At this moment, everyone did their best to remain quiet. They stood there in silence, not daring to make the slightest sound.
It was not that they did not want to speak, but dozens of powerful auras from the jury and the entire judges' stand began spreading outward.
That overwhelming pressure bore down on everyone, leaving them too afraid to make any rash moves.
The elderly man standing closest to Li Moxun was staring fixedly at his forging.
Time passed from morning to noon, then into the afternoon. At around two o'clock, Li Moxun's final hammer fell lightly.
As the metal began to tremble, abundant vitality flowed through it.
Seeing the sheen emanating from the metal, the old man's pupils contracted. Then shock and wild delight filled his eyes.
"Spirit Forging, it really is Spirit Forging!"
"Damn it, this old man actually saw a genuine Spirit Forging blacksmith in the youth division."
"Are you sure this isn't some joke? A Spirit Forging blacksmith under fifteen!"
As he spoke, the old man knocked on his own head. His huge eyes were filled with disbelief.
It was not as though he had never seen a Spirit Forging blacksmith before. He himself was even a Level Seven master blacksmith capable of Soul Forging, yet he had never witnessed anything like this.
A ten-year-old boy had actually completed Spirit Forging, and done so beautifully, without the slightest disruption to his rhythm from start to finish.
This piece of Spirit Forged metal was practically perfect. It could even be used directly to forge a two-word Battle Armor without any further processing.
A hallmark of master-level forging skill was now laid out before him. A boy barely ten years old had accomplished it with ease, doing something the old man believed he could never have achieved