Zhong Shenxiu.
He stood in the middle of the training ground, holding a spear in both hands.
That gun is very long.
Very long.
The gun's body is completely pitch black, is ten meters long, and is as thick as a baby's arm.
At the head of the gun, a piece of silver-white metal hangs.
Chen Yin.
The high-grade metal commonly used by blacksmiths is extremely dense, with a piece as big as a fist weighing dozens of kilograms.
The piece hanging on the head of the gun is the size of a washbasin.
Tang Wulin made a rough estimate - at least three hundred kilograms.
Zhong Shenxiu Hold the end of the gun barrel with both hands, unite the waist and the horse, rise from the ground, and hold the ten-meter-long giant gun straight in front of you.
Then--
He thrust forward.
The gun body buzzed, but the heavy silver on the gun tip didn't move at all.
He put away his gun.
Stab again.
Put away the gun.
Stab again.
One shot, another shot, another shot.
Each shot hits the same spot.
There is a fist-sized depression on the wall at the end of the training ground.
It was pierced by the tip of the spear.
Tang Wulin saw that Zhong Shenxiu's hands and wrists were already red, and veins were bulging under the skin. Sweat was flowing down his arms and dripping on Blue Steel Rock on the ground, leaving a small water stain.
But there was no deformation in his movements.
The gun body is always straight.
The tip of the gun always points to the same point.
A giant gun ten meters long, with a counterweight of three hundred kilograms, using only the ends of both hands to exert force--
How much strength does this require?
How stable control does this require?
Tang Wulin Don't know.
But he knew he couldn't do it.
At least it can't be done now.
Wu Zhangkong stood beside him without speaking.
He just looked at Zhong Shenxiu quietly.
Zhong Shenxiu glanced in the direction of Wu Zhangkong.
That glance was very faint, just a glance from the corner of my eye, and I didn't even turn my head.
But at this glance, his movements stopped.
A faint hint of surprise flashed through those light golden vertical pupils.
Very light.
It's so faint that if you don't look carefully, you can't even notice it.
But I was really surprised.
He slowly lowered the ten-meter gun.
The barrel of the gun fell to the ground, making a dull impact, and the ground of the entire training ground seemed to tremble slightly.
He turned around.
His gaze crossed Wu Zhangkong and landed on Tang Wulin.
Those eyes looked at Tang Wulin.
I watched it for two seconds.
Then he spoke.
"Are you really coming?"
The sound is very bland.
But in that plainness, there was an indescribable emotion.
Not a mockery.
It's not contempt.
But--
It's really a bit surprising.
Wu Zhangkong said nothing.
He just turned sideways, stepped aside, and leaned against the wall.
He crossed his arms with his hands on his chest and showed no expression on his face.
Those cold eyes looked at Zhong Shenxiu and then at Tang Wulin.
Then he lowered his eyes slightly, looking like it had nothing to do with me.
Tang Wulin met Zhong Shenxiu's gaze.
He nodded.
"Coming."
The voice is very calm.
But only he himself knows what he is thinking at this moment.
Genius is not terrible.
The scary thing is that genius requires harder work and more painstaking efforts than you think.
Tang Wulin has heard this sentence before.
But it was not until today, until this moment, that he truly understood the meaning of this sentence.
He looked at Zhong Shenxiu.
Look at the ten-meter-long giant gun.
Look at the piece of Chen Yin as big as a basin.
Look at the red hands and wrists.
Look at the beads of sweat rolling down.
Look at those light golden vertical pupils.
There was no fatigue or pain in those eyes.
There is only an almost numb concentration.
That kind of concentration, Tang Wulin has seen it.
In the Blacksmith's Association, the top blacksmiths look like this when they are working.
But that's because they love forging.
And what about Zhong Shenxiu?
Does he love fighting?
Tang Wulin Don't know.
But he knew that the man in front of him did not get to where he is today by relying on his talent.
In other words, it's not just about talent.
It was achieved with countless mornings like this, nights like this, drops of sweat like this, shot after shot.
And what about him?
Tang Wulin smiled bitterly in his heart.
He is too conceited.
Just because the first layer of Golden Dragon King Bloodline's seal was unlocked, just because his power surged and his body became stronger, he thought he was qualified to be on par with Zhong Shenxiu.
He thought that he could finally catch up with that figure.
But little did they know--
Geniuses don't wait around.
When you think you are finally qualified, others have long disappeared.
This thought flashed through Tang Wulin's mind.
Just for a moment.
Then, he pushed him down.
Because--
The arrow is on the string and must be fired.
Now that he's here, now that he's standing here, there's no way he can back down.
What's more -
Tang Wulin raised his head.
He looked at Zhong Shenxiu.
Look at those light golden vertical pupils.
A sudden warmth arose in his heart.
The heat surged from his chest and flowed along the blood vessels to his limbs, making his blood seem to boil.
He didn't know if he could win.
He even knew that there was a high probability that he would lose.
But he wanted to know--
How big is the gap between myself and Zhong Shenxiu.
He wanted to have a name.
Weigh yourself now.
Weigh that golden figure to see how heavy it is.
"Okay."
Zhong Shenxiu nodded.
Zhong Shenxiu took a few steps in the direction of Tang Wulin.
The steps were very light, and the soles of the shoes landed on Blue Steel Rock, making almost no sound.
He stopped ten meters away from Tang Wulin.
This distance is neither far nor close.
For Soul Master, ten meters is a very subtle distance.
Close enough to launch an attack instantly, yet far enough away to have enough reaction time.
Zhong Shenxiu stood there.
He held the wooden gun in his left hand, with the barrel hanging at his side and the tip of the gun pointed diagonally at the ground.
The right hand is empty.
He raised his right hand, palm up.
Then--
He raised his chin.
The movement was very light.
The amplitude is very small.
But the meaning is clear.
Come on.
You make the first move.
Tang Wulin looked at that action.
He didn't speak.
He just nodded.
The gesture of nodding was very solemn.
Very serious.
It's like performing some kind of ritual.
Then--
He calmed down.
Take a deep breath.
Then spit it out slowly.
The moment he breathed out, Tang Wulin's whole aura changed.
If we say that he just now was an unsheathed sword.
So now he is a sword that has been unsheathed and sharpened.
His eyes are very bright.
There was a certain light burning in those big eyes.
That's fighting spirit.
That is desire.
That's the urge to prove yourself.
Tang Wulin moved.
He didn't hesitate.
There is no temptation.
No detours.
Just like that, he rushed straight towards the front of Zhong Shenxiu.
The distance of ten meters quickly shortened under his feet.
Eight meters.
five meters.
Three meters.
Tang Wulin's right arm was raised high.
That moment--
Golden light burst out from the inside of his right arm.
That's not the light of Soul Skill.
That is the power of blood.
Golden Dragon King Bloodline.
After the first seal was released, the first thing to incorporate the power of Golden Dragon King was his right hand.
Those powers, those essences, those bloodline powers from ancient Dragon God, are all gathered in his right arm.
Then--
Golden dragon scales emerged.
Those scales came out from under the skin, one by one, and were arranged closely.
The color of the scales is pure gold, without any trace of color.