At this moment, Chu Feng, who had been watching silently all along, suddenly said, "Master, how about I give it a try?"
"Ah... forget it. My skills are lacking, and I've let you down, young hero..."
The old blacksmith didn't believe Chu Feng could forge iron.
Forging iron was different from working the bellows. It wasn't something one could do simply by having great strength and stamina.
It required extraordinary skill. The force used for every hammer strike was different, requiring extremely precise control. An ordinary person couldn't learn it without at least six months or a year!
"How will we know if we don't try?" Chu Feng's expression remained calm, and he showed no despondency at the prospect of failure.
While the old blacksmith was puzzled, a wave of fear also rose in his heart. This young hero isn't going to kill me out of frustration, is he?
He judged others by his own standards. If such a precious Demon Suppression Blade had been ruined and turned into scrap, surely anyone would be furious enough to stomp their feet, right?
At that thought, he no longer dared to suggest giving up. He said fearfully, "Young hero, please don't be angry. I'll try again. I definitely won't disappoint you!"
Chu Feng saw through the old blacksmith's thoughts at a glance. He smiled and said, "Master, don't be nervous. I was thinking you could teach me the techniques of forging..."
"Er... all right..."
The old blacksmith was now in a panic. He did whatever Chu Feng said, not daring to offer the slightest objection.
In the end, the old blacksmith taught him all his forging techniques without holding anything back, afraid that Chu Feng might snap his neck if he became displeased.
Chu Feng silently memorized everything the old blacksmith said,