401 A Powerful Opponent

Tang Wulin's arms began moving faster and faster, his hammers thundering down upon the titanium crystal like a raging storm. Although forging hammers didn't have a standard weight, hammers were generally better if they weighed more. Tang Wulin's hammers certainly weren't light. In spite of that, he swung them easily, his arms resembling a windmill as he continuously struck the titanium crystal. Crisp metallic notes resounding throughout the arena, and the sounds soon began ringing out so fast that they blended together to form one clear, everlasting note. The music of a craftsman filled the air. It was a wondrous experience for everyone in the audience.

Tang Wulin circled the metal as he forged it, continuously adjusting the angle of his strikes, but as time passed, no change seemed to occur to the titanium crystal's mass. It was almost as if Tang Wulin's strikes were too soft.