Marvel Superheroes in China

Wu Huidao was also a bit confused. Tempering with blood? He'd never heard of that before. He even wondered if Wang Jindou was a fake master.

Seeing Qin Wu hesitate, Wang Jindou said impatiently, "If you want it, bleed him out. If not, forget it."

"Yes! 22!"

Qin Wu said in a deep voice, "I want a spirit within the spear."

He didn't know much about weapon forging and smelting, but at this moment, he felt it was better to listen to Wang Jindou.

Even if it fails, the gun won't be too bad thanks to the A-grade alloy.

If it succeeds, I'll have gotten it for free.

Of course, if we're talking about losses, all I've lost is blood. But so what? I'll just go back and have Natasha make me some chicken soup with goji berries and red dates to replenish myself.

Thinking of this, Qin Wu took out a knife and made a cut on his wrist.

With a 'click' sound.

My wrist is fine.

The fruit knife got chipped...

Upon seeing this, Wu Huida burst into laughter, rolling on the ground with mirth.

Wang Jindou rolled his eyes: "You're an internal energy martial artist, your skin is as hard as metal. An ordinary fruit knife isn't even as hard as your skin. Try using a knife made of at least D-grade alloy."

As he spoke, Wang Jindou pointed to a knife hanging on a weapon rack in the distance.

Qin Wu nodded, walked over, took a knife, placed it on his wrist, and gently slashed it.

Silently.

A gash was immediately cut open on her wrist, and blood gushed out.

Qin Wu was a master of internal energy, his blood and qi surging like a torrent, his heart functioning like a pump. After his blood vessels were opened, fresh blood gushed out under immense pressure, like water from a jet gun.

In just over ten seconds, the quenching tank was already half submerged.

"Is that alright, senior?"

"Stop talking nonsense, fill it up."

"what?"

Qin Wu was taken aback. He thought to himself, if you fill the two-meter-long quenching tank, that would take at least four liters of blood, right?

Even though my heart is pounding like a pump, and even though I'm a master of internal energy, I'm still feeling dizzy after losing so much blood.

With this thought in mind, thanks to his internal energy and physical strength, the wound on his wrist that had been opened healed within a dozen seconds...

With gritted teeth, Qin Wu picked up the knife again and made another cut.

With a 'sizzle' sound, blood spurted out again.

"Is that alright, senior?"

"Give me some more."

"what?"

Qin Wu felt his body go weak, but he gritted his teeth and made another cut on his other wrist.

Wu Huida gasped in shock at the sight. So much blood? While it might not have a significant impact on a martial artist… it was still incredibly gruesome!

Luckily, I don't need to forge divine weapons. Luckily, the armory in the Western Garrison has a large stock, so I can pick and choose whatever I want.

Luckily, the boxing style I practiced wasn't as picky as Qin Wu's...

Finally, the quenching tank was filled.

Even Qin Wu, a master of internal energy, turned pale at this moment.

His physical attributes as a master of internal energy are true, as is his invulnerability to water and fire. But the problem is, losing so much blood at once is unbearable, even for an elephant, let alone a human.

When the health bar is full.

At this moment, Wang Jindou suddenly grabbed the red-hot spear and began to quench it...

However, it wasn't quenched in blood, but in another quenching tank next to it. That quenching tank contained tung oil.

'call'

'zizi'

Instantly, the tung oil in the tank burst into flames. And the spear continued to emit wisps of blue smoke.

While quenching, Wang Jindou said, "Quench it once first, then temper it. Then use your blood to quench it again. Your blood isn't the main part of the quenching. The main quenching is actually done in the tung oil 353; once that's done, the gun is ready."

As he spoke, Wang Jindou picked up the quenched spear again and placed it back in the furnace to continue heating. While heating, he used his true energy to blow on the fire, making it even more intense and larger.

In just half a minute, the spear was red-hot again. Wang Jindou took it out of the furnace as soon as it was red-hot.

He glanced at a large vat next to him, then suddenly plunged the barrel of his gun into it.

At this moment, Qin Wu and his companion also noticed that the vat was filled to the brim with extremely fine 'steel shot' and some iron filings of an unknown metal. And among these iron filings and steel shot, there seemed to be some kind of liquid present.

As soon as the spear pierced the hole, wisps of smoke rose up with a hissing sound.

Wang Jindou explained, "The Grade A alloy is so dense that the resulting gun barrel is very smooth. Sometimes you might slip out of your hand and have to put it in iron filings and steel shot for a second quenching. This allows some fine steel shot to dissolve, naturally forming granules on the gun barrel. This is an anti-slip treatment."

Qin Wu suddenly understood, and a sense of admiration began to rise in his heart. This was truly a master.

Chapter 139: Pay the money

A moment later, Wang Jindou pulled the spear out of the vat again.

However, on the still bright red gun barrel, there were many tiny, scattered particles, which looked very tactile.

Wu Huida, who had previously doubted Wang Jindou, dared not speak now, her eyes filled with admiration.

Can you do this?

So this is how weapons are made?

As expected of one of the top ten weapons masters, Wang Jindou truly lives up to his reputation.

Wang Jindou ignored the two men, picked up the red-hot spear, walked straight to the blood quenching tank, and gently placed the spear inside.

'Zizzi'

The moment the gun came into contact with the blood, thick blue smoke billowed out.

A strong smell of blood instantly filled the air.

Besides the buzzing sound, Qin Wu also faintly heard a sound similar to a 'squeak,' like a shrill scream.

After a brief dip, Wang Jindou picked up the gun again and placed it back into the tung oil to quench it.

'Zizzi'

Smoke billowed up again.

After soaking in the tung oil for a while, Wang Jindou actually put the spear into the blood tank again.

So back and forth.

It was repeatedly put into fresh blood, and then into tung oil.

Then it was put back into the blood.

Blood flowed and dripped continuously from the large gun, looking cruel, bloodthirsty, and extremely ferocious.

Finally, the gun's bright red barrel returned to its normal color.

There was no dazzling light as I had imagined, nor any constant cold glint.

After Wang Jindou took a handkerchief and wiped all the liquid off, the gun was ready.

The gun is exactly two meters tall. Standing there, from a distance it looks like a fire poker.

The gun barrel, forged from Grade A alloy, is a plain, unadorned jet black. It's not the color of oxidized metal; it's a true, deep black.

The entire surface is non-reflective!

Simple and unadorned.

The spearhead, however, was jet black with a metallic sheen and did not reflect light.

You could say that if you threw it into a woodpile and looked at it from a distance, you wouldn't be able to tell it was a weapon.

The spearhead is long and narrow, with a hollow center, forming a very cruel triangular blood groove.

It was just a spearhead, yet it was an inch and a half long and three fingers wide. Its thickness, however, was not great; apart from the raised spine, it was only slightly thicker than an ordinary sword.

Bloodthirsty.

simple.

It was born to kill!

Qin Wu's breathing quickened. For some reason, he felt a strange, unsettling connection within him. This gun seemed to be one with him!

Wang Jindou walked back and forth with the gun in his hand, and Qin Wu could even seem to hear the faint resonance emanating from the gun.

At this moment, Wang Jindou, while carefully wiping the gun barrel, said: