The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

The monster suddenly opened its eyes, its dark yellow vertical pupils trembling violently.

It's not uncommon for people to project their mental energy outwards, and many humans can also control objects with their mental energy.

But this blacksmith, by breaking down his immense spiritual power into thousands of extremely fine threads and maintaining these threads in an extremely stable cutting state, is truly remarkable.

It was utterly unbelievable to him.

A word he had only ever heard in wasteland legends suddenly popped into his mind.

"authority?!"

This guy definitely wields some kind of power!

Although the monster hadn't seen much of the world, it understood the weight of that word.

Below the king level, all are ants.

The only condition for becoming a king is to possess authority.

Although he couldn't tell which faction's authority it belonged to, one thing he was very clear about.

The ability to completely disregard one's own weak basic attributes and create such an overwhelming and illogical situation beyond one's level can only be found in the legendary Authority.

Resist? Escape?

It instantly became a joke.

These two words were completely erased from the monster's mind.

Even though he could clearly sense that the other party's body was extremely weak and his strength was far inferior to his own, and that he could easily shatter the human's bones with a single slap.

But power is power.

This is a dimensional reduction attack on the dimension of life.

Once you possess such irrational power, you must never judge it by common sense.

Such a person, as long as they don't perish prematurely and are given enough time to develop, will eventually reach the King level and become a legendary figure that everyone looks up to.

"What the hell did I mess with?!"

The monster completely lost its will to resist, remaining in that humiliating posture like a stone statue, utterly reduced to a lamb to the slaughter.

Moved?

He dared not move at all, because if he moved even slightly, he would lose a part of his body.

Ding-dong!

The knocking sounds ahead remained steady.

Qian Hua didn't look back once from beginning to end.

He didn't care whether the monster behind him was dead or alive, standing or kneeling.

In his world now, there is only the giant, red-hot sword on the chopping board.

After being hammered hundreds and thousands of times, the broad and heavy blade presents a streamlined, violent beauty, with a dark red light flowing across its surface.

He casually tossed aside the hammer, picked up the long sword hilt with pliers, his arm muscles bulging, and lifted the greatsword in one go, plunging it directly into the quenching pool beside him.

Sizzle!

A large amount of white smoke exploded instantly, and the pungent smell of coolant filled the yard.

Qian Hua stared intently at the sword, a deep blue light flashing in his eyes.

A tiny portion of the mental spiderweb surrounding the monster shot off towards the quenching pool.

As the giant sword was retrieved...

The threads gathered in mid-air and solidified into a carving knife that was invisible to the naked eye.

Using his mental power as a blade, he forcibly engraved his ideas into this giant sword.

The carving knife landed on the sword.

A dark golden spark suddenly exploded in the white smoke.

Intricate, precise, and extremely rational runic circuits began to spread rapidly along the blade.

For every inch the sword moves, the energy pressure emanating from it doubles.

The surrounding air began to visibly distort.

Just as the mental carving knife was about to make the final stroke, closing the entire rune array.

A sudden change occurred.

Om-! !

The previously stable light on the surface of the giant sword suddenly flickered violently.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely violent surge of energy erupted from within the blade!

The energy that was originally moving along its trajectory completely went out of control, surging wildly inside the sword like a flood bursting its banks.

boom!

A muffled explosion came from inside the greatsword.

"Hmm!"

Caught off guard, Qian Hua let out a muffled groan that was extremely suppressed.

The web between his right thumb and forefinger, which was gripping the sword, instantly split open. A powerful backlash of energy surged through his mental connection and struck his brain, causing him to stagger backward.

The carving knife crumbled.

After struggling for a few seconds, the violent energy completely subsided.

The light on the surface of the greatsword disappeared, turning it into a lifeless, grayish-black object.

Everything returned to calm.

Qian Hua ignored the blood flowing from the tiger's mouth.

He gripped the hilt of the gray-black greatsword tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Hehehe.

He squeezed the metal sword hilt until it made a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

"Why!"

Qian Hua's eyes changed completely.

His previously indifferent eyes instantly became bloodshot as he stared intently at the extremely fine crack on the sword caused by energy conflict.

"Why did it still fail!"

Qian Hua's voice was hoarse, with a hint of madness.

But the brain is frantically reviewing the events.

"The material ratio, the proportion of black iron and star sand is precise to the extreme, and the angle of the lines drawn by the mental energy carving knife and the pressure applied are without any deviation."

"Even the inscribed runes and the timing of the inscription are perfect."

"Everything was the optimal solution! I had everything done optimally! It shouldn't have failed!"

"But why! Why did I still fail!"

At this moment, Qian Hua was like a gambler who had lost all his chips, unable to accept this outcome that was beyond his calculations.

Not far away, the monster stared wide-eyed.

He stared at the greatsword that Qian Hua was holding tightly in his hand. Although its light had dimmed, as a beast, he could clearly sense the remaining violent aura within the sword.

That feeling of being forcibly compressed, of being torn apart at any moment.

"Failure? Is this considered a failure?"

The monster felt a slight tremor, even briefly forgetting its fear: "This weapon is ridiculously powerful! The violent energy imbued with it—if I had it, my strength would increase by at least 20%!"

He licked his lips, his eyes fixed intently on the greatsword.

Just as he was figuring out how to get his hands on this treasure...

Qian Hua suddenly stopped whispering.

He took a deep breath, and the madness on his face vanished in an instant.

He grabbed the heavy forging hammer next to him with his left hand.

Without any pause, the hammer was raised high above his head, and with a resolute force, it slammed down hard onto the greatsword in his hand!

boom!

A crisp snapping sound.

The newly forged giant sword was broken in two.

The upper half of the sword spun out and landed with a clatter in the rubble pile.

Qian Hua coldly uttered, "Since it's trash, it doesn't deserve to come from my hands."

The monsters behind them were instantly petrified.

His dark yellow eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Depend on!!!"

The monster cursed inwardly with a heart-wrenching rage: "What a waste! What a waste!"

"Such a good treasure, just smashed like that?! Don't give it to me!"

"He's insane! This guy is absolutely insane!"

He was so angry that he was trembling all over.