The autumn wind blew the mountain mist away. Yu Xiuming no longer looked confident, and he was rather dispirited.
He suppressed the bitterness in his heart and forced a smile as he said, "Congratulations, Master Ou, but the second round won't be testing our foundations. You need to be careful, Master Ou."
Ou Yangming was dressed in white clothes without any dust at all. He expressed sincerely, "Master Yu, please advise me."
His fighting spirit soared into the sky. Ever since he debuted, he never lost in equipment smithing. The strong confidence that was a result of the young fellow's accumulated glories and victories made him radiate magnificently, such that every move he made was indescribably charming.
Old Craftsman was deeply moved. His arms shivered as he remarked, "That b*stard was an orphan since young, but he ended up learning smithing art for me for 2 years in the military camp. Now, he's my pride. Look, he's so charming!"