He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 21 Boy, You Are Pretty Good (Second Update)
Jiang Lin was startled when he heard this, and turned around to see that the two craftsmen were looking at him.

He couldn't help but wonder, isn't this inexplicable?

But Zhao Yankui obviously would not lie. If he was beaten with thirty sticks just because he tried to hide his incompetence, that would be too unfair.

An apprentice in the forging area was working on iron nearby and said with a smile, "Jiang Lin, I think the master is making things difficult for you. You have performed very well, but he still said that you haven't shown your true ability."

"Who says it's not true? Jiang Lin has only been in the training area for a few days. He is only capable of this. How can we take it?"

"He is my disciple after all, why are you targeting me like this? Jiang Lin, didn't you give money to the master?"

The words of these people sounded as if they were speaking up for Jiang Lin, but the gloating in their eyes clearly showed that they were very happy.

Jiang Lin knew it well. He glanced at the two master craftsmen and shook his head slightly.

He ignored what others said, raised the hammer high, stared at the iron block with sharp eyes, and then smashed it down hard.

jingle——

jingle——

There was no sense of rhythm at all, and it was very mechanical. Compared with the ding-dong, ding-dong sounds of other apprentices, it was not pleasant at all.

Dong Songchang laughed and said, "Master Master, please look, Jiang Lin's force posture is wrong, and there is no rhythm in his knocking. It is really stupid. Such an apprentice should be severely punished to serve as a warning to others!"

Yu Maoming ignored Dong Songchang and only asked, "Yuan Gaohao, what do you think?"

Yuan Gaohao stared at Jiang Lin for a long while, and finally said: "Although the posture is wrong, it is not without rhythm. In my opinion, his rhythm is very clear."

Dong Songchang immediately became anxious: "Master Yuan, how can you be so partial? How can he have a clear rhythm? He has no idea at all!"

Yuan Gaohao glanced at him and said, "No one has ever said that the rhythm of forging iron must be exactly the same. Although Jiang Lin's forging is different from others, he always maintains the same posture and the same rhythm. Judging from the changes in the raw iron in his hand, the effect is also very good. Who is so ignorant?"

"Master Yuan is right. Some idiots who know nothing are here to make decisions, not realizing it's a joke!" Zhao Yankui sneered.

Dong Songchang's face was gloomy. He certainly couldn't see what was good about Jiang Lin's actions. He just felt that the people in the Foundry Department were simply unreasonable.

Jiang Lin is obviously useless, so why do people say he is good in this and that?
It was obvious that they had joined forces to deliberately cheat him out of his money!
Dong Songchang didn't dare to confront the two craftsmen face to face. He lowered his head with a sinister look on his face.

You want to play dirty, right? I'm a scholar, how can I be afraid of you bunch of rough men?
But he forgot that he was also a member of the Foundry Department.

On the other side, Jiang Lin swung the hammer in his hand like a Hot Wheels.

The red-hot iron block was quickly hammered into shape, and the apprentices nearby were stunned.

So fast?
And the efficiency is much higher than theirs, why!
Obviously, the rhythm of his tapping was better than Jiang Lin's, and his movements were more standard, but in an instant he fell far behind.

Jiang Lin picked up the slightly cooled iron block with tongs, ran quickly to the furnace, and burned it again with high heat.

He returned after a moment and continued to smash with the hammer.

With the help of the two skills of "Using the Power of the Wind" and "Seeing the Big Picture from the Small Details", his movements are swift and efficient.

Yuan Gaohao nodded as he watched from a distance: "Although the details are not yet perfect, it can be seen that it has taken shape. Zhao Yankui, your disciple is incredible, incredible!"

Zhao Yankui was so praised that he smiled from ear to ear and was extremely happy.

He glanced at Dong Songchang, who was keeping his head down and saying nothing, and the smile on his face grew even wider.

Want to do something bad?
See how bad you can get!

Before long, Jiang Lin had hammered the knife into a complete blank, and all that remained was quenching and sharpening.

When he put down the hammer and raised his hand to announce that he was done, all the apprentices looked over.

Especially the apprentices in the training area nearby, their expressions were complicated at this moment.

Although they were not masters like Yuan Gaohao and Zhao Yankui, they could see that Jiang Lin's tempering skills were not inferior to theirs, but even better. This shouldn't be the case!

Jiang Lin has only been in the training area for a short time, and I have never seen him practice before, so how can he be so powerful?

Several people were immediately disheartened. Could this be the difference caused by talent?
But it’s too big!

Yu Maoming took a step forward and walked towards the blacksmith shop.

The others hurriedly followed, and soon stood in front of Jiang Lin.

Yu Maoming reached out and picked up the hammer, took a look at it, and nodded slightly: "It is indeed of good quality, Zhao Yankui, you seem to be determined to win the position of deputy master craftsman this year."

Zhao Yankui was delighted and said quickly, "It's all thanks to Master Sijiang for his advice. I will do my best!"

Yu Maoming put down the hammer but did not look at the knife on the anvil.

No matter how capable Jiang Lin is, he is still not qualified at this moment. The knives he forged have many flaws in the eyes of people like Yu Maoming.

What Yu Maoming really values ​​is Jiang Lin!

It doesn’t matter how well the knife is forged. If you are not skilled enough, you can make up for it with time and practice.

And talent is innate.

"Why do you deliberately hide your abilities?" Yu Maoming asked.

Jiang Lin had felt that Yu Maoming was very tall before, but when they met face to face, the strong sense of oppression like a majestic mountain was really hard to describe in words.

Even though his mood was calmer than that of ordinary people, Jiang Lin's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a lot.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his pounding heart, and did not try to avoid the pressure by bowing his head. Instead, he straightened his body and looked directly at the master craftsman in front of him.

"In reply to Master Chef's words, as the saying goes, too much rigidity leads to failure. I do not want to be too sharp. I beg Master Chef to forgive me."

Yu Maoming hummed, and his aura suddenly increased a lot, pressing towards Jiang Lin like a solid iron wall.

Zhao Yankui's expression changed slightly: "Master Sijiang..."

Yuan Gaohao stretched out his hand to block Zhao Yankui and shook his head slightly at him.

At this moment, Jiang Lin felt like a small boat being torn apart by violent storms and could capsize at any time.

Yu Maoming's momentum was like a heavy hammer, one wave after another, and it seemed that it would never stop.

Jiang Lin gritted his teeth, held his head high, and refused to retreat, enduring the pressure.

There was a hint of brightness in Yu Maoming's eyes, and his momentum increased again.

Jiang Lin was only an apprentice after all. He was inferior to the other party in both physical strength and power level. All his defenses were instantly broken by this momentum. He groaned and took several steps back.

Zhao Yankui couldn't bear it any longer, and pushed Yuan Gaohao's hand away, standing in front of Jiang Lin.

At the same time, he said in a deep voice: "Master Craftsman, that's enough!"

"Zhao Yankui, how dare you!" Yuan Gaohao scolded.

Yu Maoming raised his hand and also took a breath.

He looked at Jiang Lin, whose face was pale, behind Zhao Yankui, and a faint smile appeared on his face for the first time.

"Boy, you are very good."

　There are two more in the afternoon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)