Chapter 81: Time for Revenge (1/2)

Chapter 81: Time for Revenge

Translator: UdongEditor: Chrissy

After Qian Jin grabbed onto the new hammer, his arm and shoulder instantly felt they were been pulled downwards. He quickly initiated the Forging Breathe Technique!

The Second Hammer Technique of the Eighteen Blade Elevating Strikes was greater than ten times more difficult to master compared to the First Hammering Technique! Despite the fact that Qian Jin worked hard perfect this strike, he was getting nowhere close from comprehending this strike.

In the Endless World, Qian Jin used the Second Hammering Technique every strike he performed. In Franklin’s Blacksmith Shop, he used the perfect First Hammering Technique to try to forge the Zhanmadao.

The sabre was four feet long, a foot and a half wide, and three inches thick! The blade portion of the sabre was over two and half feet long! During the ten day process, it slowly revealed itself to the crowd. Even though it was still unsharpened, the chilling sensation coming off it was far greater than weapons that were sharpened.

Qian Jin walked around his Warrior Weapon and inspected it; he was feeling very excited. Just to forge this Zhanmadao, Franklin’s Blacksmith Shop had given up about half of its ore and mine assets. Moreover, because of this Zhanmadao forging experience, Qian Jin truly understood that a weapon wasn’t as easy to forge as it seemed. Even if he had gone to Blake’s room to read up about it, he was still far from smoothly applying and mastering it.

All the blacksmiths in Franklin’s Blacksmith Shop surrounded the Zhanmadao and Qian Jin quietly. They chatted and complemented this monstrous weapon. Zhanmadao! Not a lot of warrior used this weapon in the history of human empires, including Zence Empire.

“Qian Jin, is it about time to sharpen it?” Franklin rubbed his hands together as he spoke. After being a blacksmith for more than half of his life, he had still never seen such a threatening weapon! “I’m not sure, but would this be considered a Warrior Weapon that I heard about in the legends?” He thought to himself.

“Almost. I can sharpen it today,” Qian Jin said as he grabbed onto the handle of the sabre and pulled it off the table. A dominating expression slowly appeared on his face as he put the Zhanmadao directly into the fire in the forge.

The crowd as surprised. “What is this? After the blade is completely forged, why would you put it back into the fire? Could there still be places where Qian Jin is not completely satisfied with? He should be sharpening it, so why did he put it back into the fire?” they thought.

The chilling blade of the sabre was slowly heating up. Qian Jin stared at the Zhanmadao that was turning red as he grabbed a normal battle blade with his right hand. The crowd felt like his eyes were turning red, as if they were congested with blood! The chilling murderous sensation instantly filled the room, and it made the crowd take a step back subconsciously.

Blood Ritual! Qian Jin remembered what Blake’s [Forging Techniques and Key Points] had said: top-tier Warrior Weapons all needed to go through a Blood Ritual! After a weapon was finished forging, the only way for a warrior to connect with the weapon as if it were a part of their body was by using their warrior blood to perform the Blood Ritual.

According to the writing on [Forging Techniques and Key Points], almost every Forge Master knew about the Blood Ritual, but only top-tier Forge Masters understood the truth behind it. During the Blood Ritual, the warrior had to mix his presence and temperament into the blood. Only then would it be a perfect Blood Ritual.

After Qian Jin’s murderous intent was mixed into his blood, he cut open his left palm, and hot blood spurted out of this opening under the pressure from his warrior energy and muscles.

The blood landed and the Zhanmadao and made a “Chsiiiii” noise. After the blood steamed off of the blade, no blood mark was left on it. However, the eye-piercing chilling light that reflected off the Zhanmadao seemed to get a lot brighter. The crowd felt like tens of thousands of sharp swords were about to jump out of the blade.

Gasps sounded in the workshop, and many people subconsciously raised their hands to block their eyes. Qian Jin twisted and pulled the Zhanmadao to place it in front of him horizontally, and he then wrapped it in strips of cloth that he prepared ahead of time.

Franklin looked at Qian Jin as he became confused. “Why aren’t you sharpening it? That should be the last step, right?”