Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in the Dragon King

Chapter 92 Forging Challenge

Using mechs can actually limit the potential of some Soul Masters with powerful Martial Souls.

From any perspective, being a mecha pilot is not a path that an excellent Soul Master should take.

After hearing Mu Ye's explanation, Tang Wulin felt his worldview was shaken. Was his path to becoming a mecha warrior about to be extinguished just as it began?

Qian Mo said calmly, "Given the current level of development of mecha, they are still more suitable for Soul Masters with extremely poor Martial Soul quality. Top-tier combat power still relies on Battle Armor."

Zhenhua gave Tang Wulin a long and earnest lecture, making him understand that the path of a mecha pilot was not suitable for him.

Makino said with a sense of relief, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. It's almost noon, I'll make you something delicious."

Makino suddenly smiled, walked behind the red mecha, and pressed a spot on its leg. A beam of light shone down, and a large box slowly released from the belly of the red mecha.

The large box landed smoothly in Makino's hands, and with a flash of light, Makino disappeared from the spot.

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Inside the canteen, Mu Ye had just finished cooking, and everyone was enjoying the delicious fairy mushroom soup when suddenly there was a rapid knocking on the canteen door.

"What is it?" Zhenhua frowned slightly. Normally, no one would bother him here.

"President, something's happened in the lobby. Someone's come to cause trouble." A hurried voice came from outside the door.

Zhenhua frowned slightly. "Come in and talk."

The door opened, and a middle-aged man walked in. He quickly approached Zhenhua and whispered, "President, two people have come from somewhere, one older and one younger. The older one should be a Saint-level blacksmith. He challenged us to a forging contest. However, it wasn't him who made the move; it was a child he brought with him. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old."

Qian Mo paused slightly as he drank his soup. He remembered this plot: the visitors were a master craftsman and blacksmith genius from the Star Luo Continent. Most importantly, Zhen Hua was attacked by a Super Douluo-level evil soul master after the forging competition.

"Okay, I'll go take a look." As he spoke, he stood up, turned to Muye, and said, "You guys go ahead and chat, I'll be right back."

Makino frowned. "Anyone who dares to come and challenge us must have some kind of backing. I'll go with you; we can talk about our business later."

Zhenhua paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright. Let's go."

Qian Mo and Tang Wulin naturally followed along, and the four of them took the elevator downstairs. When they arrived at the Blacksmith Association's lobby, it was already packed with people.

In the center of the hall stood an old man and a young man. The older man looked to be in his sixties or seventies, with gray hair, a tall and imposing figure, and particularly deep eyes that showed no signs of the cloudiness often associated with old age.

The other person was not only young, but also a girl, looking about fifteen or sixteen years old. She was extremely beautiful and had a slender figure. What was most attractive were her hands. Her hands were as white as jade, with exceptionally long fingers, and were much smaller and more delicate than those of an adult man.

The old man's name was Chang Gongyan, and the girl's name was Lin Yuhan.

Chang Gongyan was arrogant and boastful, declaring that he would test whether the Forging Masters Association was merely a group of people seeking fame and fortune.

Qian Mo subtly observed his surroundings, carefully using his mental power to sense that there was indeed an aura of final exams that he utterly loathed.

The next moment, Qian Mo's lips did not move, but his voice was drawn into a thin line, and his voice rang in Mu Ye and Zhen Hua's ears at the same time.

"Senior, teacher, I sense the aura of an evil spirit master among the crowd."

Mu Ye's brow twitched slightly, and he replied in a similarly forceful tone, "Amo, can you pinpoint the location of the evil soul master?"

"I can't confirm it. I can only sense a faint aura. This evil soul master's strength is probably no less than that of a titled Douluo," Qian Mo replied.

Mu Ye's expression darkened slightly. A Title Douluo-level or higher evil soul master was hiding among the Blacksmith Association's crowd. It was obvious who his target was.

Mu Ye turned to look at Zhen Hua, only to see Zhen Hua gently shake his head at him.

Having known Zhenhua for many years, Mu Ye naturally understood that he was unwilling to back down. He could only secretly gather his soul power, increase his focus, and prepare for action, paying close attention to any movement around him.

"Alright, I grant your request. If you lose, you don't need to follow my orders. We can just communicate more in the future. Blacksmiths are all one family, and the world of forging is unrelated to anything else. As long as everyone strives to reach the pinnacle of forging, everything else is meaningless."

Zhenhua spoke with great confidence, then turned to the staff and instructed, "Prepare two forging tables."

"yes!"

Preparing forging tables at the Blacksmiths' Guild was a piece of cake. Before long, two forging tables were placed in the center of the hall.

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"I wonder which one will make a move on President Zhenhua's side?" Chang Gongyan asked in a deep voice.

Zhenhua's gaze shifted between Qianmo and Tang Wulin before finally settling on Qianmo. He smiled calmly and said, "Amo, come on."

"Yes, teacher." Qianmo stepped forward slowly and stood behind the forging platform on his side.

Upon hearing Qian Mo's address to Zhen Hua, Chang Gongyan's expression changed, and he looked at Zhen Hua, asking, "Is this President Zhen Hua's disciple?"

After Chang Gongyan arrived in the Federation, he naturally heard about the master craftsman taking on apprentices.

Looking at Qian Mo, Chang Gongyan frowned slightly. He wasn't stupid; anyone chosen and accepted as a disciple by the Divine Craftsman must possess extraordinary talent. Although this young man looked no older than Yu Han, and he believed Yu Han was a forging genius, the title of the Divine Craftsman's disciple still made him vaguely uneasy. But now, the harsh words had been spoken, the arrow was on the bowstring, and there was no choice but to release it.

Zhenhua nodded to Chang Gongyan, "That's right, Brother Chang Gong, how do you want to conduct this competition?"

Chang Gongyan's expression was solemn as he slowly said, "The simplest way to compare the skills of blacksmiths is through the purification of metal. President Zhenhua is extremely busy and probably doesn't have much free time, so let's decide the winner in one match. Both sides will choose the same metal to forge and purify; whoever forges the better metal wins, how about that?"

"Okay." Zhenhua didn't say much and immediately agreed. He knew very well that Qianmo's talent in forging was unmatched, and in the face of absolute strength, no matter what conditions the other party proposed, it would be useless.

Lin Yuhan and Qian Mo stood facing each other, Lin Yuhan's beautiful eyes secretly glancing at Qian Mo. Qian Mo's handsome face and noble, pure temperament were extremely attractive to her.

When Qian Mo looked up, Lin Yuhan quickly lowered her head, her heart pounding like a deer.

"Choose metal!" Hearing Qian Mo's magnetic voice, Lin Yuhan looked up in surprise.

(End of this chapter)