Cold light flickered in Wu Zhangkong's eyes as he swiftly retreated, carrying Mo Wu with him. In the next moment, the room's wall shattered from the intense frost. With a leap, Wu Zhangkong soared into the air.
His left hand gripped Mo Wu, while his right hand raised the Skyfrost Sword, its icy blue glow erupting into a massive sword—Frost Ice Words!
Mo Wu could only watch as a wheel of ice slashed downward, instantly cleaving the room below in two. Even more terrifying was that the thick green mist inside was forcibly drawn into the enormous ice sword, clinging tightly to it without dispersing.
But the evil soul master had already vanished without a trace, leaving only a large hole in the ground.
"Don't move!" Electronic warnings blared from all directions. The mecha defense unit of Heaven Dou City had arrived, locking onto Wu Zhangkong with beams of light. Over ten mechas surrounded him from every angle, soul cannon systems locked and charged.
Wu Zhangkong calmly retracted the Frost Ice Words, his brows tightly knit.
'Evil soul master… it really was an evil soul master.' He had to report this to the Academy immediately.
From the day evil soul masters first appeared, their conflict with Shrek Academy had been irreconcilable. Ten thousand years ago, under the leadership of the Ice Spirit Douluo, the Shrek Seven Devils of that era and many powerful allies had faced off against the Holy Spirit Cult composed of evil soul masters, utterly destroying it. From then on, evil soul masters had vanished from the public eye. Who would have thought that ten thousand years later, they would emerge once more?
"Stand down, everyone! This is a teacher from Shrek Academy—he's here to save me!" Mo Wu shouted in time.
Only then did Wu Zhangkong turn to look at him. At the moment, Mo Wu looked rather unpresentable, dangling from his grip by the back of his clothes. Wu Zhangkong shifted slightly, letting him stand upright in midair.
Displaying the composure of a seasoned politician, Mo Wu remained calm and commanded the mecha troops to lower their weapons. In truth, ordinary mechas posed no threat to a Soul Saint from Shrek Academy. He even suspected this man might be a mecha master himself. If that were the case, even ten times the number of mechas would be useless.
…
"You've already mastered spirit fusion forging?" Zhen Hua looked at Gu Yue in slight astonishment.
"I have, and I'm quite proficient at it." Gu Yue smiled.
"Very good! There's not much time—I have a lecture to give. Come with me," said Zhen Hua after checking his watch.
"At your command." Gu Yue flashed away.
Ding—dong—ding—dong! Just then, a clear chime rang throughout the entire first-floor hall.
Immediately, everyone looked up.
A broadcast voice followed, "Attention all blacksmiths, attention all blacksmiths. In five minutes, the President will arrive at the first-floor lobby to give a forging lecture, approximately thirty minutes in length. Please wait on the first floor and maintain order."
Many reacted at once. Whether taking a mission or waiting in line on the third floor, everyone immediately rushed downstairs.
Even the staff weren't exceptions!
"Who the hell stepped on me!?"
A disgruntled shout rang out, but no one paid it any mind. Everyone was scrambling toward the first floor. Elevators weren't enough, so some dashed down the stairs faster than the elevator itself—a miracle in motion.
Soon, the crowd assembled in perfect order, the majority of blacksmiths visibly excited.
Five minutes passed swiftly. The crowd parted at the side of the hall as a figure, flanked by staff, entered the inner circle.
The moment this person appeared, the entire hall erupted in cheers.
"President! President!" Shouts echoed loudly, and the intense excitement seemed to raise the temperature of the entire building.
This was their legend. He had become a Divine Blacksmith at thirty-eight, and for the past eight years, he had been forging heavenly refined metals.
He rose to fame in youth but never grew arrogant. Tirelessly striving forward, he started as the president of a small city's blacksmith association and eventually rose to the top, becoming the president of the Blacksmith Association. He was currently the only Divine Blacksmith on the entire continent.
Before his emergence, creating a four-word battle armor required multiple Saint Blacksmiths and the full assistance of a Title Douluo. Even then, it was barely achievable, and the resulting product could only be called a pseudo four-word set.
It wasn't until eight years ago, when he completed heavenly refinement and became a Divine Blacksmith, that true four-word battle armors began to pass down through the generations. His significance on the continent could not be overstated. He stood under countless glowing accolades.
"Hello everyone." Zhen Hua raised both hands in greeting.
"Good day, President!" Deafening cheers roared through the hall.
With a downward motion of his hands, the previously chaotic hall fell silent, like someone had pressed a pause button.
Authority—this was true authority.
Zhen Hua smiled. "Time is limited, so let's begin. I've been quite busy lately, and it's been a long time since I've interacted with everyone. Today, I'll be sharing some personal insights. You may try them on your own afterward."
As he spoke, he stepped behind the forging platform, placing his large, refined hands upon it.
"This is a little trick I discovered recently about spirit fusion forging. As we all know, spirit fusion is a crucial stage that every blacksmith must go through. A level-six blacksmith can begin attempting it. The more types of metals involved in the fusion, the more difficult the process becomes. This technique helps reduce that difficulty to some extent."
"This method lies in proper matching—or rather, choosing a medium. Different metals have different properties, but some can form biochemical reactions with each other. For example…"
Zhen Hua began his explanation. His voice was calm and rich, allowing every blacksmith present to hear clearly.
Even Gu Yue, sitting far away on the platform, couldn't help but listen intently. 'No wonder he's a grandmaster-level blacksmith—every detail is clear and easy to understand.'
"...Through this method of fusion, the success rate of forging greatly improves. It also saves a significant amount of energy spent by the blacksmith during the spirit fusion process..."
(End of Chapter)
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