Golden Dragon Tang Wulin 2

Chapter 207 - Follow My Rhythm

“Yes. The result of our investigations verified that he came from Eastsea City’s Blacksmith’s Association. The girl next to him is Mu Chen’s daughter, who is praised as one of this generation’s greatest blacksmiths. Who would’ve thought that they’ve raised an even greater and younger genius? It seems the Eastsea Blacksmith’s Association has truly been fortunate these last few years!” A middle-aged man exclaimed beside the old man.

The white-haired old man nodded. “I want to see if this brat can surprise us again today. Investigate deeper into him. Determine his family’s circumstances and his background.”

“Elder Duan, what are your intentions?” The middle-aged man asked in surprise.

The old man smiled slyly. “Although a fair share of geniuses has come from our Skysea Blacksmith’s Association, they can’t compare with those from Eastsea. It’s important to constantly think of ways to improve our situation since the younger the blacksmith, the less polished they are. This could also be an opportunity for us.”

“I understand. I’ll arrange it right now.” The middle-aged man finally grasped the old man’s plan. He quickly made some calls with his soul communicator.  

Unaware of these events, Tang Wulin began forging.

A flash of light later, his forging hammers were in his hands. However, instead of his heavy silver hammers, they were tungsten.

He gently tapped the heavy silver, and a crisp note rang out.

Paying attention to his actions, Mu Xi copied him.

With her own thousand-refined hammers, Mu Xi’s tap issued a second, successive note.

Tang Wulin wrinkled his brows. He turned to Mu Xi and gave her a curt nod.

Although Mu Xi had yet to understand Tang Wulin’s plan, she was resolute and responded with a firm nod. Regardless of what Tang Wulin planned to do, she chose to believe in him and do as he said. If she could see what surprise Tang Wulin had up his sleeve, then so what if it ended in failure? They were still young and had plenty of opportunities waiting for them in the future.

Ding!

Tang Wulin’s hammer descended.

Mu Xi mirrored him. She felt the delay between their movements disappearing; furthermore, Tang Wulin’s strikes seemed heavier than usual, almost as if they were her own.

Moving in sync, Tang Wulin and Mu Xi raised their other hammer and smashed the metal.

The surrounding blacksmiths had also begun to forge. Many had been caught up in the tempest of Tang Wulin’s forging rhythm the day before, but today they had learned their lesson and threw themselves into the process as soon as possible.

With each resounding boom of Tang Wulin’s tungsten hammer, another soon followed.

Although Tang Wulin had slowed his pace, it still possessed a peculiar tempo to it.

Their hammers raised and fell together as they forged in unison, gradually increasing in speed and similarity.

As Tang Wulin’s hammers began to practically fly through the air, so too did Mu Xi’s.