Starts With Fusing Devil Crystal

Tadlin looked at Reg, who was standing quietly beside the anvil, and his eyes were filled with admiration. He didn't give Reg a year's time to make things difficult for him, but to consider the reason that Reg was a Fighter.    

    

As a Fighter, its arm strength and accuracy were superior to ordinary people. With combat power, it was easier for them to make outstanding works in forging. As long as Reg worked hard, it would be easier for them to make outstanding works. With a certain level of talent, he would be able to forge a work that was about the same quality as the weapons sold outside within a year. It was not too difficult.    

    

However, Reg's diligence surprised even Tadlin. It was no longer diligence, but infatuation.    

    

Even Tadlin, who had spent his entire life forging, was surprised. Was forging such a monotonous movement really that attractive? It actually made Reg stay indoors for a month and repeatedly knock on the door every day.    

    

"Master, please tell us the method to take the exam."    

    

Reg looked at Tadlin, who only stared at him with a strange gaze. He felt a little strange in his heart, but he still calmly and naturally requested the exam to begin.    

    

Tadlin came back to his senses. He thought for a while and decided on the subject of the test. He walked to the burning fire and picked up an iron tongs. He took out a piece of red iron from the fire and put it on the anvil.    

    

"Half an hour. Make this iron base into a cube for me. The more standard it is, the better."    

    

After Tadlin finished speaking, he stepped back. Naturally, someone took out an hourglass and began to measure the time.    

    

Reg nodded. Without another word, he walked directly to the anvil. With his right hand, he used an iron clamp to clamp the iron piece. With his left hand, he lifted the iron hammer beside him and began to hammer.    

    

The metal would quickly cool down after it was taken out of the furnace. After it cooled down, it was no longer suitable for forging. Moreover, its extensibility was much worse than when it was burned red, so blacksmiths forged it at the same time. On the other side, they would also put it into the furnace from time to time before heating it up to a red state.    

    

In half an hour, they still had to go out and heat it up again in the middle. The remaining time was not much. It was a very difficult task to forge this piece of uneven and strange metal into a cube.    

    

When the surrounding blacksmiths heard Tadlin's test question, they could not help frowning. Anyone here could make such a large blank into a cube, but half an hour was really too short.    

    

Tadlin put his hands behind his back. He also thought of this question at the last minute. It looked simple. But it tested the forger's eyesight, judgment, and computational ability. Tadlin didn't think that Reg could finish it in half an hour. He just wanted to see what Reg would do when faced with an impossible task.    

    

The process was often more thorough than the result, although the result was often more important than the process.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

Just as everyone had all kinds of thoughts in their minds, Reg's hammer had already been raised up violently. Then, it violently pounded on the red-hot metal piece, producing a clear and loud sound.    

    

When everyone's eyes fell on the iron piece that had been struck, everyone was slightly shocked. With this hammer strike, the entire blanks suddenly expanded by half, and the thickness suddenly became half.    

    

How much strength was needed!?    

    

"Clank, clank, clank, clank!"    

    

The sound of the hammer hitting the ground was not hurried, but each strike was enough to make one's heart skip a beat. The feeling of power impacted every blacksmith, even though they held the hammer in their hands every day. However, they could not see such heroic hammering.    

    

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on Reg's body, face, and arms. His figure wasn't thick at all. The muscles on his arms weren't very bulging either. Reg pursed his lips tightly. His eyes were burning as he stared at the red-hot metal piece on the anvil, as if this metal piece was the only thing left in the entire world.    

    

There was nothing else, no one else!    

    

He had completely forgotten himself!    

    

Tadlin was not too surprised by Reg's arm strength, because he already knew that he was a Fighter. However, when he saw ___ hammer down more than ten times in a row, there was no pause or hesitation in the middle. When the iron block kept changing shape with his hammer, Tadlin was slightly surprised.    

    

This was because Reg's right hand was not idle either. It kept changing the position and direction of the iron block. The iron clamp loosened and then clamped accurately. Its movements were smooth and natural. It didn't stop at all. It perfectly matched the hammering movement of his left hand. There was no sign of stagnation or awkwardness.    

    

The iron block had just been positioned properly when the iron hammer fell. When it was positioned properly, the iron hammer fell again.    

    

When the iron block met with the cold air and quickly turned black, the originally strange looking iron block had already been hammered into the shape of a cube by Reg's fierce hammering.    

    

Although the edges of the iron block had yet to come out and the corners were not straight, it had already faintly taken shape.    

    

Reg put the cooled iron block back into the fire again, but his mind was thinking about what to do next.    

    

After a month of continuous hammering, Reg's eyesight, arm strength and computing ability had all been greatly improved. He had already achieved the state of eye, heart, and hammer that Tadlin had proposed. The hammer had not yet fallen. Reg already knew the result of falling.    

    

Although it was not a fight, but a simple forging, Reg found that he had a wonderful feeling in battle. That wonderful computing ability could be used in life and forging.    

    

It was precisely because of this wonderful calculation ability that Reg was able to control and operate more accurately.    

    

The surrounding people, including Tadlin, did not make a sound. They just watched quietly. From time to time, they looked at the hourglass next to them and roughly estimated the remaining time.    

    

The iron block finally burned red again.    

    

Reg once again took out the iron lump. The hammer was once again waved. This time, it was not a heavy and powerful strike, but a continuous series of continuous strikes. The sound of the strike was clear and melodious. It was continuous and continuous. If you pay attention... One would realize that the interval between the knocking sounds was exactly the same!    

    

One by one, the edges of the edges appeared with Reg's continuous hammering, and the edges appeared one by one.    

    

The edges were straight, and the edges were clear.    

    

When the last grain of sand in the hourglass fell, Reg withdrew his hammer at the same time.