Even Chen Ping had not expected a forging effect that only a Saint-grade blacksmith could produce to emerge from his hands at this moment.
But as he looked at the recoilless hammer in his hand, with its two modifier effects, Chen Ping smiled, then struck even harder at the meteoric iron ingot before him, which had already undergone Saint-grade Thousand Refinement.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Terrifying explosive reports traveled down from the top floor, one after another.
For a time, even the laboratories with the best soundproofing in the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy could not completely shut out Chen Ping's terrifying hammering.
An hour later, Lin Jiayi stood outside the laboratory door, his face full of hesitation, unsure whether he should force open the door to Chen Ping's-no, Mo Fang's-laboratory.
According to the reports from several laboratories below, the intense explosive reports from Chen Ping's laboratory had already seriously disrupted their experiments.
Lin Jiayi knew perfectly well that the teachers in those laboratories were not making things up.
After all, merely standing outside the laboratory door, he could already feel those shattering reports, each hammer blow sounding as though someone were striking the crown of his skull with a chisel.
Who could withstand such overbearing noise?
Utterly overbearing, utterly violent!
As the sounds of violent pounding inside the laboratory began surging, soaring, and swelling with the passage of time, Lin Jiayi felt as though his head were about to split from the vibrations.
Just then, Jing Hongchen appeared in the corner of Lin Jiayi's eye.
The plump little old man had lost quite a bit of hair over the past year.
First, a large stockpile of strategic supplies had been stolen; then his attempt to suppress a rival and seize his achievements had failed. Feeling that his fortunes had