e able to produce more four-word battle armors. At that time, the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy would truly benefit. 。This time's Dou Ling, Xing Luo's journey, made him grow a lot. His thoughts in his h...Today's second chapter is here, once again I beg for recommendations and collections to support me. Today there will be a minimum of four updates oh. Let's rush the rankings, let's rush the rankings, brothers and sisters of Tang Men, accompany me in creating glory!

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"Come in." Meng waved to Tang Wulin.

"Oh."

Following Meng into the studio, Tang Wulin found himself in a chaotic space. The hall was littered with various metal components. He could only barely recognize that many of these parts probably belonged to soul導 mecha.

Gang didn't stop, continuing to walk inward. He hurried to follow along.

Though the exterior seemed small, the interior was quite spacious. After passing through a corridor, Meng still led Tang Wulin into another room.

There was a workbench in the room, which was still too high for Tang Wulin to reach at his current height.

"Ma stop his steps, turned around to face Tang Wulin, and said: 'Do you know what forging is' "

Tang Wulin shook his head blankly.

"Actually, I didn't really want to take you on. You're too young and not suited for forging. But your father insisted on letting you try. If you try it and find it's not for you, just leave. Don't come crying to me, understand"

"I won't cry, Uncle Mang," Tang Wulin said stubbornly.

"This is your task for today," Mang said. He pointed to the side.

On the ground beside it, there was a half-meter-high metal platform with a circular metal disc on top. Below was a soul guidance screen.

"Meng took two expertly crafted metal hammers from beside him and handed them to Tang Wulin. "See that circular metal piece Strike it one thousand times with these hammers, five hundred on each side. Only when you exert sufficient force will the counter start counting. It's roughly the strength needed to lift the hammer and bring it down. Once you're done, I'll tell you about what forging is. If you can't complete it, then you might as well not come."

Done, he jammed a pair of metal hammers into Tang Wulin's hands and turned to leave.

The metal hammer has a handle about a foot long and a cylindrical head half a foot long, with a diameter of about ten centimeters across. Each one weighs about ten jin. For a child only six years old, this is already quite a heavy weight to handle. Let alone swinging it around to strike things.

When Tang Wulin saw the hammer, he also grimaced. However, when he took it from Meng's hands, he was surprised to find that the pair of hammers didn't seem as heavy as he imagined.

Is he scary Uncle Mang looks fierce, but he's actually a pretty good person.

Tang Wulin's face showed a glimmer of understanding. He raised his hammer in his right hand and swung it down at the circular metal plate.

"Bang!" The metallic clang startled him. The soul導 screen below seemed to be activated, and as it lit up, a numeral one popped out on the screen.

With his left hand, he swung the hammer and brought it down with a resounding "bang!"

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It doesn't seem too difficult! Tang Wulin swung his arms and started hammering.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!" The continuous hammering caused the numbers on the screen to jump constantly. The hammer didn't seem too heavy; at least Tang Wulin didn't feel much burden. A pair of iron hammers hammered relentlessly, and the numbers below continued to increase.

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By the time he reached one hundred strikes, sweat had already begun to bead on his skin. At three hundred strikes, his arms started to ache.

Persist, Dad, persistence is victory!

Enduring the burning ache, Tang Wulin continued to swing his twin hammers.

After five hundred, the soreness finally turned into a burning pain, but he still persevered, refusing to stop.

The aching sensation was growing stronger. Tang Wulin's arms were already beginning to flush slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

He kept telling himself in his heart, "I must work hard to learn forging so I can earn money to buy soul spirits. This way, my parents will be happy, and I can also protect Nali."

After seven hundred swings, his arms were starting to feel heavy and it was becoming difficult to lift the hammer. The speed of his swings had noticeably decreased.

But he still gritted his teeth and persisted, sweating profusely. The school uniform issued by the academy was already plastered to his body, with sweat dripping constantly. But just then, Tang Wulin suddenly felt a numbness in his tailbone, and his whole body trembled like an electric shock. The original soreness actually lessened by a few points. The hammer, which he had already felt was very heavy, also became lighter again.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The continued pounding, the remaining three hundred strikes, no longer seemed so heavy.

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“A thousand!” The number finally jumped to the spot Mang requested. Tang Wulin only then put down his twin hammers, breathing heavily. He could feel the pain in his palms, the soreness in his arms that felt like they weren’t even his own. Besides that, there was a sense of exhilaration, a numbness from his tailbone spreading up to his neck, back and forth, breaking free from the restraints.

What he couldn't see was that faint golden lines were also moving along with the numbness, constantly wandering around his spine.

It took him five full minutes to catch his breath.

"Uncle Meng, I'm done." Tang Wulin had searched for half a day before finally finding Meng in a room, sitting there fiddling with a part.

He was stunned for a moment, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and realized that it had only been half an hour since he gave Tang Wulin the mission.

"Are you done smashing"

"Yeah!" Tang Wulin nodded.

Seeing him covered in sweat, Meng didn't question further. He always preferred to speak with facts. Getting up, he brought Tang Wulin back to the previous room.

A thousand, a huge number appeared before his eyes. The instrument was set up by him himself; a six-year-old child naturally couldn't cheat. But it was still unbelievable.

Two iron hammers, to him they were certainly not light, but by no means hollow. Each one weighed a solid ten pounds. An average adult male, wielding such hammers for a thousand strikes, would probably find his arms too sore to lift, let alone complete half the task. Even less so for a child of only six years old.

The test Meng gave was really just a way to decline. He got along well with Tang Ziran, so he didn't want to directly refuse, but he really wasn't willing to teach a six-year-old child who he thought couldn't learn blacksmithing at all.

Just the present-day Qian...

"Hit me again, I won't stop, don't stop," Mang said in a deep voice.

"Good." Tang Wulin picked up his hammer again. He rested for a while, and the soreness in his arms lessened somewhat.

"Bang, bang, bang..." each hammer blow fell without any technique, no leverage, just that simple, direct pounding on the metal block.

Based on his experience forging in the mountains, just by taking a few glances, he was certain that this child possessed the strength to wield these hammers and perform the hammering.

Could this be the legendary gift of being differentg Sect's help to Star Luo and Dou Ling countries besides avoiding war, is probably also intended to leave a back door. 。At least for now, the gates of Star Luo and Dou Ling are always open to Tang Sec...