Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 260

Tony slammed down with all his strength and dozens of hammers in a row.

The huge reaction force was transmitted along the hammer, causing his jaw to crack and his entire arm to be sore and sore.

He lowered his head to take a closer look, and the flame that had just ignited in his heart was instantly extinguished by more than half!

The iron billet on the anvil has not shrunk at all, but the surface is still flat.

Only a simple estimate, if he wants to hammer this iron billet into shape, at least tens of millions of hammers are needed to have a chance!

"This hardness...impossible is iron!" Tony threw down the hammer, turning his head to glare at the burly robust man.

The burly robust man sat on the ground and said with a faint smile: "When did I say that that thing is 'iron'?"

"You!"

Tony was about to retort, but the words came to his mouth, but he was swallowed back.

Indeed.

No one ever said that the material on the anvil is iron.

"That can always tell me, what exactly is this thing, and what is the melting point?" Tony glared at the burly robust man and said, "Don't tell me, you don't know forging metals, you need to first It melts!"

"No need."

The burly robust man shook the head and said, "It doesn't need to melt, and it has no melting point. The method of forging it is very simple, only You just need to keep swinging the hammer.”

Tony gritted his teeth with hatred: “...this is not scientific!”

The burly robust man laughed and asked back. Said: "Then may I ask you to appear here, is it scientific?"

"..."

Tony was speechless.

“You can give up anytime you want.”

The burly robust man grinned, as if trying to persuade Tony to give up.

"Sorry."

These words aroused Tony's resistance, picked up the hammer that fell on the ground again, and said word by word: "Look at it. I don't know enough, Tony Stark can do anything, I just won't give up!"

The burly robust man sneered and said: "The premise of this sentence is... you can persevere.

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Tony turns away from arguing with him, because it doesn't make any sense.

He only needs to focus on his eyes and hammer this piece of iron into shape, and he can completely block that guy's mouth!

Sparks splash, metal collision!

The crisp and heavy percussion of iron, like a passionate symphony, reverberates in this furnace-like Heaven and Earth.

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Raise the hammer and drop it.

Raise the hammer and drop it.

Raise the hammer and drop it.

Tony didn't know how many times he repeated this meaningless action, again and again like a mechanical hammer, hitting the hard iron billet in front of him.

In the beginning.

Tony also thinks about which angle to swing the hammer to save energy and speed up.

But then...

Tony has completely given up thinking, because no matter what he considers, there is no way to speed up or shorten the progress of the forging.

The hardness of this unknown material has completely exceeded his knowledge of materials science.

Even Tony suspects that the shield made by his father is not as hard as this material, at least it won't be smashed thousands of times, not even a single dent!

No tricks.

There are no shortcuts.

The only way is to persevere!

As the burly robust man said, hammering this billet into shape requires just 'hold on' that's all.

Two simple words, and Tony didn't know how difficult it was until it was implemented.

Ten Hammers!

One hundred hammers!

A thousand hammers!

Ten thousand hammers!

100,000 hammers!

In the end, he couldn't count how many hammers he had swung.

Every time he lifts his arm, he tugs at the muscle groups in his entire body, making him feel like he's being torn apart.

The jaws of the right hand holding the hammer have long been cracked.

The spilled blood mixed with the splashing sparks, dripping on the dark iron billet, and was melted into it by the heavy blow.

The area of that extremely hard iron billet became smaller and smaller under the hammer after hammer.

Hope is near!

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every once in a while Children, the sound of the hammer will sound, like the speed of a turtle.

At this moment.

Tony's consciousness is almost completely lost, only his body's instincts are still holding on.

One hammer, another hammer.

The dark iron billet finally began to change.

The original ugly shape of the iron billet has been transformed into a sword.

"Finally...appeared?"

The change of the iron billet was captured by the burly robust man, and there was an uncontrollable excitement in his tone : "That's right...that's it, temper your soul...to shape, Tony Stark!"

The dark material was actually not metal.

It's Tony Stark soul's manifesto and Zanpakutō's original appearance!

Shigami's power can only be carried by forging!

Now...it's about to take shape!

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As the last hammer fell, the iron billet completely faded away from its original darkness, and a dazzling golden light burst out!

The knife...takes shape!

"I...success...?" Tony stared at the sword blankly, as if he couldn't believe himself, that he actually took that sword The iron billet is hammered into shape!

"Congratulations, Tony Stark."

Blink gleamed in the burly robust man's eyes: "I admit that you have conquered me, but before that, I want to ask you In your heart, what are you after? Why did you raise this sword, why did you become Shinigami."

There was a long silence.

Tony lifts the head slowly, rays of light like never before in his eyes: "To save lives, for the defenseless, for...the ones I love ."

"hmph...the belief of guarding?"

The burly robust man spread his arms and said with a big smile like thunder: "I have already I understand your beliefs, from now on I will spend my life guarding your beliefs!"

"Tony Stark!"

"I...in ."

"Grasp my blade, and...call my name!"

Raise hand, knife.

It was a simple action that took Tony minutes.

But as Tony reached for the knife, a strange feeling rose in the mind.

Om——

The terrifying spiritual pressure completely swept the space, setting off a huge storm of visible!

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Real world.

A strong hurricane suddenly rolled up, blowing the smoke and dust all around.

Green Goblin, who was chasing and killing the fleeing crowd, stopped laughing abruptly, because a man in a black long coat suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Tony Stark? You're not dead yet?" Green Goblin saw the man's appearance, his eyes slightly shrank, and he said in horror, "This is impossible...I have already seen you die. I'm dead!"

"I'm dead...but I'm back from Hell."

Tony's eyes were on fire, spiritual pressure gushing out of him out, and out of thin air gusts of wind and waves are rolled up.

An invisible oppression was approaching, and Green Goblin couldn't help but distance himself from it.

"It's over, Green Goblin."

Tony slowly pulled out the sword from his waist and inserted it into the ground.

“put the world into the palm of your hand, and analyze the truth of all things!”

“Shikai—Hephaestus!!!”