Please, graduates, slay the demon!

The tedious and monotonous blacksmithing continued all day long.

Today's events have clearly impacted some people.

Their hammering and concentration far exceeded that of yesterday.

After Zhang Xianzhong and Luo Pengfei learned that these knives were intended for use by foreign reconnaissance troops, they would carefully inspect them after each forging to see if there were any other flaws.

Chen Yang consumed a total of four Qi and Blood Pills. The rapid burst of Qi and Blood enhanced his muscle strength, making him swing his hammer at a speed far exceeding that of others, and his bones broke at a frequency several times higher than those of Qi Zijian and others.

The crackling and booming sounds of bones echoed all day long, and Chen Yang could feel that his elbow bones were also developing towards a state of bone strength as strong as steel.

In three days at most, he will be able to complete the arm tempering and take another step towards the first stage of the second rank.

Then, after completing the tempering of his ribs, spine, shinbones, and the entire skull, he can advance in rank.

Although blacksmithing is tedious, time flies by once you immerse yourself in it.

As the sunset painted the sky red and fell upon the white walls and black eaves of the military district, Old Man Sun once again called a halt to the blacksmithing.

It seems that whenever there is a sunset, Old Man Sun will call for a halt.

This time, instead of being eager for quick success and continuing to forge iron, the new recruits walked out of the blacksmith's shop one by one and gazed at the sunset.

Today's events taught everyone a lesson:

Here, everyone is very close to death.

Perhaps if you miss this fiery red sunset today, you won't see it again tomorrow.

Because of the high wall in the distance, the setting sun quickly disappeared from sight.

After the sky darkened, the new recruits in the convict camp cleaned up the blacksmith's shop and dispersed.

Twelve battle knives have already been produced today, and completing Ma Yuchao's task by the end of the month will be very easy.

Chen Yang moved a small stool and sat down in front of Old Man Sun, and began to play chess with him.

Today is a new game, and Chen Yang is still playing black.

At first, Chen Yang's every move was within Old Man Sun's calculations. After losing six or seven rounds, he went through all the possibilities in his mind and gradually began to show his talent, winning round after round.

"How do you plan to participate in recruit night?"

As the rain continued, Old Man Sun suddenly uttered those words.

Chen Yang looked directly into the old man's eyes, but the old man didn't look at him; his attention was focused on the chessboard.

Chen Yang took a deep breath and revealed his plan with Qi Zijian and the others in its entirety, without hiding anything.

When he first started listening, Old Man Sun frowned and tried several times to interrupt Chen Yang to point out the flaws.

But as Chen Yang explained in more detail, Old Man Sun's brows relaxed, and his eyes even revealed a hint of praise.

"Aren't you afraid I'll expose this to Ma Yuchao?" Old Man Sun asked after listening.

"If you tell me, I'll say you instigated me to steal cigarettes and alcohol from the recruits at night."

Old Sun had just started laughing happily when his expression suddenly turned serious.

He quietly stared at the chessboard, his left hand constantly making calculations, going over Chen Yang's plan again and again in his mind. Only after confirming that there were no problems with the plan did he slowly exhale a breath of stale air.

"Kid, this old man wants to make a deal with you."

transaction?

What kind of transaction?

Seemingly noticing Chen Yang's unusual gaze, Old Man Sun continued:

"I want you to do something for me on recruit night."

Chen Yang remained silent for a moment, then said coldly:

"make a deal."

The old man was taken aback, then panicked slightly: "I haven't even told you what I want you to do! What if I want you to go and die!"

Chen Yang replied firmly, "I never said I wanted to trade anything with you. What if I want something you're unwilling to give me?"

The old man was speechless for a moment. He wondered if Chen Yang had been with him for too long, because that little mouth of his seemed to be poisoned. If he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, he could probably poison him to death.

Chen Yang said, "Tell me what you want me to do?"

Chen Yang could sense that what Old Man Sun wanted him to do on his first night as a recruit was definitely not simple. People with his personality weren't good at making deals or asking others for favors.

Old Sun shook his head:

"Tell me what you're offering in exchange for doing this."

Chen Yang remained silent, staring blankly at Old Man Sun. Old Man Sun gave him the same look. The old man and the young man were playing a riddle game with each other.

In the end, Chen Yang chose to compromise first:

"I want that breathing technique. The one you got from the great demon."

Old Sun's breath hitched; he hadn't expected Chen Yang to ask for such a high price.

If Qi Zijian were here, he would at most ask me to give him a few days off.

Chen Yang was clever, but also cunning and greedy. At that moment, Old Man Sun wished he could slap him.

"Didn't I tell you? That breathing technique can't be taught, it's impossible to teach, and it shouldn't be taught. If I could teach it, why wouldn't I tell everyone in the entire camp so they could all learn it? That way, the success rate of slaying demons would be much higher."

"What do you mean by 'cannot be taught,' 'cannot be taught,' or 'cannot be taught'?" Chen Yang pointed to his head. He always thought he had pretty good talent, and that he should be able to learn even the most difficult things without failing to grasp the basics.

"Because if I teach you this breathing technique, you will die."

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

The two looked at each other, their eyes meeting.

Chen Yang's first reaction was that he felt Old Man Sun was just giving him the runaround.

If learning this breathing technique will kill you, then how are you still alive?

If you're going to lie to me, at least come up with a better reason.

Who do they think they're fooling?!

"Never mind, Mr. Sun, I don't think we can communicate."

Finally, Chen Yang took a deep breath, got up, and left.

"stop."

Old Man Sun called out to Chen Yang, who also took a few deep breaths, turned around and took out more than a dozen iron swords from the blacksmith's shop, and threw one of them to Chen Yang.

"Believe it or not, if I teach you that thing, you really will die. I can't give you the breathing technique, but this old man can give you other rewards."

As he spoke, the old man gestured with his chin towards the iron sword in Chen Yang's hand:

"Come on, cut me."

Chen Yang stared into Old Man Sun's eyes, and after confirming that the other party was no longer joking, he gently weighed the battle knife in his hand, turned the blade around so that the edge was facing upwards.

Then, Chen Yang pushed off the ground with his left foot, unleashing 10% of his blood and energy, and rushed to Old Man Sun. He raised his battle sword and slashed upwards at Old Man Sun's neck.

Seeing this, Old Man Sun smiled.

Next, Old Man Sun easily parried Chen Yang's attack by flipping his sword across the back of his hand.

"clang!"

The clanging of metal against metal echoed throughout the courtyard. Chen Yang felt a tingling sensation in his hand, never expecting that Old Man Sun would actually get serious, and that the force of his burst of qi and blood was no less than his own.

At that moment, Chen Yang unleashed 70% of his vital energy, turned his blade, and slashed downwards at Old Man Sun.

"Kid, open your eyes and look carefully."

Old Man Sun took a step back, changed his grip on the knife from one hand to two, and met Chen Yang's slashing sword from below.

"clang!"

It was another metallic clanging sound.

At this moment, Chen Yang stood there blankly, his hands throbbing with pain, and his gaze was fixed on the battle sword in his hand.

The superior iron sword in his hand had been cut in half by Old Man Sun, while the long sword of the same material in Old Man Sun's hand showed no signs of being dulled.

Old Sun tossed his intact battle knife to Chen Yang and broke off a branch from a tree in the yard.

Old Sun smiled and asked, "Again?"

Chen Yang nodded, picked up a brand-new iron battle knife from the ground, and then unleashed his full power, slashing horizontally at Old Man Sun's waist.

Just as the sword was about to slash at Old Man Sun's waist, Chen Yang suddenly withdrew his sword, turned around, and changed the horizontal slash into a thrust, completing a feint before aiming straight for Old Man Sun's throat.

"clang!"

This time, Chen Yang didn't even see the movement clearly.

Then, the branch in Old Man Sun's hand trembled, and after the pain in his hand, his sword broke in two again.