Chapter 36: Let You Witness What's Called Divine Skill!

  "Qian Jin..." Francis reached out to grab Qian Jin, wanting to speak, but found that Qian Jin's eyes didn't have the slightest fear of Lucas like other blacksmiths did. The iron hammering technique that was almost like a dance just now hadn't put any pressure on him at all.

  Qian Jin looked at Lucas and Francis, smiling twice. The skill just now was far from the Black Ironsmith in the endless world. With such skills, it's arrogant to be so proud, and with such skills, there's no need for people to be so wary.

  "Boss, Uncle Francis, lend me your hammer for a bit."

  A dry sentence, raised everyone's doubts. How to borrow two hammers? Ironing is precise, it seems that only one hammer is needed, right? Is it being intimidated by Lucas and losing confidence?

  Kanjirou smiled as he snatched the iron hammer from Franlin and Fransis, then went to the iron furnace and said to Rukasu's subordinate, "Trouble you, heat it up."

  Lucas's beard jumped up, his eyes uncomfortably staring at Gan Jing, this kid really didn't understand what courtesy meant, actually daring to use his own subordinates?

  In front of everyone, Lucas couldn't say anything else, so he just laughed and said: "For a blacksmith, burning fire is also an art. Since there's no excellent fire-starter in Franlin's blacksmith shop, you can help this kid out."

  Franklin grunted again in frustration, unable to refute Lucas's words. Firing was also a very important task for blacksmiths, and indeed no one in the blacksmith shop could surpass Lucas's firing skills.

  The iron ingot was red-hot, and with a loud clang, he used the tongs to clamp it onto the anvil. In that instant, he picked up the two large iron hammers placed beside him, drawing everyone's attention. This kid really wants to use two hammers?

  Lucas hugged his arms in front of his chest and laughed triumphantly. The young man was indeed impatient. He had only shown a bit of elegance in ironing, but he actually wanted to win by imitating the ironing action?

  Clang! The iron hammer collided with the red-hot anvil for the first time, producing a soul-stirring crashing sound. Lucas's smile also stiffened at the same time.

  The iron anvil was struck, and without the restraint of the iron tongs, it suddenly jumped away from the anvil and somersaulted in mid-air. The second hammer of Gan Jing had already arrived: Clang!

  Another loud crash, before the crowd had a chance to catch their breath, Qian Jin's hammer fell swiftly and violently on the iron anvil.

  Lucas's hammering on the anvil was clumsy and barely qualified as agile footwork.

  Then, the dry and powerful hammers were in battle! The two iron hammers played a fierce war song! The sound of the golden spear was like pulling everyone into the thrilling and breathtaking war in an instant!

  Lucas's eyes widened in shock, what...what is going on?

  Franklin's eyeballs almost flew out of their sockets. Yesterday's dry iron wasn't like this, ah! How did it become like this after a night? Did he intentionally hold back yesterday? Was he infuriated by Lucas today? So he brought out his full strength?

  Metal was struck and jumped up, metal was hit again to strike the iron anvil, no need for a fixed position of pliers, two iron hammers in Qian Jin's hand kept adjusting the position of the iron mold, always controlling it within.

  "Fire! Don't stop!"

  "Throw the iron ladle onto the anvil!"

  "Keep burning fire and put another iron ingot inside!"

  The powerful hands danced with the iron hammer, issuing various commands from time to time, making the onlookers gasp in amazement. Two pieces of iron clashed and bounced back, three pieces of iron clashed and bounced back...

  The three pieces of iron gradually became two, and the two pieces of iron became one. The scorching sparks flew out in all directions, making a hissing sound, as if the small anvil was bursting with colorful fireworks.

  The iron mold was shrinking non-stop, and Lucas's heart, who was watching the ironing, was also shrinking non-stop. His hands had unknowingly clenched into fists at some point, and the two golden whiskers connecting his upper lip were jumping up and down non-stop.

  Iron, can actually be played like this? Franlin looked at Fransi and found that Fransi was also looking back at Franlin with an extremely surprised gaze.

  Qianjin obviously didn't intend to stop forging, the large hammer in his hand hooked into the scorching hot furnace and pulled out the fourth piece of iron ingot that had been heated to a fiery red!

  Lucas's heart was also shrinking, and the muscles on his face were twitching constantly. The members of the Flame Adventure Team had long forgotten their previous suspicions about Qianjin.

  This extremely young warrior apprentice is using the two large hammers in his hands to perform a miracle for everyone.

  For those who have nothing to do, these two hours should be extremely long, but when watching Qianji's forging, they pass by in a flash, as if only a few minutes have passed, and the two hours are already over!

  Clang! Another metallic collision sounded, and the iron hammer in Qianjin's hand spun around his palm, throwing the already forged fine iron into the water.

  Hiss! The sound of metal that would never change after being tempered, making contact with cold water once again rose up, and white steam wafted around the dry, tense body.

  He put down the two heavy and uneven iron hammers, patted his hands to one side, and in a tone similar to Lucas' not long ago, said: "For fairness, I won't evaluate it myself. Mr. Lucas, if you are still a true blacksmith, please evaluate it."

  Lucas's face had lost its previous pride and ruddiness, his eyebrows were twisted together, as if a tangled mess was entwined.

  Gradually, Lucas's solemn and cautious expression faded away, countless joys surged up in his heart, the corners of his mouth hooked a faint smile, looking at Gan Jing with a condescending gaze: "Young man, ironwork is not a circus performance, you've already taken a wrong turn on the path of forging, just now's ironwork indeed looked extremely magnificent, unfortunately..."

  Lucas gently wiggled his fingers, with a hint of disdain in his cold smile: "You've overlooked one thing, two hours' time, you only forged one piece of refined iron, even if it's high-quality second-grade refined iron, the quantity is too small, can't compare to my two pieces of second-grade refined iron."

  The blacksmith of Ruka's iron box wiped away the big sweat all over his body, and a triumphant smile appeared on his face. In Auckland or Lucas, the blacksmith is the strongest!

  The blacksmiths behind Fran's back had their faces change from initially flushed to dull, and their breathing became low and depressed. The Flame Adventurers' eyes turned more towards Lucas.

  He casually scratched his hair: "Let's take a look at the refined iron first, shall we?"

  "Good!" Lucas adjusted his collar and walked towards the water bucket with his head held high, as if inspecting troops like a general, every step he took was full of momentum.

  "What is...?" Lucas saw the fine iron in the water and was slightly stunned.

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