The first round of the contest was nothing much. It was just a short test to weed out beginner skill level participants.
Each contestant was given a set of low-grade materials and those who were unable to forge an acceptable weapon were kicked out without a second chance.
Tang Yue rapped her fingers on the anvil as she patiently awaited her turn.
In front of her, there was almost a sea of anvils, a dwarf standing beside each one. Loud banging sounds echoed from all directions.
It was likely that many would find it extremely difficult to concentrate and work in this madness and chaos.
Perhaps that was part of the test. Tang Yue assumed.
Forging a low-grade weapon was a piece of cake for her and she had already finished her task long ago.
She was slightly surprised that the contest began with such an easy test.
It seemed as if they were testing for the potential of the smith rather than their current capabilities.