Chapter 422 - The Divine Blacksmith (1/2)

A Divine Blacksmith! Tang Wulin's heart raced at the thought. His mind buzzed with excitement. Yeah! I can't believe I got so lucky! I came here to make money, but I get a lecture from a Divine Blacksmith instead? Awesome! I can't do anything about the duration of the exam, but I can't let this chance slip away!

The hall of the first floor was already packed by the time Tang Wulin and the clerk arrived. At the center of the hall, a s.p.a.ce twenty meters in diameter had been left empty. It was fully furnished with all the necessary equipment to forge.

Everyone was bustling with excitement and expectation.

The clerk could only manage to bring Tang Wulin to the edge of the crowd. Although Tang Wulin was tall, the blacksmiths in the crowd were all muscular giants. He couldn't see above the sea of heads at all. Tang Wulin ducked and squirmed his way through the crowd, slowly heading to the center.

“Kid, be careful! Don't squeeze in! You're going to get trampled!” the clerk shouted after him, but he was already gone.

Tang Wulin pushed on through. Despite how lean he was built, his frame hid monstrous strength. With that strength and Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon, he quickly reached the center of the crowd and got a front-row spot.

Tang Wulin was surrounded on all sides with blacksmiths bursting with antic.i.p.ation. No one even noticed a kid like him sneak to the front.

Five minutes soon pa.s.sed, and the crowd split to allow a man walk through to the center. A retinue of staff surrounded the man, and everyone cheered when they saw him.

“President! President!” they shouted zealously. The hall seemed to boil into a frenzy.

Tang Wulin looked over to see a handsome man with black hair and black eyes. He looked to be in his thirties, but his eyes showed profound depths far beyond his years. His sideburns were completely white, a bright contrast with the rest of his black hair. But the most eye-catching thing about him were his hands. They were at least fifty percent larger than an ordinary man's, but instead of being bulky and rough, they were slender and fair. They looked like the hands of a young lady, but much larger. In fact, his hands sparkled like jade.

This man was a Divine Blacksmith, the greatest blacksmith in the entire Blacksmith's a.s.sociation, and a t.i.tled Douluo! He couldn't compare with Feng Wuyu in terms of combat strength, of course, but Shrek Blacksmith's a.s.sociation had never concerned itself with the continental Blacksmith's a.s.sociation anyway.

He's Zhen Hua, the continent's only Divine Blacksmith! As a blacksmith himself, Tang Wulin had long since heard of Zhen Hua. He was a legend among blacksmiths. Contrary to his youthful appearance, he was actually forty-five! He had become a Divine Blacksmith at the age of thirty seven, and that had been eight years ago.

He was in his prime as a blacksmith, but even in his youth, he hadn't been arrogant. He was originally the president of a small town's Blacksmith's a.s.sociation. From there, he advanced step by step until he became the President of all of the Blacksmith's a.s.sociations across the continent, and the continent's only Divine Blacksmith.

He had wanted to forge a four-word battle armor when he was a Saint Blacksmith, and with the help of some t.i.tled Douluos, and countless hours at the forge, he barely succeeded. However, the product could not be called true four-word battle armor. It was at the pseudo-four-word level at best. He only truly succeeded eight years ago when he became this generation's Divine Blacksmith. After that, he began forging four-word battle armors for t.i.tled Douluos. Being the sole Divine Blacksmith, he held an exceptionally influential position.

Tang Wulin's eyes sparkled as he watched this legendary figure. He would be fortunate to learn even the tiniest thing from him.

“h.e.l.lo, everyone.” Zhen Hua waved his arms at the crowd.

Hundreds of voices overlapped in a deafening greeting. “h.e.l.lo, President!”