Thousand Jin Giant Strength!

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Inside Mang Tian Studio.

Tang Wulin gripped the Forging Hammer in his left hand. The spiral pattern on the handle pressed into the soft flesh and calluses of his palm, giving him an exceptionally firm hold.

He took a deep breath, turned halfway, and suddenly swung the Forging Hammer. In that instant, all the strength in his body seemed to gather in his arm. As he exerted his full force, Tang Wulin felt a surge of heat rise from his tailbone and instantly fill his spine. The Forging Hammer tore through the air with a piercing shriek as it crashed down hard.

"Bang—"

The mercury column shot upward. The tremendous boom left both Tang Wulin and Mang Tian briefly deafened.

Mang Tian rubbed his eyes, seemingly trying to make sure he had not seen wrong. Just then, the Strength Tester's electronic device automatically announced the result.

"Strike force: 483 kilograms." The electronic voice was cold, but both Tang Wulin and Mang Tian were stunned.

When Tang Wulin had been tested last year, the two hundred kilograms from his right arm had already shocked Mang Tian. This strength was nearly comparable to that kid's, wasn't it?

In just one short year, his strength had more than doubled. And this was his left arm... A nine-year-old child had nearly a thousand jin of force in a full-power strike from one arm.

Though he was far inferior to that monster, he could still be considered naturally gifted with immense strength.

"Use your right arm." Mang Tian concealed his excitement behind calm words.

Tang Wulin switched the hammer to his right hand and took another deep breath. A faint glint of golden light flashed deep within his eyes.

He turned sideways and swung his arm once more. That same warm current surged through his spine, and the shriek produced by the Forging Hammer became even more piercing. A series of faint air explosions could also be heard.

"Boom—"

Mang Tian stared at the number displayed on the Strength Tester, completely dumbfounded.

"Teacher, can I... can I learn Thousand Refinement now?" he asked tentatively.

Mang Tian snapped back to his senses and nodded. "I never expected your strength to have reached this level. Go to your forging room."

Back in Tang Wulin's forging room, Mang Tian took out a silver-white piece of metal. "I taught you long ago which types of metal can undergo Thousand Refinement. This is Deep Sea Silver. It has excellent ductility and very good Soul Power conductivity. Only Thousand Refinement can bring out the full potential of metal of this grade. You'll use it for your attempt next."

"So-called Thousand Refinement is not as simple as hammering a piece of metal a thousand times. Through continuous forging, you must remove all impurities from within the metal and increase its density. At the same time, the greatest effect of Thousand Refinement is sublimation. Only when a sublimation effect is produced during the forging process can it be considered true Thousand Refinement."

"For example, the Thousand Refined Tungsten Steel Hammer you use. Tungsten steel is already extremely strong, but after Thousand Refinement, its volume shrinks by one-third while its strength increases by two hundred percent. Its sublimation effect is a thirty-percent increase in weight. Only when the same piece of metal undergoes a qualitative transformation can its weight increase, demonstrating its extraordinary strength."

"Teacher, are there any techniques for Thousand Refinement?" Tang Wulin asked.

Mang Tian shook his head. "There are no techniques that can be taught. What I can tell you is that when you forge, you must treat the metal as a living being. You must do everything possible to communicate with it during the forging process. Only perfect communication will make it truly acknowledge you, allowing you to find its mysteries and its patterns. Thousand Refinement is also known as Intent Forging. Every Blacksmith completes Thousand Refinement differently, each with his own characteristics. Forge with your heart. Feel it."

"Yes." Tang Wulin nodded. He had originally thought Mang Tian would at least demonstrate it for him, but it seemed his teacher had no such intention and was leaving everything to him.

He activated the Forging Table and placed the Deep Sea Silver into the Forging Furnace within it to begin heating.

This piece of Deep Sea Silver was about one foot square and glimmered with a soft silver radiance. As it entered the Forging Furnace, Tang Wulin began recalling the properties of Deep Sea Silver that Mang Tian had explained before.

Deep Sea Silver was produced only on the ocean floor at depths exceeding one thousand meters, making it an extremely rare metal. It was very hard by nature, but possessed great ductility at high temperatures. It was an excellent Soul Power conductor, and high-quality Deep Sea Silver could even increase Soul Power transmission by five to ten percent.

Whether used in industry or Mecha manufacturing, it was an exceptionally valuable material.

However, Deep Sea Silver also had its own problem: its immense density made it incredibly heavy. A piece only one foot square like this one might weigh more than two hundred kilograms, perhaps even three hundred.

Thus, even if its production were sufficient, Mechas could not use it on a large scale. Its weight restricted its applications in Mechas. It was used relatively more often in large solid-state Soul Tools.

Deep Sea Silver was relatively rare in inland cities, but more common in coastal cities. It was also one of the major sources of income for certain large coastal cities.

The piece of Deep Sea Silver Mang Tian had given him appeared to be of flawless quality. Its color was even, clearly indicating that it was high-grade Deep Sea Silver that had already been purified. It might be even heavier.

Deep Sea Silver was hard, but after being heated at high temperatures, it gained a certain degree of ductility. Only in this state was it suitable for forging. (By the way, does this stuff have anything to do with the Deep Sea Silver Mother? I don't think I know. If anyone does, feel free to tell me.)

A full five hours passed. Tang Wulin's arms had gone completely numb, and he was nearly fainting. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans covered his forehead.

Tang Ziran stood anxiously outside the forging room. Gu Chen had also appeared, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as he carefully observed Tang Wulin's Thousand Refinement with his Mental Power.

Gu Chen's progress in the Underground Training Ground had been fairly good. He had directly adopted nine times gravity in a 3×3 setting.

As he grew older, his bones and muscles gradually developed, and the pressure he could withstand increased exponentially.

He had only come to join the excitement because he remembered that these days were when Tang Wulin succeeded at Thousand Refinement.

Tang Wulin's Thousand Refinement still held considerable reference value for him. Though it could not help him experience Thousand Refinement himself, gaining some experience was still worthwhile.

Finally, Tang Wulin finished. He could no longer hold the Forging Hammer in his hand, and it fell straight down. His arms had nearly lost all sensation, and he collapsed onto the floor, gasping heavily.

Mang Tian was at Tang Wulin's side almost like lightning. At some point, a small knife had appeared in his hand. With a swift motion, he slashed toward Tang Wulin's wrist.

A stream of blood sprayed out, landing directly on the shimmering Deep Sea Silver.

"It worked!"