Lord Bear, you must often be described with the word "cute," your hands should not be stained with blood

"Bang, bang, bang."

The two of them swung their hammers with such speed they seemed to fly.

Neither was willing to show any weakness.

Whoever struck the iron slower would be the one to lose.

"Charge!"

The hundred-refining was complete.

"Not enough, not enough, a hundred-refining isn't enough; this isn't my limit." Tang Wulin's veins bulged.

Hot sweat boiled.

Even though he was still just a young boy, at this moment, an aura of masculinity surged from him, intense and overwhelming.

In the spectator stands, Lang Yue, who was watching Tang Wulin's match, had eyes brimming with tears.

"Lin'er has stood up."

"He is so full of manly spirit right now."

"We... we succeeded."

By the end, Lang Yue was sobbing with excitement.

Tang Ziran, who was watching alongside her, gently embraced her. "Yue'er, don't cry. Everything will be alright."

"We really should thank Brother Mang for this."

"If it weren't for Brother Mang's suggestion, we wouldn't be able to see Wulin like this, so full of manly spirit."

Mang Tian looked very gratified. "There's no need to thank me. Wulin is my disciple; he took a few wrong turns, and as his teacher, it is naturally my responsibility to help him correct them."

"Besides, Wulin has immense talent in forging."

"With the momentum Wulin has in this small competition, the chances of him winning the championship are very high."

However, just as Mang Tian finished speaking, a man with a build and appearance similar to his own walked up to him.

Mang Tian frowned slightly.

The person before him was his younger brother, Mang Di.

Mang Tian said in a deep voice, "Why are you here? I recall you didn't take on any disciples."

"You recall the me of yesterday, not the me of today," Mang Di said with a philosophical air.

"Also, Brother, you were being too presumptuous just now."

"You should know that there is always someone better, and a sky beyond the sky."

"Your disciple might not necessarily win the championship."

Mang Tian looked displeased; this younger brother of his was always playing devil's advocate and never cared about the occasion.

"I know Wulin's talent. In less than three months, he has mastered hundred-refining. If he performs well, even thousand-refining is not impossible to achieve."

Mang Tian's tone was firm. "You should know that someone who can master hundred-refining in three months is one in ten thousand."

The corners of Mang Di's mouth curled up. "Then you must have never seen a super genius who mastered hundred-refining in half an hour and could thousand-refine in three hours—a genius with the potential of a Divine Craftsman."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Mang Tian immediately retorted.

Mang Di thought to himself, My foolish brother, nothing is impossible. You cannot comprehend the terror of Money-Adding Girl.

Just at that moment, "Boom!"

Tang Wulin exhausted his physical strength, and a piece of Thousand-Refined Tungsten Steel appeared before him.

He succeeded!

He had succeeded!

Infinite confidence erupted in Tang Wulin's eyes. He shouted in his heart, Brother Luo, did you see that? I surpassed my own limits. I forged a piece of Thousand-Refined Tungsten Steel.

I am stronger... than your sister.

The Golden Dragon King felt his emotions surging, determined to compete with the Silver Dragon King.

Almost at the same moment Tang Wulin finished his thousand-refining, Na'er also completed her forging. She gently set down her hammer.

The judges first inspected the tungsten steel forged by Tang Wulin.

"Hiss, Thousand-Refined Tungsten Steel. This boy is too terrifying."

"I'm afraid he is the champion."

But the next moment, they gasped in amazement at Na'er's work. "Heavens, another thousand-refining! No, this isn't ordinary thousand-refining; it's the pinnacle of thousand-refining—it has already birthed a spirit."

"It is absolutely perfect; not a single flaw can be found."

"Champion!"

"She is the champion!"

When the referee panel made the final announcement, Tang Wulin was dumbfounded; he had given it his all, yet he still lost.

As expected of Brother Luo's younger sister, truly extraordinary, Tang Wulin sighed inwardly.

Mang Tian was also dumbfounded.

His disciple, Tang Wulin, had been outdone by a little girl?

It seemed Wulin wasn't working hard enough.

He couldn't give Wulin a single day off. Not only would there be no time off, but he would also add more hours. He would make Wulin practice for an extra hour every day.

Mang Di, on the other hand, was strutting with pride.

He really wanted to say to his brother, Mang Tian, "My foolish brother, have you witnessed the terror of Money-Adding Girl yet?"

Mang Di said to his brother Mang Tian with a grin, "Brother, she is from my workshop, from my Mang Di Workshop."

Mang Tian was furious. "So what if she is from your workshop? Does that mean I am no longer your brother? I am your brother for a day, and I will be your brother for a lifetime."

"You are the younger brother!"

Mang Di was scolded until he was drenched in shame.

Na'er rushed down from the stage and threw herself at Li Luo.

Li Luo smiled and said, "Na'er was amazing!"

"Brother is proud of you!"

Na'er hugged Li Luo and acted spoiled, "Brother, I am so happy. I am happy that Brother came to watch my match."

"From now on, no matter if it rains knives from the sky, Brother will come for anything involving Na'er, alright?" Li Luo said softly.

Na'er hugged Li Luo tightly, "Brother is so good. Na'er feels like she is the happiest person in the world."

Just as the siblings were sharing this heartwarming moment, a pair of resentful eyes landed on them.

Tang Wulin felt his heart shatter.

Piece by piece.

Oh heavens, oh earth, why wasn't he the one in Brother Luo's arms?

Golden Dragon King was taken away from the Blacksmith Association by his parents.

Besides the resentful eyes of Golden Dragon King fixed on Li Luo and the others, another pair of eyes also landed on them.

In the very corner of the spectator stands, a middle-aged man and a youth sat quietly on a bench.

The youth, Wu Liuqi, said softly, "Teacher, are we not going to make a move yet? I really want to blow them to pieces right now, immediately, this instant."

Ba Jiushi smiled, "Little Wu, are you jealous of them?"

"I wouldn't call it jealousy."

Wu Liuqi said calmly, "It's mainly because we are pressed for time. If we act now, we can still catch the last Soul Guidance Train back to East Sea."

Ba Jiushi shook his head, "Little Wu, there is no need to lie to your teacher. Teacher knows that ever since those animals from the Federation defiled your adorable younger sister to death back then..."

"You have never been able to stand seeing others have adorable younger sisters."

"You think you have hidden it well."

"But Teacher knows everything."

Following Ba Jiushi's words, Wu Liuqi's face gradually twisted, and he smiled coldly.

"Since I cannot have one, then let it all be destroyed!"

Ba Jiushi took out the Nine-Section Skull Scepter from his bag and stood it upright, "Then go."

"May you replicate the glory of that great predecessor, the Death Messenger, from ten thousand years ago!"

"May the Holy Spirit be with you!"

Wu Liuqi stood up and walked slowly toward Li Luo. His face was no longer twisted, but had returned to calmness.

He arrived in front of Li Luo and said, "I am very envious that you have such an adorable younger sister."

"Truly envious."

"But I am very sorry."

"Please, oh no, I mean please, both of you, go die!"