Legend of the dragon king

281-290

Chapter 281 - The Heart is the Hammer, the Martial Soul is the Guide

At that moment, he was no longer Tang Wulin the soul master, but Tang Wulin the blacksmith. He had stagnated for three years at the fourth-rank. Nevertheless, he had kept steadily forging and consolidating his foundation at the fourth rank.

Tang Wulin's eyes flew open and with the push of a button, the molten chunk of heavy silver appeared.

He sucked in a deep breath and straightened his back.

"This brat isn't normal at all!" Elder Cai said to Zhuo Shi.

He had also noticed it. "Judging by how well he carries himself, he must've had a good teacher. I'm looking forward to seeing what heights he will reach with his potential and foundation. I heard that the Blacksmith's Association's greatest genius is a young girl named Mu Xi, a fourth-rank blacksmith yet to reach twenty years old. Looks like I'll have to pay the Blacksmith's Association a visit and find this kid a good master. Maybe he can reach the same level as that Mu Xi."

Tang Wulin began.

Three crisp rings rang throughout the room as he lightly tapped the metal with his hammer, breaking the silence.

Power pooled at Tang Wulin's feet and ran up his spine, surging into his arm then his wrist. Tang Wulin twisted his body, the air whistling past as he simultaneously swung his two hammers in an explosive strike.

Two booms thundered out, the sound loud enough that the entire room and glass window panes trembled.

My god! Is he forging or is he trying to smash apart that table?

Zhuo Shi's eyes flashed in surprise as he felt his body resonate with Tang Wulin's strike. He then frowned, quickly releasing a strange aura to dispel the sensation.

Tang Wulin whirled around, using the momentum of the rebounding force of the hammers to attack the heavy silver with greater ferocity than before.

The room reverberated with the resulting blasts of sound. If one listened carefully though, one could hear quieter, fragmented rumbles.

The thunderous booms and subdued rumbles slowly fused together into a fantastical rhythm, every beat of his strikes wild and deafening. Still, it made everyone's blood race and their fingers twitch.

Tang Wulin continued to rain his hammers down on the metal, each swing powered by his full strength. The heavy silver began to shrink under his furious tempest, slowly revealing minute transformations that began to shine with a muted brilliance.

Zhuo Shi knitted his brows, turning to Elder Cai as he asked, "Have you ever seen forging like this? I don't seem to remember blacksmiths doing it this way."

Elder Cai was similarly bewildered. "I agree, that's definitely not a normal forging technique, but it does seem familiar. I think I recognize it. Though it looks wild, it has a delicate rhythm to it. Do you hear it? This brat's hammers aren't bad. They have the rare stacked hammers effect, and he can actually fully control them. He's definitely a third-rank blacksmith at the very least. The Blacksmith's Association has done well to hide a thirteen-year-old third-rank blacksmith like him!"

Zhuo Shi smiled, his eyes curving upward with satisfaction. "As expected of my granddisciple."

Elder Cai rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah, he's your granddisciple. Just don't fight with me over that girl."

He snorted in response. "She's also my granddisciple. Seeing how your relationship with her is already so strained, I don't think she'd be willing to accept you as her master. You know the saying, when the heavens bring calamity, there is a chance of forgiveness, but when one has sinned, there is no escaping punishment."