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He can also control the direction of the Martian ejection.

Even seasoned craftsmen with decades of experience can grasp the ins and outs of the trade.

But that's when you stop to adjust after each hammer blow before dropping the next one.

This kid is hitting continuously!

continuous!

In that instant, he struck at least a hundred times, each strike with a different angle, a different point of impact, and a different force.

The goal is to ensure that each spark travels the same distance, resulting in perfectly round flames.

This isn't just practice makes perfect; it's a masterpiece.

The blacksmith's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He was just planning how to give this kid a good scolding once he made a fool of himself, to teach him a lesson he shouldn't have.

The result is now—

My face felt hot.

He had been forging iron for forty years and refining weapons for thirty years, and he believed that his skills were second to none.

But he couldn't do what he was seeing.

No, it's not that I can't do it, it's that I don't even dare to think about it.

This is no longer a difference in skill; it's a crushing defeat in terms of artistic level.

The hammering stopped abruptly.

The final hammer blow echoed through the shop.

On the forging table, the iron block that was originally three inches thick was now less than half an inch thin.

Strangely, its length and width did not increase by even a fraction.

The iron block seemed to have been compressed, its texture becoming incredibly dense, its surface gleaming with a faint metallic luster, forming a seamless whole.

Luo Chen put down the hammer and turned to look at the blacksmith.

The man was still in shock, his expression frozen, the astonishment in his eyes still lingering.

Luo Chen smiled inwardly.

This is exactly the reaction he's been waiting for.

From the moment he stepped into the blacksmith's shop, he knew this man was no ordinary person.

The steady strength he displayed while forging, the rhythm in his every move... without a doubt, this is a weapon refiner.

Moreover, its rank is not low.

The reason they stayed in this Great Spirit City to forge iron was either to hide from enemies, to avoid trouble, or for some unspeakable reason.

Regardless of the type, they are all bargaining chips that he can control.

He deliberately showed off this skill to win the man's heart.

For a weapon refiner, seeing this level of hammering skill is like a lecher seeing a courtesan or a drunkard smelling fine wine.

He didn't believe this man could remain unmoved.

However, the facade still needs to be maintained.

Luo Chen smiled apologetically and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I made your piece of iron too small. How about I compensate you with a spirit stone?"

The blacksmith suddenly came to his senses.

He glared at Luo Chen, his astonishment slowly turning into anger, and then into a state of bewilderment.

This kid—

It was clearly intentional!

A slap followed by a sweet treat?

Should we compensate with spirit stones?

After this forging process, 99% of the impurities in the iron were removed, making it incredibly pure and increasing its value by more than tenfold.

He actually said he would compensate with spirit stones?

The blacksmith took a deep breath and glared fiercely at Luo Chen for a long while.

"Kid, you're making fun of me!"

His voice was rough, but the anger in his tone had disappeared, replaced by a hint of helplessness.

"Stop pretending."

He took a step forward, his aura suddenly changing, a sharp glint flashing in his cloudy eyes. "Speak, what exactly are you here for?"

At the same time, his shoulders slumped slightly, his feet unconsciously adjusted their position, and his whole body tensed up.

This is a posture that indicates readiness to take action at any time.

Luo Chen spread his hands to indicate that he meant no harm, his smile fading slightly and replaced by a serious expression.

"Don't be nervous, sir. I mean no harm."

He leaned against the forging table and said casually, "It's just that things aren't going well at home. Thieves keep breaking in. I'd like to ask you to take this hammer and help me ward off evil spirits."

The blacksmith frowned.

Ask him to ward off evil spirits?

Something about this sounds really off.

Luo Chen didn't give him time to think it over: "If you're willing, I'm willing to offer you three thousand spirit stones every month."

He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on the piece of iron, which had been forged to be as thin as a cicada's wing.

"Add the hammering technique we just used."

"What do you think, sir?"

The blacksmith's breathing quickened instantly.

Three thousand spirit stones.

This price, if placed in Great Spirit City, could hire ten Foundation Establishment Realm guards to stand guard in shifts for a month.

But it is not important.

Spirit stones are external possessions; he has plenty of ways to obtain them.

What truly captivated him was the hammer technique.

That hammering technique left him speechless and ashamed of his own inferiority.

If a weapon refiner could obtain this hammer technique, the quality of the forged artifacts would be elevated by more than one level.

This is what he has been dreaming of, the key to his being stuck in this bottleneck for many years and unable to break through.

but--

How did this kid know what he wanted?

The blacksmith's face darkened.

His name is Lei Zheng.

This name was once renowned in the world of weapon crafting; a fifth-grade weapon crafter, just one step away from becoming a sixth-grade grandmaster.

Back then, when the Nine Flames Heaven Hammer was forged in one furnace, countless geniuses from various sects came to ask for it.

Later, due to unforeseen circumstances, he had to go into hiding and work as a blacksmith in the city of Daling.

Thirty years have passed.

He sealed his cultivation and concealed his inner energy, making a living by forging farm tools and ironware every day.

He has never revealed even a fraction of his weapon-forging skills.

How did this kid figure that out?

Not only did they see it, they also accurately grasped his Achilles' heel.

Lei Zheng's eyes turned completely cold, and a fierce glint appeared in his gaze as he stared at Luo Chen.

"Since you've seen through my identity—"

He took a step forward, and the aura he had suppressed for many years slowly emanated from him, causing the temperature in the shop to drop several degrees.

"Kid, then stop spouting nonsense."

Lei Zheng gave a cold laugh, his eyes fixed on Luo Chen.

"Your hammering technique just now was indeed somewhat attractive to me."

"But I'm not going to sell myself just because of your hammering technique."

He asked, word by word, "Tell me honestly, what exactly do you want?"

The air in the shop was stagnant.

The flames in the furnace moved automatically and swayed gently without any wind.

The iron block on the forging table still emitted residual heat, making a faint hissing sound in the silence.

Looking at Lei Zheng's fierce eyes, Luo Chen didn't back down; instead, he smiled.

The smile was faint, with a slight upturn at the corners of the mouth.

His right hand hung at his side, and with a slight twitch of his fingertips, a wisp of spiritual energy quietly wrapped around it.

The two were only three steps apart.

This distance is enough for Lei Zheng to make three shots.

That's enough for Luo Chen to retaliate five times.

Outside the shop, someone was leading a donkey cart past on the street, the hooves clattering.

The shop was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Lei Zheng was waiting.

Let's wait for this kid to give an explanation.

If explained well, perhaps there's something to discuss.

Poor explanation —

Then don't blame me for teaching you a lesson!