Hundred-Forged Black Iron
Redakteur: Henyee Translations
It's almost done!
Ten minutes later, Wang Teng accurately found the right time and took the black iron out of the furnace.
He raised his hammer and smashed it down. The sound of hammering rang in the classroom.
At this moment, the other students had also started hammering. The entire smithery studio was filled with the sound of metal smashing metal.
Wang Teng's hammering sound merged with the other noises. To the untrained ears, it was the same as others.
Xiong Ba raised his eyebrows.
"This sound."
His ears moved, and he immediately found the source.
Although he listened to all these noises every day in the smithery room, his sense of hearing wasn't worse than other people.
As a martial warrior, he had his ways of protecting his ears.
To a blacksmith, the sense of hearing was crucial. That was because they needed to listen to the sound of metal.