More than twenty days passed in the blink of an eye as Lin Xuan focused wholeheartedly on forging firearms. That wild boar Soul Beast had long since been completely devoured by him; even its bones had been used to make soup to replenish his strength.
To fill his stomach, Lin Xuan could not help turning his gaze toward the other beasts in the mountains.
They had truly suffered during this time. The mountain forest had started to become lively.
Over those twenty-odd days, Lin Xuan poured out his heart and soul and finally forged all the firearm components he had envisioned.
The two Hundred Refinements Tungsten Steel Hammers, originally weighing forty-eight jin each, had been compressed through Thousand Refinements, their weight refined down to thirty-eight jin.
Considering that he would face powerful enemies at the Soul Saint level in the future, Lin Xuan decisively abandoned the idea of a pistol. Taking out thirty jin of tungsten steel, he directly forged a heavy sniper rifle.
The remaining eight jin of tungsten steel were hammered into casings and warheads for Armor-Piercing Rounds, every single one radiating extreme lethality.
Besides that, he also used the Hundred Refinements Fine Steel he carried with him to forge an additional four Revolver Pistols and more than four hundred bullets.
To complete these Firearms, Lin Xuan had truly pushed himself to the limit.
Not only had his physical strength been completely drained, but his Spiritual Power had also been severely overdrawn—the sniper rifle's sights, rifling, and matching scope all required repeated polishing and calibration.
Fortunately, Douluo Continent already had glass products, saving him the trouble of firing a kiln to make glass. Otherwise, he would have had to delay for several more days.
Holding this thirty-jin heavy sniper rifle in his arms, Lin Xuan's eyes were full