Chapter Forty-Two: The Eight-Star Saint Craftsman

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How old is this child To be able to wield such a heavy thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer! Even some second-tier blacksmiths wouldn't be able to use a single-handled hammer weighing eighty pounds, or forty kilograms, of thousand-forged tungsten steel!

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Forging is a long process that requires both physical and technical skill. Strength is fundamental. Using a sledgehammer is undoubtedly more effective, but it also consumes enormous amounts of physical energy.

Before he could think too much, Tang Wulin's forging had already begun in full swing.

Two hammers fell, and through the feedback given by the lead weight, he immediately sensed that this piece of lead was almost identical in quality to what he had forged before. The internal texture of the lead was also very similar. A familiar feeling instantly spread through his mind. The double hammers swung, like a sudden storm, and began their forging.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

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"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang!"

The rhythmic and intense hammering sound creates a surprisingly pleasing auditory experience.

Coming to the East Sea City, everything was unfamiliar. The pressure and tension brought by the unfamiliar feeling had a great impact on a nine-year-old child like him. At the academy, Tang Wulin faced bullying from his classmates and heavy fines for punishment. All of this made him feel suffocated.

But, arriving here, coming before the forge, everything suddenly felt familiar. The silvery metal presented itself, and the rhythm of forging it, almost instantly, pulled him into his own tempo.

His eyes were focused, his ears twitching ever so slightly, receiving feedback from the silver. Each hammer blow fell, the silver shifting and changing with every strike. But if you listened closely, you'd hear that as time went on, the sound of the thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer striking the silver grew more beautiful.

The tester's face began to grow serious, and so did Cen Yue's.

The level of focus Tang Wulin maintained at this time was something even many blacksmiths in their twenties and thirties couldn't achieve.

This child is talented!

The thought appeared in their minds almost simultaneously. They didn't even need to look at the piece of silver. With Cen Yue's experience, he could tell from the sound of the hammering alone just how efficient Tang Wulin was at refining the silver.

Refining silver ore, that was the standard for evaluating a secondary blacksmith. Because silver has high density, refining it is much harder than ordinary metals. It's not easy to truly refine a piece of silver ore.

When Tang Wulin chose it, the assessor even had a fleeting thought of arrogance. But at this moment, both she and Cen Yue had been moved by Tang Wulin's performance.

Yes, it's a performance.

When the silver metal emitted a melodious sound, Tang Wulin's test was actually already passed. He had become qualified to be a level-one blacksmith.

What remains is the performance. To what extent can he perform This is the thought shared by both Cen Yue and the assessors.

Fully entering the state, the thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer in his hand felt as light as straw to Tang Wulin once more. He felt the heavy silver getting closer and closer to him, and the tungsten steel hammer in Tang Wulin's hand swung faster and faster. Gradually, only two hammer shadows could be seen flickering in the air, the dense hammering sounds resembling mercury pouring down.

The Forging Association, three floors.

The elevator doors opened, and two people walked out. One of them, looking to be around forty years old, was imposing in appearance, dressed in a sharp silver suit that accentuated his muscular physique. On his left chest, he wore a badge.

Whoever sees him, the first thing that catches their eye is this badge. The badge has a golden background with a slightly raised hammer pattern. Each star on top is black, totaling eight.

Eight stars, representing the eighth level of profession, a golden hammer shape, representing forging. An eighth-level blacksmith, to be precise, is an Eight Star Saint Craftsman blacksmith.

At the entire Blacksmith's Association, there is only one other blacksmith at this level.

Beside the middle-aged man stood a young girl, looking about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was tall and very beautiful. Her big eyes were bright and lively. Her golden hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her tight-fitting clothes made her look very capable.

Seeing them arrive, the front desk staff immediately stood up, "President."

"It's nothing, I brought Mu Xi to take the Level 2 test. Please get an assessor." This eight-star saint artisan was precisely Mu Chen, the head of the East China Sea branch of the Sun Moon Federation Blacksmith Association.

"Yes, Chairman, please wait a moment. Miss Mu Xi is about to reach Level 2! Truly worthy of being a prodigy in the forging world."

Mu Xi's face was calm, she didn't seem happy because of the praise, she just nodded to the staff.

She actually didn't approve of being called "that way." Her success today was not solely due to her talent, but also to an effort far beyond the ordinary. Her goal is to surpass her father and in the future become a ninth-level divine craftsman.

There are only three Nine Star Craftsmen in the entire Douluo Continent.

“Huh, what sound” Mu Chen’s eyebrows moved suddenly, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Mu Xi beside him also raised her eyebrows slightly, her beautiful ears twitched slightly, instantly catching a series of crisp and dense knocking sounds in the air.

Whether it's the rhythm, the frequency, or the sound of the percussion, everything is very pleasant to listen to. It gives you a feeling of great relaxation.

Mu Chen asked the staff, "Is there anyone here taking the forging master level test above level four"

"No" the staff member replied blankly.

Mucen pondered for a moment, then turned to Mucxi beside him and said, "You go prepare the test room first, I'll take a look."

"Hmm." Mu Xi was a little curious, but she was about to take the secondary blacksmithing level test. She couldn't be distracted at this time.

After separating from his daughter, Mu Chen quickly arrived at Room 3 following the sound. The forge room had very good sound insulation, but even at the door, he could still hear it clearly.

This sound, the forging must be of high-density rare metal. Furthermore, each strike is devoid of extraneous noise, indicating the precision of the forging. Such density and collision intensity suggest the use of a thousand-hammer forge.

The blacksmith's grading system is strict, with skill level directly correlating to rank. To achieve such mastery, the blacksmith must be at least a master-level artisan. Furthermore, Mu Chen could hear that the blacksmith's hammering had reached a state of fusion with the metal.Mirror Douluo behind him. 。Tang Wulin, a two-word armor master with only the cultivation of a six-ringed Soul Emperor, at this moment, relying on the amplification of the Blood God Array, relying on t...