Rise to Fame

Being a blacksmith for the past one month, Zhou Kui's muscles had turned bronze in color by the heat. His sweat made him look shiny.

After making more than a thousand strikes in one breath, Zhou Kui finally took a break to regulate his breathing.

The other people in the smithy also stopped. They took this time to wipe their sweat and drink some water, or eat a beast relic.

After all, forging metal was extremely tiring.

"Damn, I finally forged a good piece of metal."

Zhou Kui looked at the hot-red metal on the anvil with glee.

"Ha, Brother Kui, you are getting better at using the Hurricane Hammer skill!"

A member from the Xuanwu Army said with a laugh.

"I guess so."