Chapter 27: Focused Training

one, to suddenly suffer such a heavy and fatal blow would also have a considerable impact on his main body. 。Besides the lingering fear in his heart, his face was pale as a sheet. Second update, plea...Recalling all this knowledge about the silver, Tang Wulin picked up his own pair of thousand-forged tungsten steel hammers from beside him.

The tungsten steel hammer felt cool and heavy in his hand, invigorating Tang Wulin's spirit. The despondency of the past few moments seemed to vanish at this instant. In his mind, there was only one thought: Qian Dao.

The thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer is pitch black all over, but if you look closely, you'll find that there are petal-like patterns faintly visible on the hammer body. This kind of pattern is unique to the thousand-forged.

It took half an hour for the silver to reach a temperature suitable for forging in the furnace.

The silver ingot rose again, Tang Wulin's hands holding the thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer stretched out, his eyes instantly becoming focused. His right hand lifted the hammer, lightly tapping on the silver ingot with a crisp "ding ding" sound.

This blow is called testing the hammer. Before a blacksmith begins forging, they use this method to check the ductility of the metal being forged.

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Seeing his focused look, Mang secretly nodded. This child's comprehension is very high. Otherwise, it would be impossible to lay a solid foundation in just three years. He has a steady mind but is also very clever. It couldn't be more suitable for him to inherit his mantle.

The current Qian Dan is undoubtedly a very important test for him. Through his observations of Tang Wulin before, Mang believed that he had the possibility to complete it, especially after the increase in strength, physical factors were no longer enough to hinder him from completing Qian Dan.

He's only nine years old this year. If he can complete a thousand forges, he might create a record. Currently, the thousand forge record of the Blacksmith Association is held by a Saint-tier blacksmith, at eleven years, three months, and two days.

Tang Wulin naturally didn't know what Meng was thinking. He was completely focused now, all his spirit on the silver in front of him.

The left hammer swung up, with a resounding "clang" as it struck the edge of the silver ingot. The entire piece vibrated slightly. The right hammer followed, falling like lightning on the other side.

Although he hasn't undergone a thousand forging processes, the hundreds of metal parts he has produced are already numerous. Regardless of how thousand forging is done, first you have to refine the metal through hundreds of forgings, and in the process of hundred forgings, you need to feel its characteristics.

Generally, Tang Wulin's forging practice wouldn't involve such high-grade rare metals. Silver was his first attempt at forging it. He needed to feel the characteristics of this metal first before...

The double hammers rose, beginning a sustained hammering. He didn't use his full strength; the thousand-tempered tungsten steel hammers he swung with both arms were only using three to four percent of their power.

For a moment, sparks flew from the forge, their rhythmic hammering sounding like a lively percussion ensemble within the workshop.

Soon, the hundred hammer blows were finished, just as a thousand forging isn't simply striking a thousand times. A hundred forging is not merely hammering a hundred times either. It's about removing impurities within the metal and strengthening its density without damaging its internal structure.

As soon as Tang Wulin swung the hammer down, he could feel the extraordinary strength of this rare metal. First of all, the hardness of the silver surpassed any metal he had forged before, and it was incredibly elastic. With one swing of the hammer, a rebound force instantly came back, as if the silver were resisting his power.

Luckily, Tang Wulin hadn't used his full power to forge. This allowed him ample energy to control the rebounding hammer.

Ordinary metals would be crushed into a pit by an eighty-pound, forty-kilogram tungsten steel hammer. But even in a red-hot state, this silver remains only slightly deformed. Such a rare metal with its incredible strength, even refining it through hundreds of hammer blows is not easy.

Three years of forging and tempering had long filled Tang Wulin with patience. He wasn't in a hurry at all. Such a good piece of rare metal, even if it couldn't be completed to a thousand forgings, the hundred forgings refinement had to be done.

Just like he was safeguarding a precious treasure, his hammering force did not increase but rather became slightly more restrained. Through constant striking, he gauged the texture of the silver itself, sensing its characteristics, and bit by bit, he completed the process of refining it.

A smile gradually appeared on Máng's usually stern face. This child is really clever. He found his own rhythm without any hints from me.

When dealing with rare metals, one should treat them like a beloved woman. During the forging process, protect and care for them instead of blindly hammering away. Rare metals have a strong surface, but once their internal structure is damaged, their inherent properties will be affected to some extent.

Although hammering takes more time, it is undoubtedly the most secure approach. Especially when unfamiliar with a rare metal, prolonged forging allows for better understanding and feeling of its internal structure changes.

Tang Wulin trained with increasing focus, his whole person gradually entering a strange state. Aside from the silver in front of him, there was nothing else. The simultaneous enhancement of his soul power and strength increased both his stamina and concentration.

What he didn't even know himself was that after enduring such pain, his mental fortitude had also increased to a certain degree.

Mental energy is not easily manifested below the Lucid Realm, but it is actually omnipresent. Even with exceptional comprehension, sufficient mental support is necessary for sustained progress.

The enhancement of Tang Wulin's mental power undoubtedly allowed him to be more focused during forging, and his focus time also became longer. His mental power being able to reach a value of thirty-eight in the Spirit Pagoda test was itself related to three years of dedicated forging.

One hour passed, and the silver seemed to have only slightly deformed, nothing too drastic.

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Two hours passed, and the hammering of the thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer became more intense.

Tang Wulin's forehead was already covered in sweat. His focused training had exhausted his body, but his spirit was unusually energized. Two hours had passed, and he hadn't made much progress. He was still far from reaching the level of a hundred forges refining purity. However, during those two hours, he gradually began to communicate with the piece of silver.

If you look closely, you'll discover that on the silver surface, every corner has a concave indentation. Each indentation is round and as large as one’s fist. Every corner of it has been struck countless times by a thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer.

Every rebound, every strike's sound, and the vibration it produced during impact, all told Tang Wulin about its properties.

"When!" The sound of the strike, clearly stronger than before, caused Mang to raise an eyebrow.

Then, the resounding clang of metal rang out incessantly. Tang Wulin finally began to exert himself!

After two hours of careful feeling, he had grasped the properties of this metal. It was time for real forging.

Every time he hammered, his body started to shake, with leg muscles as the starting point of power, the force extended all the way to his waist, then to his back and arms, and finally the thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer fell. Every blow exceeded three hundred kilograms.

The furnace intensity button was at the bottom. With a light tap of his left foot, he opened the furnace to its maximum. A jet of orange flames erupted from the mouths around the circumference, scorching the already crimson silver.ulin with reckless abandon. 。And Tang Wulin's qi and blood were now at their peak. His hands shot out from his chest, accompanied by a resounding dragon roar and the appearance of a golden dragon hea...