Two days later, Diya's Battle Qi had also reached the point where it flowed smoothly at his command. Though its power was limited by being low-grade, attribute-less Battle Qi, it could still add a little to his attack strength.
This time, Diya did not bring Nataya with him. Instead, he went alone to the Ironforge Weapon Workshop.
"Haha, you're here. The weapons are all ready," the dwarf said with a hearty laugh. He picked up the refined steel heavy swords set to one side and handed them to Diya. "Take a look. Weapons made by our Ironforge Workshop are absolutely top-notch."
The three heavy swords each had a blade one meter and twenty centimeters long, and measured a total of one meter and fifty centimeters including the hilt. The blade started at three fingers wide near the hilt and gradually broadened toward the end, reaching four fingers in width just before the tip. Then came a beautiful finish, the two curved edges meeting in a sharp point.
The blades were a faint grayish white throughout, glinting with a cold, eerie sheen. Their edges looked incomparably sharp. The crossguards were simple X-shapes, like two bones crossed together, while the round black hilts were engraved with fine lines that made them feel exceptionally comfortable in the hand.
"Each heavy sword weighs a hundred jin," the dwarf said as he looked at Diya. Though Diya was sturdier than before, he was still only a little over one meter sixty due to his age—not even one meter seventy—and he did not look like some burly mass of muscle. The dwarf even doubted whether Diya could lift the heavy sword.
But when Diya gripped the heavy sword in one hand and swung it in a chopping slash, the dwarf's eyes widened. To wield a hundred-jin