Short Sword

Once the Matter-Essence hybrid air was ready to be properly converted, Ning pulled on it. The thing became thin and stretched as Ning pulled on it.

Byron watched from the side, slightly nodding as what Ning did was correct to his eyes. He had to pull it and then start hammering on it too… 

Ning didn't bring out any hammer and simply continued pulling on the thing without stopping.

Byron wanted to tell Ning that he was doing it wrong, that he had to change it as he pulled, but he didn't want to distract him right now. He would have to hope that Ning knew what he was doing.

In the meanwhile, he moved away the other people from around the area just in case.

Ning continued pulling and whatever he pulled would remain in his hands, grasped tightly. He pulled and pulled and pulled until there was nothing to pull anymore.