Capítulo 206: Flying God Claw (1)
Tang San considered it, then nodded:
"That's fine. It's actually not something that has to be kept secret, some things can't be mastered by being learned."
With how famous Tang Sect hidden weapons were, how could there not be counterfeits, but in Tang San's world the Tang Sect stood tall for centuries, yet there were never any hidden weapons that could surpass Tang Sect's. A common Tang Sect hidden weapon technician required ten years of training. Tang San was extremely gifted in this respect, but he also underwent twenty years of continuous research and manufacturing to reach the grandmaster level of creating mechanical hidden weapons, wanting to create counterfeits was practically impossible.
Ning Rongrong said:
"Then even better. No need to return first. To tell the truth, I'm still really afraid to return after dad wouldn't let me leave. There's no need for training in this time, so we can properly play around. Xiao Wu, where do you think we should go play? Tang San, will you go with us?"
Tang San frowned:
"Teacher said to have everyone cultivate spirit power. Rongrong, did you forget?"
Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue, smiling:
"Doesn't matter. I won't go far. Right now among us Shrek Seven Devils my spirit power is the weakest, I know I have to work hard. But we also have to relax sometime, balancing work and play."
Xiao Wu nodded, saying:
"Rongrong makes sense. Little San, you have to come with us for a stroll."
Tang San shook his head:
"Let it be. I still have a lot of things to do. You go. Pay attention to your safety."
After speaking, he hastily took his leave, always feeling somewhat uncomfortable in the girls' dorm.
Tang San had long ago properly thought out what to do in these two months before returning to the road.
Through the danger last time in Star Dou Great Forest, Tang San more and more felt his own strength was insufficient. Although after getting Eight Spider Lances he had an even greater advantage against equal level Spirit Masters, once the level gap increased somewhat, this advantage would disappear completely.
Against less than fortieth rank Spirit Masters, Tang San basically had confidence in his victory. Beyond fortieth rank it would depend on the opposing Spirit Masters' category and attributes.
If the opponent's attributes were something that he could restrain, he believed he wasn't powerless if he relied on hidden weapons, but if the opponent could restrain him, it was practically impossible to come out on top.
The furnace Tang San bought from the smithy last time had already been delivered long ago, before returning today he passed by the smithy and specially ordered a batch of metal. Spirit fighting had netted him more than five thousand gold coins, so buying some first rate metal was no problem.
Adding to the metals he purchased last time, he was prepared to in these two months increase his armament strength somewhat, at the same time increasing hidden weapon technique drills.
With insufficient inner strength, the more powerful Tang Sect exquisite inner sect hidden weapons would be unable to display their strength, therefore Tang San still had to rely on his most expert mechanical type hidden weapons techniques.
Although Shrek Academy was crude, the size still wasn't small. Adding that teachers and students were few, when the furnace and tools had arrived, he had asked Flender for an empty house to use. Of course, it wasn't for free.
Leaving Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's dorm, Tang San directly arrived at this house. It was built very simply from stone bricks. Although it wasn't very standardized, it was stable and durable, this was the most common way of building among commoners.
The room wasn't large, with close to thirty square meters. Forging furnace, calciner, over to pounding anvil, forging hammer. Everything was included, only since he hadn't had time to use them, everything was somewhat corroded.
In a corner there was also a large pile of charcoal and chunks of every kind of metal, the majority of which hadn't undergone any processing.
Tang San simply put the room in order, as he grasped the casting hammer, a familiar feeling arose involuntarily. In his mind, he couldn't help recalling when his father taught him forging.
Despite Tang Hao not instructing Tang San for very long, that time was nevertheless when he'd been closest to his father since being born. Tang San recalled every sentence Tang Hao had said to him in that time.
"A godly craftsman isn't at all a smith that uses godly materials to make godly tools, rather one that uses ordinary materials to make godly tools."
Tang San muttering repeated his father's words. The forging hammer in his hand whirled along with his lower legs generating force.
Without any target, creating a whistling sound, the forging hammer danced in the room as Tang San's hands moved, each swing filled with inner strength. Half turning his body, swing after swing joined together, flawless without exception.
The change of inner strength in his body allowed Tang San to use this Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method with another level of skill, despite not having a target for the hammer, that feeling of joyfully unrestrained venting brought him a feeling entirely free from worry.
Tang San stopped after nine thousand nine hundred eighty one continuous swings. His clothes were already drenched with sweat. Overjoyed, truly overjoyed, Tang San raised the forging hammer before him, in his mind constantly replaying the scenes of studying forging at Tang Sect and under Tang Hao, for a moment all sorts of feelings welled up in his heart.
Thirteen years old, meaning he had already been in this world for thirteen years. In this all new world he had obtained many things he never had before, family, friends, spirit, spirit ability, these had all already completely blended with his soul.
Tang San's figure flickered, already reaching the area piled with metal, forging hammer striking a half meter diameter chunk of refined iron. The struck iron tilted somewhat, stretching out his toes, lightly raising them, lifting that close to hundred jin chunk of iron.
He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the chunk of iron. 'Tang Sect, a mark that can never be forgotten, I will definitely let you blossom brilliantly in this new world.'
Dropping the iron in the casting furnace, Tang San piled charcoal with practiced motions, igniting it, working the bellows.
Rhythmically, a strong sound of bellows began to reverberate within the stone house. In just a moment's work, deep red flames burst out, the forging furnace starting to recover its use.
Tang San had never forgotten his father's words. He also understood understood why his father would say that using common iron to forge godly tools was the meaning of a godly craftsman, that wasn't only a matter of skill, even more important was staunch perseverance.
Even average iron, if struck more than ten thousand times, would become the strongest kind of iron.
Tang Sect's requirements of their own hidden weapons were extremely strict, and as a once well known figure among mechanical type hidden weapon makers, Tang San was even more rigorous about his own work. He absolutely wouldn't let his hidden weapons show issues with quality that could put him in a dangerous situation.
The iron burned deep red, like an incomparably immense chunk of ruby. It was also only once it was completely red that he could see the impurities within.
The forging hammer leapt into Tang San's hand, and its dance began.
Dang. Dang. Dang. Dang... Pounding full of rhythm and tempo reverberated from within the stone house. Tang San had started his forging.
From this day on, besides eating, Tang San didn't even return to his dorm to sleep. Every day constantly forging. When tired, he would sit down on the ground and cultivate spirit power. Once his energy had recovered, he immediately started working again.
Nobody knew what Tang San was making, even Grandmaster didn't understand, but Grandmaster never went to find him at his forge. With complete confidence, Grandmaster believed that Tang San absolutely wouldn't abandon his cultivation for forging.
Only one person entered the forging room: Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu would go to the forge every day, she didn't disturb Tang San, only quietly left clean clothes to the side, poured some water and peeled and cored some fruit, arranging it there before quietly leaving.
It wasn't that she didn't want to speak with Tang San, it was only that since she came to know Tang San, she had never before seen him so completely wrapped up in his work over anything.
Tang San's body, brimming with the smell of metal, was all over colored with iron dust and coke.
Xiao Wu was somewhat concerned over Tang San's present condition. Only as she once again entered the forge and Saw Tang San had changed into the clean clothes, drunk the water she'd poured and emptied the plate of fruit, she would feel somewhat gratified.
Day after day passed, the pounding sound from within the forge only became even more intense. Every day before there was even any light, the sounds began, only when the gathering darkness completely replaced the daylight would it stop.
Meanwhile, even if it was when eating at the dining hall, Tang San would appear uncommunicative. Constantly in a kind of reflective mood.
In this kind of situation, even Dai Mubai looked for Grandmaster and Flender, but Grandmaster only said to not to disturb him.
Deep blue gradually replaced pure black, in the distant horizon, a golden thread gradually appeared in its misty splendor, dawn was coming once again.
The forging room's door opened, one person walking out from inside, with disheveled hair, a face covered in iron dust, furthermore with a bare torso smeared with iron dust and coke and brimming with sturdy muscle.
He appeared even stronger than before, and his height seemed to have increased a fraction. Faint purple glinted in his piercing eyes, with a feeling of absorbing peoples' hearts and souls.
Looking far into the distance, looking at that golden ray gradually expanding in the east, his eyes filled with purple.
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