Chapter 72: Turning One Hundred Catties into One (Second Half)

  Since the establishment of Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy, there has never been a demon warrior in the school! Even if it is a college with better conditions than Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy, it is difficult to produce a demon warrior.

  A 9th-level warrior is a threshold! If one can break through to the 10th level, they will become an incredibly powerful Demon Vanquisher! Even the Lord of Oakland would not ignore a Demon Vanquisher, and if possible, might even offer extremely generous terms to recruit them.

  Rodriguez had a feeling that perhaps the first Demon Hunter of Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy was his most promising student, Qianjin! If he could persuade the stingy principal to take out the limited amount of Dou Shi and help Qianjin, then he would really have a chance to break through and become a Demon Hunter! This would make the entire Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy no longer be looked down upon!

  Rodriguez thought of this possibility, with an expression of joy on his face: "The exam is approaching, and the next few days won't be learning anything new. You usually study hard, even if you don't review in class, the written test shouldn't be a problem. With this time to waste, it's better to visit that person's home more often, so as to improve yourself faster. Alright! I'll give you special leave, before the trial, you don't have to attend classes for these few days, just go to that person's home every day."

  Just as he was worried that there wasn't enough time before the trial to forge a completely new sword of his own, he heard Rodriguez's words and smiled in response.

  Rodriguez smiled as he watched the figure of Gan Jing running in the distance, his heart secretly pleased. The Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy would soon have a demon warrior of its own! This time, the Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy might really have the qualifications to challenge those academies with bloodline warriors after two years.

  Ding ding...... clang clang...... Ding ding...... clang clang......

  In the early morning, Franlin's ironworkshop, a string of uninterrupted hammering sounds echoed over the backyard of the seemingly still sleeping workshop.

  Franklin rubbed his sleepy eyes and pushed open the door, looking unhappy, wanting to see who was not resting well in the early morning and coming to work so early, but he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

  With a clang! Fran Lin, the blacksmith with the most advanced forging skills at present, held that heavy iron hammer in his hand and focused on competing with several pieces of iron.

  Franklin had never seen Dryn so serious before, even when he was forging the eighth-grade fine iron a few days ago.

  The morning sun shone obliquely on Qianjin's body, and Franlin suddenly felt a hallucination in his eyes. Standing in the courtyard, waving and blowing was not the young Qianjin, but the statue of the divine blacksmith Oville standing in front of the Blacksmith Guild!

  In an instant, Franlin felt as if the long-dead Aubrey, the divine blacksmith, had appeared in his small ironworks and was teaching him the art of forging.

  "This..."

  Franklin rubbed his eyes hard and looked at the dry forging again, his jaw dropped in shock, his mouth wide open enough to swallow an apple whole.

  One piece of red-hot iron, another piece of red-hot iron, the third piece...the fourth piece...the tenth piece...

  Glowing hot iron ingots were thrown onto the anvil one after another, and then struck together by the powerful hammer in the blacksmith's hand. The sparks flying out from the impact knocked out impurities from the ingots.

  Ten iron ingots, if piled together, would form a considerable volume of material. Franklin found that the total volume of ten iron ingots after being forged and fused together was now actually smaller than one iron ingot.

  "This... how is this possible?" Franlin's facial muscles twitched: "Even... even if you were to forge a level 10 fine iron, it would be absolutely impossible to use so much iron and still maintain such a small volume."

  Qian Jin didn't notice Fran's existence, all his spiritual attention was on the iron ingot in front of him. The iron forging breathing method caused hot air to surge non-stop with each breath, and that strange hammering quickly removed impurities from the iron.

  There is no Black Iron Mine of a hundred years here in Franlin's Smithy, nor even any slightly higher-grade alien metal. Most of them are just the most ordinary iron ore.

  Since there's no good heterometal, I'll just use these ordinary iron ores to forge a Dou soldier of my own! Qian Jing had determined his goal and was forging the iron essence all along, only to discover that using these most ordinary iron ores, which couldn't even be considered high-grade iron ores, to make iron essence was also a very troublesome thing.

  One hundred kilograms of raw iron, forged from the furnace, yields only one kilogram of refined iron! This is not a case of refining one kilogram of iron from one hundred kilograms of iron ore, but rather taking the already-refined raw iron and then... it takes one hundred kilograms to produce just one kilogram of refined iron.

  In the short time of one morning, all the blacksmiths in Franlin's blacksmith shop were stunned and stared at Qianjin, who was fully focused. They had never seen such a terrifying consumption of iron ore before. Nearly a thousand kilograms of raw iron were consumed in just one morning!

  If it weren't for seeing it with his own eyes, but rather hearing others talk about such a thing, Franlin would have suspected that the other person was either not awake or bragging, how could there be someone in the world who could turn over a thousand kilograms of raw iron into nearly ten kilograms of high-grade refined iron? Is this smelting iron ore? Or is it eating iron ore?

  Francis had always thought that he was tall and strong, although his iron-forging skills were not the best in the blacksmith's shop, but his endurance in ironwork must be the strongest! This pride had disappeared without a trace not long ago.

  The whole morning's time! Gan Jing only did a few things, added charcoal, frantically pulled the bellows, and then kept swinging that huge iron hammer, one after another, not stopping for half a moment with that pile of iron ore.

  "The eleventh piece of refined iron..." Qianjin happily put away the newly forged refined iron, stretched out his hand to grab the raw iron, and suddenly found that the pile of raw iron beside him had been completely emptied.

  "Is it all gone?" Gan Jing looked at the pile of raw iron that was like a small mountain in the morning, but now it's completely empty. He frowned slightly and suddenly remembered that these materials were used by Franlin Ironworks for business, and he had unknowingly used up the entire pile while trying to forge his own battle sword.

  Waking up with a start, he looked at the surprised expressions of the people around him and scratched his head in embarrassment: "This... wasn't intentional..."

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