Tong Ba was utterly at a loss when he saw this. When he had heard Lu Meng's rumors that day, he had merely thought them exaggerated, perhaps Lu Meng had overstated things to conceal his own defeat. How could there be anything in this world so heavy?
Yet when his master heard the rumor, his eyes had lit up. The things of this world were strange and varied. The Weapon Forging Gate made its living by forging weapons, and the sect's records naturally contained accounts of the world's wonders. Tong Ba knew little, but Si Yakong had a clear idea in his heart.
Even so, by Si Yakong's estimation, even a long sword or other weapon forged from the heaviest material would not be beyond Tong Ba's ability to lift, so long as it was not some enormous hammer. That was why Tong Ba had challenged Zhang Xiaohua with such confidence.
That long sword was not eye-catching; it was clearly just a sword blank. Tong Ba had thought that with his own strength, there was no way he would fail to lift it. Yet reality had surpassed all expectation. He had not even been able to catch it. Naturally, he turned back to look at his master, who had repeatedly assured him that he would definitely not lose face.
Si Yakong was even more astonished. He seemingly had not expected this outcome either. He looked at Zhen Xuan, whose face was likewise filled with shock, and the two rose together and entered the arena. Zhang Xiaohua did not seem surprised to see them come out. Hadn't the purpose of this contest been to draw out his long sword? If these two grandmasters of weapon forging had not come forward, Zhang Xiaohua would truly have doubted his own intelligence.
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