"Haha, President Lou, you certainly are straightforward. In that case, I won't keep you guessing."
"I did indeed come today to see what you masters are capable of."
As Myles spoke, he turned the Shadow-Shooting Sand in his hand. "This is called Shadow-Shooting Sand. Even an ordinary person can unleash a powerful attack with it. Even a Soul Grandmaster would die a miserable death if struck."
With that, he raised his eyebrows and swept his gaze over Lou Gao and his many disciples.
It was as though he were asking, Do you have anything like this?
Shadow-Shooting Sand!?
What the hell was that?
Meanwhile, strange expressions appeared on everyone's faces, Lou Gao's included.
"Bishop Myles, if you knew the first thing about forging, you wouldn't say that. You'd even find your own words laughable."
It was Lou Gao's youngest disciple, Si Kai, who spoke.
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth involuntarily lifted into a faint smile.
He had no idea who had duped Myles into coming here to provoke the Blacksmith Association and doing something so foolish.
"Haha, let me put it this way. Never mind that tiny thing in your hand-even the powerful bows and crossbows issued to the military can barely inflict meaningful damage on a Soul Grandmaster. Any Soul Grandmaster killed by it probably wasn't using soul power to defend themselves, right?"
Another of Lou Gao's disciples, Si Yu, laughed aloud.
"Hmph!"
Lou Gao also snorted, folding his arms across his chest with a look of utter disdain.
Never mind his disciples-even he had never forged a weapon with such tremendous power.
In other words, if they could truly forge a treasure like that, how could master artisans hold such low status?
"This iron plate offers roughly the same defense as an average Soul Grandmaster.