Soul Land III: Legend of the Dragon King

Chapter 9 – Talented

“Come in,” Mang Tian said to Tang Wulin.

Oh.

Tang Wulin followed Mang Tian into the chaotic hall of the workshop. The hall was filled with all sorts of metal components that Tang Wulin could barely recognize. Most of these are likely components for the soul machine.

Mang Tian did not stop as he walked deeper into the workshop, causing Tang Wulin to speed up his pace.

The shop is neither big nor small. After passing through the hall, Mang Tian brought Tang Wulin to one of the inner halls.

Inside the room was a work desk, which was almost taller than Tang Wulin.

Mang Tian stopped here, turning to face Tang Wulin. “Do you know what wrought is?”

Confused, Tang Wulin shook his head.

Mang Tian nonchalantly said, “Actually, I don't want to accept you at first. You are too young, completely unsuitable for forging. However, your father was determined that I give you a chance. If I don't find you acceptable, then you should go. When that happens, don't stay here and cry incessantly, understand? ”

“I won't cry, Uncle Mang Tian,” replied Tang Wulin defiantly.

“This is your duty today,” Mang Tian said as he pointed to the side.

Beside him was a half-meter-high metal table. On the table was a round piece of metal and beneath it was a screen of a soul machine.

Mang Tian took out two small metal hammers from the side and extended them to Tang Wulin. “You see that metal lump? Use this hammer to hit him a thousand times. The screen will display the number of hits with enough power. It will take all your strength to swing it. If you can complete this task, I'll tell you what a forging is. If you can't finish it, then you don't have to come here tomorrow. ”

After speaking, he placed two hammers in Tang Wulin's hands before turning around and leaving.

The handle of the metal hammer measures about a third of a meter with a cylinder head that is half a foot long and ten centimeters in diameter. They weigh about five kilograms each. For a six-year-old, this was not at all light, let alone the fact that he had to swing it thousands of times.

Tang Wulin had seen the hammer with a bitter expression, but when he took the hammer from Mang Tian, he was amazed to learn that the hammer was not too heavy.

Is it hollow? Uncle Mang Tian looked extremely fierce on the outside, but he was actually very kind.

Tang Wulin smiled to convey his understanding and swung the hammer in his right hand over the metal lump.

Bang out! The metal exploded and he jumped in surprise. The soul screen below is activated, displaying the number ‘1.’

He raised the hammer in his left hand and smashed it hard!

2.

‘It's not too difficult!’ Tang Wulin thought as he began to swing his arms in a steady rhythm.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!” The numbers on the screen increased incessantly along with the continuous thump. There were no shaky hammers at all, as Tang Wulin did not feel they were overburdening. A pair of hammers continuously beat up the lump of metal, and instead, the numbers on the screen remained up.

After hammering for the hundredth time, Tang Wulin had already begun to sweat. At the age of three hundred, his arms began to hurt.

I have to endure. Dad said so. I have to hold on!

At the age of five hundred, the pain turned into pain, but he continued on as before and endured with all his strength, refusing to stop.

As the pain in his muscles increased, Tang Wulin's arm turned a dead red, but he simply clenched his teeth, prompting his pain.

He repeated to himself, ‘I should do my best to learn forging and earn money to buy spirit souls. That way I can make dad and mom happy, and protect Na’er. ”

At the seven hundred mark, he could not even feel his arm when he raised it and the speed of the hammer was much slower.

Just like before, he clenched his teeth and held on. His sweat practically turned into a gravy, making his school uniform stick on his body. His sweat dripped down like a waterfall, and Tang Wulin felt his spine go numb. His entire body trembled as if he was electrocuted. The original pain subsided, and the hammer felt a little lighter.

“Bang, bang, bang!” He proceeded to attack the last three hundred times more easily than the beginning.

“Thousand!” Only after reaching the goal that Mang Tian had set for him did Tang Wulin lower his hammer. As he was panting, Tang Wulin could feel an unspeakable pain from his palms and his arms were swollen so much that they could not be recognized. Apart from this, he felt unexpectedly refreshed. The numbness in his spine spread to his seven vertebrae and returned to his spine in a cycle, leaving him speechless.

What he did not realize was the golden vein pattern that accompanied the numbness he felt on his spine.

Only after five minutes could he catch his breath.

“Uncle Mang Tian, I'm done.” Tang Wulin searched for Mang Tian for a long time before finding him in a room, fiddling with some components.

Mang Tian stared at him blankly. He glanced at his watch and discovered that it had only been half an hour since he had left Tang Wulin for his duties.

“You're done hammering it?”

“Iya!” Tang Wulin nodded.

Mang Tian did not question him anymore after seeing his sweaty appearance. He prefers to let the facts speak for themselves. After standing up, he brought Tang Wulin back to his previous room.

‘1000.’ The number is displayed on the screen. Mang Tian had set up his own screen; naturally, it was impossible for a six-year-old to cheat. But the results are still hard to believe.

The two metal hammers could not be considered heavy for him, of course, but were also not perforated. Each hammer actually weighed 5 kilograms, and even an adult man's arm would be too stiff and limp to lift after a thousand swings. Moreover, it would be extremely difficult for them to finish it in just half an hour, let alone a six-year-old.

The test Mang Tian gave him was only a way to reject him wisely. Her relationship with Tang Ziran was pretty good, so she couldn't immediately refuse. After all, he did not want to instruct a six-year-old that he considered unsuitable to fake.

But in front of his eyes…

“Hit a few more times for me. Don't stop unless I tell you to. ” Mang Tian said with weight.

“Iya.” Tang Wulin picked up the hammer once more. After resting for a moment, the pain in his arm had already lessened.

“Bang, bang, bang.” Each strike was done without any technique, or even leverage. He was relying purely on strength to hammer the metal lump!

After just a few times, Mang Tian was able to confirm with his own eyes, based on his past experience, that the strength of this child was enough to completely pound the metal lump.

Is this a legendary genius?

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