Yang Yi delivered the finished hammer to Old Man Ba that very day. After receiving it, the old man stood still for a while, as though he had crashed, and only made his next move nearly two minutes later.
He was probably surprised and taken aback. It was, after all, such a unique smithing hammer.
Then Balie lightly tapped his own forehead with the hammer. A Pulse Impact followed, shattering a large number of worms on the spot and knocking Balie himself flat on the ground.
Just as Ma Hou, who stood behind them, was about to ask what on earth Yang Yi had done, Balie sprang upright from the ground, grabbed the hammer, and began hammering away at a far faster pace than before. The rhythm was positively jaunty, and his inspiration was visibly overflowing.
As for the scattered and even shattered worms, they either crawled back or were devoured by other worms, returning to Balie's body.
From then on, Balie's smithing process became... stopping, apparently getting stuck, then hitting himself in the head with the hammer before resuming his work as though pumped full of stimulants, over and over.
Through repeated heating and hammering, the glossy black metal beneath his hammer gradually took shape. His efficiency had improved by far more than a little-it had multiplied several times over.
"That... actually works?"
Ma Hou was dumbfounded. He looked back at Yang Yi, feeling that Yang Yi was much stranger than he was.
At most, he drank a little and painted a little. He would never turn someone else into something this bizarre.
Yang Yi watched for a while, only leaving after confirming that Balie could make good use of the smithing hammer and that there was no danger.
He had already figured out what Balie was making: a