Please, graduates, slay the demon!

"Clang clang clang".

The sound of hammering continued.

Overnight, Chen Yang felt he had become somewhat addicted to blacksmithing.

After five rounds of breathing exercises and continuing to forge iron, he could clearly feel that his ten fingers had been tempered.

It is a true refinement process that propels one from the first rank to the second rank.

A first-rank martial artist is still at the level of Qi and blood, focusing on using Qi to strengthen muscle quality, which will greatly increase the speed and power of their punches.

However, after this punch, to maintain the same level of punching, one needs new spiritual energy to nourish the blood and qi.

The second rank involves using spiritual energy to directly temper the bones.

Nourish your bones with spiritual energy to achieve the effect of having bones as strong as steel.

Chen Yang felt that his grip on the hammer was much stronger than before, but he did not apply too much spiritual energy to his grip.

This is because his finger joints have been tempered.

If an ordinary person were to slash Chen Yang's finger with an iron steel knife, it would definitely be the iron steel knife that breaks off.

Although there were only a few small bones, Chen Yang was already very satisfied.

This speed already puts them ahead of 90% of low-level martial artists in their advancement.

From elementary school to junior high school, students learn about qi and blood circulation, and breathing techniques.

Upon entering the first tier of high school, one masters the basic techniques.

Universities began to move towards the second and third tiers.

Only by passing the exam to become a sect's prodigy can one gain the resources to advance to the fourth or even fifth rank of Grandmaster.

The advancement speed of human martial artists is just that slow.

What delighted Chen Yang even more was that, despite having no opportunity to cultivate in the environment of this criminal camp, he unexpectedly gained an improvement.

Once you become a second-grade martial artist, you will have a certain degree of influence in the world today.

"Clang clang clang".

As Chen Yang forged the iron, he glanced at the monk Wukang and the old man Sun Wen.

Shen Nanfeng must have learned some kind of cultivation technique, which is why he was able to maintain his momentum in the competition and win against Chen Yang.

The breathing technique that the old man unintentionally taught while forging blacksmiths must have been some kind of special breathing method.

Could this be the breathing technique that Ma Yuchao and the legion commander asked Old Man Sun to hand over?

Is this how he taught us criminals?

There was also a monk of the same age. Why was this person able to keep swinging the hammer from beginning to end? There were things about him that Chen Yang couldn't understand.

"Clang clang clang".

After dropping the hammer and feeling exhausted, Chen Yang continued to sit in place, breathing in spiritual energy.

After this series of actions, the graduates present were somewhat bewildered. They wanted to leave, but felt a little awkward.

After resting for another two or three minutes, Qi Zijian turned his gaze to Old Man Sun.

The old man was completely focused on the battle sword being forged in the furnace, paying no attention to what was happening here.

Finally, Qi Zijian couldn't hold back any longer and asked:

"Master Sun, the Legion Commander's order to you is to hand over this batch of swords to the Investigation Legion by the end of the month. If we slack off like this, we definitely won't be able to deliver the goods. Are you really just going to abandon us? If you really don't care about me, I'm going to go back to sleep."

Old Sun continued forging the battle sword, not even glancing at Qi Zijian:

"Go ahead and do what you want. I'm not Ma Yuchao, I don't have time to care about you bunch of good-for-nothings. I just want to live my own life."

The old man really doesn't care anymore!

Zhang Xianzhong and Luo Pengfei exchanged glances, got up, dusted off their trousers, and walked outside.

Seeing that someone was about to leave, the other graduates looked at each other and then stood up as well.

They were really exhausted. Luo Pengfei's hand bone was fractured, and he was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.

This job is simply not for humans!

Just as everyone was about to leave, Zhang Xianzhong noticed that a familiar face was missing. He turned around and saw that Qi Zijian was still standing there.

Zhang Xianzhong asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

Qi Zijian remained silent, his eyes fixed intently on Chen Yang's blacksmithing movements. He then turned to look at Old Man Sun, who was playing chess nearby, and felt that something was amiss.

"Old Qi, are you leaving or not? If you're not leaving, we won't wait for you."

"Old Qi...Old Qi?"

Zhang Xianzhong muttered a few more words, and this time, everyone was stunned.

Because Qi Zijian at this moment was completely different from his usual cheeky and lively self.

He stood there.

Not moving at all.

Just like wood.

"Old Qi, are you stupid?"

Zhang Xianzhong stepped forward, intending to wave his hand in front of Qi Zijian.

Qi Zijian suddenly turned around, raised the iron hammer, and started banging it.

This unusual behavior made everyone feel uneasy.

The hammer felt really heavy. Qi Zijian only struck it two or three times before his face turned pale and he was covered in sweat.

"you..."

Zhang Xianzhong was speechless for a moment.

His family has been stationed in the military for generations.

When he first arrived here as a criminal, he still had some principles.

But after spending half a month together, Qi Zijian's roguish nature had already infected him to a great extent.

Aside from not being as cunning and deceitful as Qi Zijian, he takes every opportunity to be lazy.

But what's wrong with this kid today?

He had told Old Man Sun to slack off, but now he was back to working like crazy forging iron.

Who are you trying to impress with your infighting tactics?!

betray!

The wounds of betrayal never heal!

Thinking of this, Zhang Xianzhong gritted his teeth, grabbed Luo Pengfei, and walked out of the shop.

"We can't leave."

Qi Zijian said breathlessly:

"If we leave, we'll fall into the old man's trap."

Qi Zijian's comprehension was not as good as Chen Yang's, and he did not understand the importance of blacksmithing.

If the old man hadn't said that last sentence, he really would have run away with Zhang Xianzhong.

Having grown up in City Eleven, he was better at reading people than Chen Yang.

"Do you remember what old man Sun was planning? He got the corps commander to fire him and force him to retire. If we don't complete this shipment, the worst that can happen to old man Sun is that he'll be dismissed or demoted to a private. But what about us?"

A "click" sound.

The sound came from Qi Zijian's right hand, so he switched to his left hand and continued pounding.

"We're criminals. Old Sun's gone, but we can't leave. What if someone else takes over, like Ma Yuchao? Will you still be able to drink beer and eat peanuts? I can still smoke. Will we all still have a good life?"

It's really just a few very small things.

But when Qi Zijian said this, his eyes revealed fear.

Moreover, everyone present felt a chill.

When they first arrived, everyone thought life in the prison camp would be tough, but they ended up meeting a strange old man who seemed oblivious to the world.

Now, the old man is gone, and a normal person has taken his place.

Then I'll really have to experience life as a criminal.

Zhang Xianzhong turned to look at Old Man Sun.

At some point, Old Man Sun had turned his back and was carefully examining the battle swords that were being forged.

The old man's silhouette looked like an old man in a straw raincoat fishing by the river in winter, exuding a sense of detachment from worldly affairs.

Zhang Xianzhong understood, Luo Pengfei understood, and everyone present understood.

They all stepped forward, picked up the iron hammers that had fallen to the ground, and began to hammer them away.

But in the corners that these people can't see.

After hearing the sounds of blacksmithing, Old Man Sun, who had his back turned, used one hand to adjust the position of the forging blade with fire tongs.

He covered his mouth with his other hand, trying hard to suppress his laughter.