"Done!"
Lu Chen flipped his wrist, put away the forging hammer that was still hot, and handed it to the staff waiting next to him.
It seems that this forging hammer is well made, but it should be improved next time to see if it can kill metal at once and then enchant the metal.
He had a relaxed smile on his face, not hiding his excitement and complacency at all.
The key point is that I don't feel sweaty at all, but most of the other people around me are already sweating profusely.
I don't know if you are nervous or tired?
He had just finished handing in his work, and the group of old men with white hair and beards who were watching seemed to be robbing him of the treasure.
A swarm of people rushed up, stretching their necks one by one, scrambling to see how amazing the finished product of "Thousand Refinements in One Hammer Strike" is.
"Let me see! Let me see!"
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, take your turn!"
In the noisy discussion, no one noticed Tang Wulin on the stage.
Although the forging technique of Tang Wulin seems to be quite sophisticated, and the heat is controlled steadily, but compared with the jaw-dropping Thousand Refinements in One Hammer Strike of Lu Chen, it is far behind.
But the speed of Tang Wulin is really not slow.
Although his current strength is not good, it is only relatively speaking. Compared with others, his talent is still very good.
A group of old guys here are still holding the works of Lu Chen to look at. Over there, the forging hammer in his hand has already struck the final blow, and with a crisp sound, his works are freshly produced.
After handing over the forging work, Lu Chen didn't waste any time. He grabbed Tang Wulin's arm and rushed out. "Let's go, Tianhai Square is still waiting for us over there!"
The two of them disappeared in a flash, leaving behind a group of old men who were still studying their works.
One of the silver-haired old men twirled his beard and muttered in amazement, "Which association do these two little kids belong to? It's amazing that they have such ability at such a young age!"
"My apprentice, and my nephew."
Zhen Hua walked slowly from the side with his hands behind his back, his tone filled with a bit of uncontrollable pride.
When the silver-haired old man heard this, his eyes lit up, and he immediately wanted to poach someone. "What, you treat this disciple of yours..."
Only halfway through his words did he see Zhen Hua's face clearly. The second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Divine Craftsman?! Why are you here?"
The silver-haired old man's voice was trembling a little, and the confidence he had just now to poach people disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The old men around him also got excited, and they all bowed and saluted quickly, without looking like they were rushing to see the works just now.
On the other side, Lu Chen and Tang Wulin are rushing towards Tianhai Square. The spirit fighting competition over there cannot be delayed.
"I'm jealous that you are playing in the fourth round." Lu Chen said while running and panting, "I am in the third round. I guess I will have to prepare to play when I get there. Oh, I am so exhausted."
Tang Wulin nodded and kept walking. There was already a bit of fighting spirit in his eyes, and there was also a bit of desire, eager to prove himself.
When the two of them were on their way in a hurry, Ye Xinglan was crowded in the crowd at the registration office, going through the registration procedures quickly.
Ye Xinglan's eyes flashed with desire, eager to compete with Lu Chen, a young school-level officer.
Lu Chen was leaning on the railing beside the arena, playing with a shiny shell in his hand that he had picked up at the beach before and given to him by Na'er. His eyes never left the Soul Fighting Platform.
Naturally, he didn't notice that Gu Yue's eyes stayed on his hands, as if he was thinking about something.
Before the two of them chatted for long, the announcement for the third round of admission was announced on the radio.
"It's my turn." Tang Wulin stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, grinned at Lu Chen, and strode toward the field.
Lu Chen watched him come on the field, then leaned back on the railing to continue watching the game.
This game didn't last long. After Tang Wulin took a few minutes off the stage, Lu Chen was already on the list for the fourth round.
"Let's go!" Lu Chen threw the stone in his hand, caught it steadily, stood up and walked towards the contestants' tunnel.
As soon as they stood on the soul-fighting stage, the referee floated over, cleared his throat and said loudly, "The rules of the game are very simple! You just feel free to use your attack methods, don't worry about me, I will take action at the right time to keep you safe! If one party admits defeat or loses the ability to fight, it will be a direct loss! If the disparity in strength is too great, I will also stop it! Now I will give you thirty seconds to prepare, and I will count down the last five seconds - get ready to start!"
As soon as the referee finished speaking, Lu Chen looked at his opponent opposite.
The guy looked young, but his face was tense and there was sweat on his forehead. He was obviously nervous.
Before the referee finished speaking, he suddenly released Martial Soul.
That is a good quality Martial Soul, but unfortunately it is Dragon Martial Soul, Fire Dragon Martial Soul.
Immediately afterwards, two circles of yellow Soul Ring slowly rose from his feet. Against the backdrop of Martial Soul, he looked somewhat imposing.
"Five, four, three, two, one! Start!"
The referee's countdown had just expired, Lu Chen didn't even have time to release Martial Soul, it was Word Spirit•Emperor.
That invisible pressure was like Mount Tai, covering the entire Soul Fighting Platform in an instant.
The face of the fire dragon soul master on the opposite side turned pale, and the shadow of the fire dragon behind him disappeared instantly, and Martial Soul immediately collapsed.
The whole person's legs went weak, and he half-knelt on the ground with a "pop", holding his hands on the ground and still shaking slightly.
Upon seeing this, the referee immediately floated in front of the soul master and shouted coldly, "You can't even withstand the pressure of your opponent, get off!"
After saying that, the referee turned his head again, a friendly smile instantly appeared on his face, and handed over a brand new number plate. "That's good, young man. Take this and advance to the next round!"
Lu Chen took the number plate, nodded to the referee, turned around and jumped off the soul fighting platform.
Not far after he stepped off the stage, he saw Gu Yue, Xie Xie and Tang Wulin standing not far away waiting for him.
Xie Xie even came over directly, patted Lu Chen on the shoulder and joked, "Brother Chen, what a coincidence, hahaha, your opponent Martial Soul is actually a dragon!"
Lu Chen shrugged and said with a smile, "It's fate, destiny is ours."
"That's not the case!" Gu Yue raised his chin, unable to hide the smile at the corners of his mouth, and with a confident light in his eyes, "Our goal this time is to win the championship, and no one can try to steal it! But having said that, the individual battles in the morning are just appetizers. The real tough battle still depends on the team battle in the afternoon!"
Xie Xie When he heard the word team battle, he immediately became energetic. He rubbed his hands and came over and asked, "Then how are we going to have a team battle in the afternoon?"
"I, Gu Yue, Xie Xie." Lu Chen said casually. Obviously, this game has nothing to do with Tang Wulin.
After all, his strength is still too weak compared to them. Since the goal is to win the championship, he must go all out.