it had returned to the high-end trading area on the Second Layer of the Blacksmith Association.
There had previously been some oil stains on the Deep Sea Silver, obscuring its appearance. Now that the