Blacksmith Association, President's Office.
Divine Blacksmith Lou Gao sat alone at ease, unhurriedly pouring himself a cup of clear tea. The warm fragrance drifted through the air. He took a light sip, looking relaxed and content as he let out a satisfied sigh.
"Ah... this is the good life."
The Blacksmith Association was now flourishing, its reputation spreading far and wide, and Lou Gao deserved much of the credit. Of the three great divine blacksmiths of the age, Tang Hao had vanished into hiding, while Titan possessed brute strength but lacked the talent for meticulous forging research. Only Lou Gao himself had reached the pinnacle of divine blacksmithing with nothing but his consummate, peerless forging artistry. Despite merely possessing the cultivation of a Soul Sage, he stood at the summit of divine blacksmiths, looking down upon the entire Douluo forging world.
Outside, the discussions of the passing blacksmiths came through clearly.
"Have you heard? Master Si Long is competing with someone in forging!"
"I heard about it ages ago. I really wonder which overconfident junior dared to challenge Master Si Long."
"Across all of Douluo, other than the three great divine blacksmiths, Master Si Long is one of the foremost forging masters. Competing with him is no different from asking to be humiliated."
"Exactly. It'll just be a one-sided crushing victory."
Listening to the idle chatter outside, Lou Gao's lips curled slightly into a faint smile.
"Si Long is actually competing with someone... No need to think about it. It'll be another one-sided result."
It was perfectly normal for blacksmiths to spar and compare their skills, but across the entire continent, there were only a handful of people truly qualified to stand on equal footing with Si Long.
Lou Gao raised his teacup, about to take another sip.
Then suddenly—