“Chu Long, I still need heavy silver elite, gale wind iron, mysterious iron…”
Looking at the craftsmen fighting tooth and nail, even getting into physical conflicts over the materials, Li Mo sighed.
After rattling off a string of materials like it was a grocery list, he said, “I have Little Princess Jiang, the treasure girl, born with sword bone; whatever you want, I can get it. How are you all going to deal with that?”
Little Li lifted his chin.
“Ice Sister, Brother Li wants the materials; I’ve already got them all.”
Swish—
Various types of leftover weaponry flew in from the weapon mountain, like weary birds returning to their nests.
“I even have my great treasure, Ice Chunk. Ten thousand swords bow to me! Whatever you need, just name it; how will you respond to that?”
Little Li puffed his chest out, looking all high and mighty next to his Ice Chunk.
If it were his master, everyone here would definitely be interrogated; every other person would be shouting, “The Black One speaks!”
But Little Li was different; he preferred to keep a low profile.
He enjoyed being quiet and acting like a master.
One couldn’t deny that Little Li had already learned the essence of fighting from the King of Fighters; essentially, he was surpassing the master. Standing there, not saying a word, he held Ice Chunk’s delicate hand and gave it a little squeeze, the corner of his mouth curving up.
As if to say, “I want the materials, and you all have to eat the dog food too. What do you say?”
At first, no one could see his expression, but the National Landscape Diagram was projected, and his silent arrogance was visible to the entire Imperial Capital.
Seeing this scene, everyone slightly leaned back, gasping in shock.
“Is there still the law? Is there still justice~~~~?”
“Are you kidding? I thought I came to a weapon forging convention! You lured me in here to k*ll me, right?!”
“Refund, refund!”
“Hahaha, if I were His Majesty, I’d send one of you to the North Sea and another to the South Border!”
The audience was in an uproar, full of anger.
“Ha, a bunch of clueless folks.”
In the audience, a swordsman in white snorted coldly, seemingly unimpressed by the bewildered crowd.
“With your way of speaking, do you even understand how forging works?” someone next to him turned around with a unfriendly glance.
“I don’t.”
“If you don’t understand, what’s with all this bravado…”
“I’m already used to eating this kind of dog food; I don’t get what you’re all arguing about.”
Bai Jinghong’s expression was indifferent.
Beside him, Cao Mu nodded while hugging his sword, and Wu Chushu wiped the drool from his mouth and quickly transformed into a poker face.
“….”
The onlookers fell into contemplation.
What are you all so proud of?
At this time, at the entrance of the Sword Furnace Plaza.
“Good thing I made it.”
Xiao Qian, carrying a broken sword, had a black eye on his left.
Next to him, Huang Donglai sported a black eye on his right.
He had been traveling out and about, racing against time but almost missed the opening of the forging conference. Luckily, he ran into Huang Donglai halfway.
Initially, he had noticed Huang Donglai because his teacher had told him that this guy was packed with dozens of types of poison all over his body.
Why say at least? Because there were also hundreds of varieties he didn’t recognize and was unsure of their effects.
Xiao Qian was all about being cautious and steady in the martial world.
Through his master’s consciousness soul probing, he discovered this guy had been tailing him, so he set a trap, hiding in ambush…
But he never expected.
Huang Donglai, also all about being cautious and steady…
In his arms, a small stone had detected an abnormal consciousness soul wave.
That handsome guy with the short sword seemed to be using a secret technique to probe him!
He decided to play it clever, setting a trap, hiding in ambush…
Two top-notch schemers, meeting an ultimate master schemer, it was bound to be a heated battle… or rather a mess! They couldn’t even break each other’s strategies!
After a while, one ended up with panda eyes, finally recognizing the other’s identity—they were both friends of Brother Li.
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Meanwhile, they weren’t actually following each other; it was just a coincidence on the road…
So the two decided to stick together.
“We can’t have come to the wrong place; this is about the weapons we’ll use in the Qianlong Conference, we can’t be careless.”
“Exactly.”
“Why are you so certain, Brother Huang? Have you perhaps been to a forging conference before?”
Xiao Qian was confused.
Huang Donglai pointed in the distance and handed him a telescope.
After seeing the two figures on stage, Xiao Qian’s mouth twitched, and he put away the instant noodles he had just taken out, branded with an immortal name.
Such a familiar feeling of fullness.
At the same time,
In front of Li Mo, there was already a pile of leftover weapons.
While everyone else had only taken two or three pieces, he had more than ten.
“Taking so much—are you planning to craft a hammer?”
“The good-quality leftovers have all been picked by him…”
“Do you really need this many? No matter how good the material, what’s important is that it’s suitable; what’s the use of having too many?”
“Too much is as bad as too little.”
Many craftsmen and those knowledgeable about forging watched Li Mo with dubious eyes.
Can he really forge?
“This kid, does he plan to use my techniques right from the start?”
Du Wufeng’s tone was a bit uncertain.
Using his methods right off the bat? This kid can’t be that uncanny…
“Get the pot and heat the oil!”
With the fallen star flames igniting the sword furnace, a fire dragon was wrapped in primal fire essence, descending upon the Heavy Cloud Cauldron.
“Ice Chunk, I’ve shaped the sword body; the quenching is up to you!”
With that, the forty pieces were hoisted up!
Clang—
The gale wind iron, softened by heat and fried to a melt, was hammered out, with impurities bursting forth like wolf smoke.
Seeing this scene, the craftsmen gasped, losing track of the work in their hands.
The intent behind that strike…
They looked back at the judging panel.
“Not bad, he’s learned the basics, but the next step…”
Du Wufeng murmured, his eyes gleaming.
Li Mo closed his eyes, but the raging fire, the hammer, and the metal glimmered in his mind, clear as day.
This was what it felt like to hold those forty pieces.
Just swing the hammer; it felt as if divine assistance was guiding him—this was talent.
Perhaps when Little Jiang wielded her sword, and Ice Chunk comprehended martial arts, this was the kind of sensation…
“Why do I have to be just a hammer?!”
Little Li kept hammering down one heavy strike after another.
Surrounding onlookers couldn’t help but gulp.
God Hammer Little Overlord, indeed lives up to the name.
Even forging iron looks like this—what about when he fights?
Moreover, it not only looked impressive but surprisingly showcased his technique.
The host stood on the sidelines, and thus handed over the speaking rights to Du Wufeng.
Master Du explained:
“What Li Mo is demonstrating now is the layering steel method, also known as the three-metal integration.”
“The three-metal integration uses three metals of different properties, each with its strengths, to craft the outer iron, core iron, and blade; it ensures weapons are both tough and sharp.”
“Not only that, after he combines the metals, he also introduces twisting and repeated forging operations.”
“The final quality of the weapon depends on how many layers he can twist and stack.”
“This is a huge test for a craftsman! At first, it’s just about understanding the properties of the metals, but to truly integrate the three materials, he needs to synchronize the consciousness of the iron!”
“This is why the fine weapons I forge display scaled patterns on them!”
