"Next fight, Number Two."
The draw was announced: Number Two.
Ye Lin shook his head lightly when he heard the number.
It was not his turn again.
He was Number Three. So close.
"I'm Number Two."
A muscular figure carrying a massive hammer slowly stepped onto the Arena.
"So it's Iron Hammer. Iron Hammer, remember to pound your opponent like a piece of iron."
A cultivator raised an arm and laughed.
At his words, the other cultivators laughed as well.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, that man is called Iron Hammer. He's a blacksmith."
"A blacksmith?"
Surprise flashed through Ye Lin's eyes.
A blacksmith? Did that mean he was an artifact-refining cultivator?
"Just a blacksmith. His master was a blacksmith too. He spent his whole life hammering iron; if he wasn't at the forge, he was on his way there."
"And through hammering iron, he forged a path of his own."
Ye Lin was even more surprised to hear that.
From what this fellow Daoist said, the man really was a blacksmith.
He had forged his own path by hammering iron.
This...
This is interesting.
"A big fellow who hammers iron?"
"Tsk, so he's that man's disciple. Zhurong, you'd better be careful."
"Exactly. That man entered the Dao through blacksmithing, and his strength ranks among the highest in the entire Boundary Sea. Even our clan's ancestor is deeply wary of him. His disciple won't be simple either."
"Be careful, Zhurong."
On the Chaos Ancient Clan's side...
When its many experts saw Iron Hammer heading toward the Arena, a strange look flashed through their eyes.
Then their expressions turned grave.
One look at their faces showed that the pressure Iron Hammer put on them was far from ordinary.
"A blacksmith?"
"Then let's see if he can hammer me to death."
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