The One Hundred and Seventh Blake's Shadow

  "Then use it." Blake tossed the iron hammer in front of Qianjin, his eyes narrowing into slits as he carefully watched every detail of his movements.

  With a loud "hiss", he bent down and grasped the 400-jin iron hammer, instantly feeling its weight, yet it wasn't as heavy as he had imagined.

  The stormy golden body greatly activated the rolling speed of blood in the dry and strong body, although there was no so-called long-distance running, but every day's training was a thousand times more painful than long-distance running. All physical functions made great progress and development without knowing it, and the waist naturally straightened up.

  A flicker of surprise flashed in Blake's narrow eyes.

  "Wait a minute." Blake turned around, walked up to the anvil with his hands behind his back, searched among the hammers for a bit, and pulled out one that was obviously bigger than the hammer in Qianjin's hand: "You use this."

  "Ah?" Gan Jing was taken aback, hastily taking over the hammer, his shoulder suddenly feeling strained, his strength surging into his arm, the 650-pound hammer once again becoming light.

  Blake's eyes, already shining with confidence, leapt out in utter astonishment: had he actually lost weight again?

  A faint smile crossed Blake's old face as he walked slowly to the front of the forge, carrying a thousand-pound iron hammer. He placed eight iron anvils around the forge and threw eight pieces of hot iron into the fire to heat them up.

  After a loud, earsplitting crash that was even more unpleasant than a cough, Black swiftly used his iron tongs to toss the eight glowing red iron slabs onto each of the iron anvils. The thousand-pound hammer burst forth with its meteor-like strikes once again. In the instant when the first red-hot slab sparked a dazzling flash of sparks, Black had already appeared in front of another anvil, and with one raise and one strike of the thousand-pound hammer, everything was perfectly executed.

  Qianjin's eyes widened as he stared at Blake's feet, trying to figure out how he was moving, but couldn't see anything unusual about his movements, and instead became even more focused on Blake's feet.

  A thunderous metallic crashing sound, in the blacksmith's shop it started and stopped continuously, Black moved faster and faster.

  Qianjin gradually discovered that his visual ability was no longer able to keep up with Blake's speed! Around the small iron furnace, eight silhouettes of Blake suddenly appeared! Each silhouette seemed to have a vague aura, making it impossible to tell which one was the real him.

  I don't believe it! Gan Jing narrowed his eyes, no longer staring at Blake's feet that seemed to have no problem, but instead stared at him as a whole.

  One hammer... ten hammers... hundred hammers...

  Blake's eight silhouettes gradually decreased, and his speed quickly recovered to its original level. The corners of his mouth curled up in a self-mocking smile. He had always thought that as long as he stared at Blake's feet, he could understand his movements, but it turned out that he needed to watch his entire body.

  Just moved, and not just the movement of both feet, it can be said that every muscle joint in the body is active, and it's a very special activity, like a rapid twitching of muscles.

  He was quietly pondering the strange movement method, not only can it be used during forging, but if possible, applying it in battle might also unleash a very powerful force.

  "Understood?" Blake dropped the hammer in his hand and took out a tobacco pouch, looking at Qianjin.

  "It seems I understand a bit." Dryn looked at Blake with suspicion, secretly guessing in his heart. Just now such a strong movement, this old man didn't even pant slightly, let alone sweat, how did he do it?

  "As a blacksmith, hammering out iron ingots one by one and then forging them into weapons is merely an inferior technique." Blake pointed at the eight iron ingots still spinning rapidly on the anvil: "Every day, every moment, the temperature is different. Iron ingots forged at different times will naturally have differences. This can't be seen by outsiders, but it won't escape the eyes of insiders."

  Qianjin listened to Blake's words, and solved a puzzle that had been bothering him for a long time. Why did he always feel that the blade of the horse-slaying sword was not truly integrated when forging it? It turned out that the problem lay here! The iron essence forged at different times actually still had differences between them, but they were just hard to detect.

  Blake took the tobacco pouch that had replaced Thor's hammer, pointed at the iron ingots on the anvil and said: "These are not all from the same time period, but they are relatively close in time. Their compatibility is far better than things forged at different times."

  Nodding repeatedly with a strong sense of empathy.

  "Now that you understand a bit, you know what to do." Blake put his hands behind his back, like an old farmer taking a stroll in the fields, and walked back to the door, crouched down behind it.

  "Right! You, can't use internal force." Blake crouched behind the door panel, puffing on his pipe: "What time is it when you're too tired to lift a hammer, what time is it when you use internal force again, and use iron-smith breathing method again."

  Bitterly smiling, this way the difficulty has increased too much!

  With a fierce grip, he withdrew all his strength and once again felt the weight of what was suspended in mid-air. Step by step, he walked to the front of the furnace and raised the iron hammer high. In his mind, he recalled the frequency at which Blake's muscles had trembled at high speed, wanting to control his own muscles to vibrate, but found that doing so was not an easy task.

  Don't even mention shaking to the frequency of Blake's muscles, even if it's just shaking all over the body, it's not an easy task. Often this piece of muscle is shaking, and that piece of muscle has forgotten to control, causing the muscle to stop shaking.

  One minute... ten minutes... half an hour... one hour...

  Qian Jin couldn't control his muscles throughout his body, so he curled up the corner of his mouth and secretly gritted his teeth: If not the whole body, then half!

  Half a body, still not that easy to control! Qianjin closed his eyes again and thought about the frequency of Blake's muscle tremors, gradually analyzing the role and proportion of each muscle in high-speed movement, and finally found that there were still several muscles that should be relatively important sources of tremors.

  "Try this a few times..." Gan Jing picked up the hammer again, heavily smashing it onto the iron anvil's surface. His feet moved in coordination with his body's shaking muscles, and he suddenly appeared in front of the second anvil. The hammer in his hand hadn't even had time to swing, and his entire body lost its coordination, [thud] heavily crashing onto the ground.

  Lying on the ground with a burning face, I recalled the feeling of falling just now. It was as if I was walking on my own and tripped myself up, obviously making many mistakes in my steps.

  "This...” Dryly getting up and dusting himself off, he looked at Blake in the distance, who had a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes. He scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled: "This one's even harder than the second hammer of 'Fēng Shēng Eighteen Hammers'."

  "【Shēng Fēng Shí Bā Chuí 】Second hammer?" Blake fell into deep thought, nodding: "Alright, continue moving like this, and when you strike, use the second hammer of 【Shēng Fēng Shí Bā Chuí】."

  Suddenly felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and a surge of wanting to slap himself in the mouth rose up in his heart: What's the point of being so talkative at this time? He hadn't even learned one move yet, and now he had to add the second hammer of the "Eighteen Hammers of Rising Wind".

  Things still need to be done, and iron still needs to be tempered.

  Once you've fallen for the first time, there will be a second time, and naturally, a tenth time, a hundredth time...

  Three hours have passed, and Qianjin is starting to suspect that he came here to learn how to iron or just to fall over and play. Every time he moves, he definitely falls!

  Four hours... A smile finally appeared on Qianjin's face, although he didn't move as smoothly as Blake, and not even to the extent of his first teleportation, but at least he didn't fall again after moving.

  "The player's dry spell was broken as he grasped the skin of [Ten Thousand Shadows Shift]."

  A system prompt tone sounded in Qianjin's ear.

  Ten hours... fourteen hours... fifteen hours... sixteen hours...

  One hammer... two hammers... ten hammers...

  Without the aid of Dou Qi, it was simply a powerful hammer strike. The second hammer of the "Eighteen Hammers of Rising Fury" had made great progress compared to before, but still didn't meet Blake's standards.

  Qianjin believes that if he uses the second hammer of "Sheng Feng Shi Ba Chui" in a situation where he is at an advantage, it will look better than what he is doing now. But since Blake doesn't allow him to use it, then forget it!

  Strength is gone... Fighting spirit! Fighting spirit is gone... Iron breathing method...

  Sixteen hours, under the double pressure of the second hammer of "Sheng Feng Shi Ba Chui" and the strange movement method of "Wan Ying Yidong", Qian Jin lay on the ground with every muscle in his body twitching uncontrollably. Although he wanted to crawl into the hot spring in the backyard, he found that he had no strength at all.

  Blake thought he was going to carry a sack, and carried the dry energy on his shoulders into the backyard, directly throwing it into the hot spring. That magical medicine that dispels fatigue frantically devoured the fatigue in his body.

  Dry and strong, floating in the water, his mind was constantly thinking. The stimulation his body received from this exercise was really too great! His body, which had already almost fully developed its potential with the "Wind Cloud Golden Body", actually made another huge leap forward! He really wanted to know, under these circumstances, if he were to break through to become a Demon Vanquishing Warrior, would he be able to soar to new heights?

  "The player's time has come to an end, leaving the endless world..."

  Qian Jing sat up from the ground and felt like something was missing in his clothes.

  A powerful spiritual force reverberated in the mountain cave, attracting Qianji's gaze.

  Yellow Spring! Wrapped in a feather-woven cloak, both hands tightly grasped a black stone, and threads of spiritual energy extracted magical power from the black stone.