Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method (5)

Hearing Tang San's words, the big fellow's expression immediately softened. They all came from poor families, so in their hearts they immediately felt great sympathy; moreover, this child still attended Nuoding academy. The big fellow simply said:

"Very well. If you want to come, then come. There are some odd jobs to do for us, you can always carry tea and hand out water. However, wages won't be too high, but food can be guaranteed. How's that?"

"That's alright, no problem."

Tang San rejoiced, and hurriedly replied.

The blacksmiths all smiled good-naturedly towards Tang San, the big fellow glared at the bunch, saying:

"What are you looking at, don't you need to work. Hurry up, tonight I'll invite everyone to drink ale."

Hearing the big fellow's words, the blacksmiths' enthusiasm immediately greatly increased, each and every one swung their hammers and continued their work.

The big fellow lifted the forging hammer in his hand, forging pig iron before him to one side, saying to Tang San:

"I'm called Shi San, Shi of rock, you can call me uncle San. This smithy is my inheritance. Hereafter you come to work for me here, I'll guarantee every day's midday meal and supper, and give you ten copper spirit coins, that's also a silver spirit coin. If you're efficient, I'll give you a bit more. Oh, that's right, what's your name?"

"Uncle San, I'm called Tang San."

"Tang San? Ha-ha, good, both our names have a "San", seems this truly is predestined. What village did you come from?"

Tang San said:

"I'm from Holy Spirit village."

Shi San said:

"You just now said you studied forging with your father from childhood. You are this small, what could your father have taught you?"

Tang San said:

"Of course forging. Uncle San, you must not see me as small, but I have the strength, forging pig iron is no problem."

Shi San laughed loudly,

"Brothers, our new little assistant says he also can forge. You believe it?"

The blacksmiths immediately roared with laughter. Tang San looked like a six or seven year old, this was even after obtaining the first spirit ring when his stature grew somewhat. From looking at his outward appearance, who could believe he could forge?

Being looked down on by people always felt bad, Tang San said:

"Uncle San, I really can forge, if you don't believe it, you let me have a go."

Shi San stopped his work at hand, leaning the forging hammer on the ground,

"Like this then, if you can pick up my hammer, I'll believe you."

As he spoke, he passed the hammer handle to Tang San. Because the hammer head was in contact with the ground, he did not fear Tang San would be unable to hold it up and be smashed.

"Uncle San, you are ridding this piece of pig iron of impurities. I'll help you accomplish it well."

Tang San took the forging hammer handle from Shi San.

With Shi San's inborn extraordinary strength, this forging hammer he used was clearly bigger compared to other peoples'. Compared to Tang San's height it was taller by half a chi or so. Right now, he again had become the focus of the entire smithy, the blacksmiths watching him all appeared to have laughing expressions. But, they very quickly stopped smiling, because, Tang San already lifted that forging hammer, and also was smoothly raising it before him.

Compared to ordinary forging hammers its weight it was thirty percent more, Tang San judged as the forging hammer parted from the ground. Although somewhat heavy, considering him before he obtained a spirit ring, he still could use it with an effort, let alone right now.

Seeing Tang San slowly lift the forging hammer, Shi San was also staring wide eyed, gasping in admiration,

"Good strength, worthy of the son of a blacksmith."

Tang San with eyes brilliant stared fixedly at the pig iron in the furnace, breathed out loudly, and fiercely swung Shi San's forging hammer.

"Hei."

Soles firmly gripping the ground, lower legs abruptly generating force, strength passing up, Tang San's body half turning, and the huge forging hammer swung completely around obliquely, heavily striking on that chunk of pig iron.

The great clanging sound, already made the blacksmiths' smiling expressions become stunned. Immediately following, in pace with the iron hammer's rebound, Tang San quickly made a turn, the iron hammer in his hands once again swung, again making a loud sound, the iron hammer compared to before falling even more heavily on the red hot pig iron.

"Uncle San, I'll trouble you to help me draw the bellows. The temperature is not enough."

Tang San said quickly, his third blow again already swinging up. This time, the forging hammer's power was even more violent, bringing a wuwu wind sound.

Shi San was still an old blacksmith, and naturally understood the consequence of insufficient temperature, and hurriedly squatted to one side, pulling up the bellows.

The following scene made a lifelong impression on the blacksmiths present. That heavy forging hammer seemed to be alive in Tang San's hands, it drew one circle after another in the air, imbued with rhythm, beating sounds just like a violent storm acting within the smithy.

Nobody paid attention to Tang San's both hands that already became shining white like jade. Accompanying the clanging sounds, that chunk of pig iron continuously pulsated under the forging hammer.

Shi San on one side was drawing the bellows with full strength, on one side closely staring at Tang San swinging the hammer, his expression was already beyond shocked.

The other smiths all knew Shi San's hammer was very heavy, and naturally knew the difficulty of continuously beating. Especially being like Tang San this kind of heavy hammer, it was even more difficult in the extreme.

Clang. The last beat completed, Tang San brought the forging hammer to its former place after turning two circles, diffusing the hammer's momentum. The big hammer head downward, again dropping to the ground, causing the smithy and blacksmith's hearts simultaneously a moment of shock.

Twenty seven blows, a full twenty seven continuously sustained beats, before Shi San's forging that chunk of pig iron had not changed its appearance an iota, but was now reduced to a circle.

Tang San doing this, Shi San knew he could also do himself, but would an entire day's time. One must know, Shi San had formally been a blacksmith for fifteen years' time already.

Seeing the slightly panting and forehead appearing sweaty Tang San, Shi San stuttered:

"Tha-, that couldn't have been Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method? Among forging arts the most powerful continuous forging art?"

Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method? What's that?"

Tang San said uncertainly.

Shi San's cheeks were already flushing red because of excitement,

"What is called Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method, is a kind of continuous beating forging method, leveraging force, able to most perfectly bring out us blacksmiths' physical strength. It is said the most awesome smiths can continuously swing eighty one times, directly having a chunk of pig iron take on the appearance they want. Most importantly, Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method is the most powerful technique for driving out impurities in metal, I still thought it was lost long ago, I didn't expect to see it today in your hands."