THE LEGEND OF THE DRAGON KING
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Come,” Mang Tian said to Tang Wulin.

“Oh.”

Tang Wulin followed Mang Tian into the chaotic workshop hall. The hall was filled with all sorts of metal components that Tang Wulin could barely recognize. However, it is most likely a component to the soul machine.

Mang Tian did not stop as he walked deeper into the workshop, causing Tang Wulin to speed up his pace.

The shop is neither big nor small. After passing through the hall, Mang Tian brought Tang Wulin to one of the inner rooms.

Inside the room was a work desk, which was only taller than Tang Wulin.

Mang Tian stopped here, turning around to face Tang Wulin. “Do you know what forging is?”

Dazed, Tang Wulin shook his head.

Mang Tian nonchalantly said, “Actually, I don't want to accept you at first. You are too young, completely unsuitable for forging. However, your father was determined to make me give you a chance. If I don't find you acceptable, then you should go. When that happens, don't stay here and cry incessantly, understand? ”

“I won't cry, Uncle Mang Tian,” replied Tang Wulin defiantly.

“This is your duty for today,” Mang Tian said as he pointed to the side.

Beside him was a half-meter-high iron table. On the table was a lump of metal and underneath was a screen of a soul machine.

Mang Tian took out two small metal hammers from the side and extended them to Tang Wulin. “You see that metal lump? Use this hammer to hit him a thousand times. The screen will display the number of clicks with enough power. It will take all your strength to swing it. If you can complete this task, I'll tell you what Forging is. If you can't finish it, then you don't have to come here tomorrow. ”

After speaking, he placed two hammers in Tang Wulin's hands before turning around and walking away.

The metal hammer handle was about a third of a meter long with a cylinder head that was half a foot long and ten centimeters in diameter. They weigh about five kilograms each. For a six-year-old, this was by no means light, let alone the fact that he had to swing it a thousand times.

Tang Wulin had seen the hammer with a bitter expression, but when he took the hammer from Mang Tian, he was amazed to learn that the hammer was not so heavy.

Is it empty? Uncle Mang Tian looked extremely fierce on the outside, but he was actually very kind.

Tang Wulin smiled to convey his understanding and swung the hammer in his right hand down on the chunk of metal.

Bang out! The metal exploded and he jumped in shock. The soul screen below is activated, displaying the number ‘1.’

He raised the hammer in his left hand and smashed it hard!

2.

“It's not too difficult!” Tang Wulin thought as he began to swing his arms in a steady rhythm.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!” The numbers on the screen were increasing continuously in tune with the continuous punch. There were no vibrating hammers at all, as Tang Wulin did not feel they were too much of a burden. A pair of hammers constantly smashed the metal clod, and in return, the amount on the screen held in its ascension.

After banging on her for the hundredth time, Tang Wulin had already started sweating. At three hundred, his arm started to hurt.

I have to be persistent. Dad said so. I have to be persistent!

At the age of five hundred, the pain turned into pain, but he continued as before and endured with all his strength, refusing to stop.

As the pain in his muscles increased, Tang Wulin's arm turned pale red, but he simply clenched his teeth, pushing past the pain.

He repeated to himself, ‘I should do my best to learn forging and earn money to buy spirit souls. That way I can make mom and dad happy, and protect Na’er. ”

At the number seven hundred, he could not even feel his arm when he raised it and the speed of hammering it was much slower.

Just like before, he clenched his teeth and held on. His sweat practically turned into broth, making his school uniform stick on his body. His sweat dripped down like a waterfall, and Tang Wulin felt his spine go numb. His entire body trembled as if he was electrocuted. The original pain subsided, and the hammer felt a little lighter.

“Bang, bang, bang!” He proceeded to attack the last three hundred times more easily than the beginning.

“Thousand!” Only after reaching the goal that Mang Tian had set for him did Tang Wulin lower his hammer. As he was panting, Tang Wulin could feel an unspeakable pain from his palms and his arms had swollen so much that they could not be recognized. Apart from this, he suddenly felt refreshed. The numbness in his spine spread to his seven vertebrae and returned to his spine in a cycle, leaving him speechless.

What he did not notice was the golden veined pattern that accompanied the numbness he felt on his spine.

Only after five minutes could he catch his breath.

“Uncle Mang Tian, I'm done.” Tang Wulin searched for Mang Tian for a long time before finding him in a room, fiddling with some components.

Mang Tian blankly looked at him. He glanced at his watch and discovered that it had only been half an hour since he left Tang Wulin for his task.

“You're done hammering it?”

“Ya!” Tang Wulin nodded.

Mang Tian did not question him anymore after seeing his sweaty appearance. He prefers to let the facts speak for themselves. After standing up, he brought Tang Wulin back to his previous room.

‘1000.’ The number is displayed on the screen. Mang Tian had set up the screen himself; naturally, it was impossible for a six-year-old to cheat. But the results are still hard to believe.

The two metal hammers could not be considered heavy for him, of course, but both of them were also not hollow. Each hammer actually weighed 5 kilograms, and even an adult man's arm would be too numb and limp to raise after a thousand swings. Furthermore, it would be extremely difficult for them to complete it in just half an hour, let alone a six-year-old.

The test Mang Tian gave him was only a way to reject him wisely. Her relationship with Tang Ziran was pretty good, so she couldn't immediately refuse. After all, he did not want to instruct a six-year-old that he considered unsuitable for forging.

But in front of his eyes …

“That hammer is a few more times for me. Don't stop unless I tell you to. ”Mang Tian said with weight.

“Ya.” Tang Wulin picked up the hammer once more. After resting for a moment, the pain in his arm was already dull.

“Bang, bang, bang ..” Every punch is done without any technique, or even leverage. He was just relying on strength to hammer the metal clumps!

After just a few times, Mang Tian was able to confirm with his own eyes, based on his past experience, that the strength of this child was enough to pound the metal lump completely.

Is this a legendary genius?