Chapter 207 - Follow My Rhythm (2/2)

The most unusual thing was that the two reflected each other perfectly; even the location of their strikes and pull of the hammer were identical. Under their a.s.sault, the heavy silver slowly shrunk and transformed.

The blacksmiths on stage soon noticed this bizarre situation, giving them no small shock. What are these two kids doing? Why are their forging rhythms identical?

This was the first time they had ever seen anything like this.

Now that Mu Xi was completely immersed in the process of forging, she could clearly hear the heavy silver's voice as it cheered with each strike on its body. She no longer needed to follow Tang Wulin's rhythm, using her own senses to continue.

This was her first time experiencing such a mystical sensation. Her mind void of any distracting thoughts, she focused all her attention on forging.

Hammer after hammer descended, gradually shaping the heavy silver. Joyful rings sounded out in response to being purified .

Beautiful cloud patterns emerged onto the twinkling surface of the heavy silver.

Beads of sweat rolled down Mu Xi's forehead. Although her soul power exceeded Tang Wulin's by far, she couldn't compare with his physical strength. Even after Tang Wulin lowered his strength to match Mu Xi's usual output, their pace was exhausting her.

Only by concentrating her soul power into her arms did she just barely manage to continue this fast-paced forging. Mu Xi's years of blacksmithing came together, culminating into a sensation that made her want to sing as she was held spellbound by this feeling.

Yes! It's like this! Exactly like this! This thought echoed within her heart.

Bang!

The two's final strike landed simultaneously. Two beams of light shot into the air from the heavy silver; though the light lasted no more than an instant, it had clearly been seen by everyone on the stage.

“What? A light came out?” The old man unconsciously shouted. Without a single exception, all the blacksmiths from the Skysea Alliance gawked at the duo.

Cen Yue was also on the stage, but on the other end. He had been paying attention to the two since the start of the compet.i.tion.

Even with his prior understanding of the two, he was flabbergasted by their synchronized rhythms. What are those two brats doing? Why isn't Tang Wulin using his heavy silver hammers? Just what is he doing?

However, all of his doubts were blown away when he saw the beam of light. Cen Yue was aware of Tang Wulin's ability to thousand refine second-grade metals, but unexpectedly Mu Xi had accomplished it too! It was simply unfathomable. Mu Xi wasn't even a third rank blacksmith yet and her Thousand Refinements was still unstable!

Even if it was the dimmest of lights that came from a thousand refined metal, it still signified that from that moment on, Mu Xi was a third rank blacksmith. Reaching third rank at the young age of fourteen was no small matter.

Not a single third rank blacksmith existed within the junior division; Tang Wulin was fourth rank, so he didn't count.

The old man roused from his stupor by the sound of a gulp. He strode forward and leapt down from the stage with nimble movements unlike that of an elderly man.

He no longer cared that the compet.i.tion was still in progress, directly charging in Tang Wulin's and Mu Xi's direction.

A light blue halo glimmered around the silver metal as Tang Wulin put away his tungsten hammers. The pattern spread evenly across the heavy silver's surface, covering every single inch. He narrowed his eyes as he reflected on the process.

Mu Xi propped herself up against the forging table with her arms. That feeling just now! That feeling! Her eyes twinkled like stars as she kept recreating that feeling in her mind. She knew she had reached the next rank. It had been the first time she could perceive the will of the metal. As she carved this experience into her heart, she had a newfound appreciation for everything that came before.

“Don't go over.” Just as the old man was about to reach the two, Cen Yue stopped him. “They're comprehending things right now. We mustn't disturb them,” Cen Yue said with a lowered voice.

The old man, as well as the other blacksmiths that had followed, all halted in place. As they were all of at least the fifth rank, they understood how important times of comprehension were to blacksmiths.

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