Tang San placed the iron block on the forging table, took a deep breath, moved his wrist, and then raised the fifty-pound Forging Hammer, his eyes fell on the iron block, and his mind calmed down.
Then he moved, and the hammer fell, hitting the iron block with a dull metallic impact.
The first hammer, the second hammer, the third hammer...
Tang San's rhythm is getting faster and faster, each hammer lands accurately at the same position, and the power is controlled just right.
This is what he learned Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer from his father Tang Hao when he was a child.
Although Tang Hao was drunk all day long, he never showed any perseverance when teaching him forging. Tang San had practiced this hammering technique for a long time, and he was familiar with the strength, angle, and rhythm of each hammer.
One hammer after another.
The iron block is constantly deforming on the forging table, and the impurities on the surface collapse under the high temperature and heavy impact, revealing a purer metal layer inside.
Tang San has maintained a stable rhythm, swinging twenty-four hammers in a row, each hammer being accurate.
After twenty-four hammer blows, a piece of pig iron that was originally 50 centimeters square has been repeatedly forged into the size of a fist, and the whole piece is Iron Mother, with a smooth surface and almost all impurities removed.
Tang San stopped and took a breath, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
Although he did not successfully wield eighty-one hammers, and although Tang Hao did not teach himself to do so, these twenty-four hammers were enough, and this piece of Iron Mother was the best finished product he could forge so far. Both in terms of density and purity, it reached the ceiling of his current ability.
As for the process of making this Iron Mother into Sleeve Arrow, he would not show it in front of them.
That was a skill he had mastered through hard work, and what they were comparing was just forging, not building Hidden Weapon. It was enough to do this alone.
Tang San put down the hammer, turned around and looked at Tang Wulin and Xie Xie. He wanted to see some surprised expressions on their faces, but he didn't see any trace of surprise. Did he fail to pretend?
Looking at the mediocre performance of several people, Tang San couldn't help but have a somewhat annoyed expression on his face. Could it be that these guys didn't recognize the hammering technique he used?
When he was at Notting City, some people recognized it as Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer at a glance, indicating that this hammering method is quite famous in the forging industry, but these people in front of him showed no reaction at all.
Tang San snorted in his heart, thinking that these guys really didn't have much experience in blacksmithing.
Just as he was thinking about it, Tang Wulin had already walked to the forging table.
He did not use the 50-jin hammer that Tang San had used, but picked up his pair of 300-jin Heavy Silver Hammer again.
Tang San's eyes tightened, does this guy really want to use two at the same time?
Tang Wulin placed a new piece of metal on the forging table. Tang San took a closer look. The metal was dark in color and glowed with a dark light. It turned out to be Sinking Silver.
Sinking Silver is much more difficult to forge than pig iron. How to forge this guy?
Tang Wulin holds a Heavy Silver Hammer in each hand, and then drops it simultaneously.
Two 300-pound giant hammers hit Sinking Silver at the same time.
"Boom--"
There was a dull loud noise, and then Tang Wulin's hands were like rotating windmills. Two giant hammers fell alternately, each hammer carrying heavy force, the rhythm became faster and faster, and the hammer wind roared.
Tang San It makes your eyes straighten. Is this really humanly possible?
What shocked him even more was what came next.
As the forging of Tang Wulin continued, a faint light began to shine on the surface of the Sinking Silver. The light became more and more intense, and gradually condensed into a golden light pillar, which rose straight up from the forging platform, about five feet high.
There was a faint dragon roar coming from the light pillar. Although it was not loud, it was clearly audible.
Tang San was stunned. Under the golden light, the surface of Sinking Silver began to appear with fine and dense cloud patterns. As the patterns flowed, the brilliance rippled like water waves. It was too beautiful to be a mortal thing.
Tang San opened his mouth but no words came out.
This... is this forging?
It was completely different from the forging he knew.
What he understood as forging was to pound iron into shape, remove impurities, and increase density, but what Tang Wulin was doing was completely beyond this scope.
That golden light, that dragon's roar, those cloud patterns... He had never seen these things before, nor had he ever read about them in any blacksmithing books.
Tang San's confidence suddenly collapsed.
Although he was unwilling to admit it, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Sinking Silver forged by Tang Wulin was far superior in quality to his Iron Mother.
Xie Xie stood aside and watched Tang San's expression change. The curvature of the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, and he finally couldn't help laughing.
"You've already lost."
Of course, this matter has been doomed for a long time, but Tang San must be the kind of guy who won't give up until he reaches the Yellow River. Should he give up now?
Tang San was silent for a while, and then slowly released his clenched fists.
Tang San raised his head and looked at Xie Xie, and said.
"I am willing to admit defeat."
In fact, he was not particularly depressed. Although losing the competition was ugly, it was originally a way for him to get close to that Shrek Academy. There were ways to lose if he lost, and there were ways to win if he won. In the end, he could get in.
Tang San's abacus is good. As long as he enters that college, he will always have the opportunity to learn the production method of Soul Tool.
However, just as he was thinking this, Cai Yue'er suddenly moved.
The old woman's figure was like a phantom, and she instantly flew to Tang San's side. She grabbed the collar of Tang San's neck with one hand and lifted him up like a chicken.
Before Tang San had time to react, he was already being carried by Cai Yue'er and flew towards the gate of the Shrek Academy.
The speed was extremely fast, and the wind roared past my ears.
Tang San felt like his eyes were blurred, and when he stood firm again, he was already in a small, dark room.
The room was not big, with cold walls on all sides and only one closed iron door.
Before entering, Tang San clearly saw the word Confinement Room written outside the door. No, he just lost. Why did he enter Confinement Room?
Tang San was stunned in place. Before he could speak, Cai Yue'er's voice came in.
"You stay here, I will call you when needed."
After saying that, the iron door closed with a clang.
Tang San stood there, unable to react for a long time.
He walked to the iron door and pushed it, but it didn't move. He looked around again and saw that there was nothing on the wall, not even a window.
Tang San's mood was very complicated. He originally wanted to come in and steal his master, but he was immediately put into solitary confinement. Not to mention stealing his master, there was no one alive to talk to him.
As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a faint sound coming from the corner, like someone lying there panting breathlessly.
Tang San's ears twitched and he turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.
Confinement Room In the shadow of the corner, a figure huddled there, dressed in ragged clothes and covered in dust.
Tang San's pupils shrank suddenly.
The man's face was exposed in the dim light. Although he was much thinner, unshaven, and pale, his face Tang San was absolutely unmistakable.
"Dad?"
Tang San's voice was trembling with disbelief.
The man slowly raised his head and looked at Tang San with distracted eyes. His lips moved slightly and his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
"San..."