Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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One month later.

In the north of the Waterwood Principality, northeast of Coldwind City, lies the Cold Wind Camp.

At the Military Camp Forge Area, a wave of heat rises, dispelling the relentless cold that howls from the north. Many burly men are bare-chested, brandishing their forging hammers.

Before a forge, Ling Yi, wearing an open-front short jacket, has his chest and arms, as white as jade, exposed, glistening with tiny beads of sweat. No matter how one looks at him, he stands out from the rough men around him.

However, the dozen or so master craftsmen present, whether blacksmiths or not, dare not underestimate this young man, who is not only young but also as handsome as a wealthy young lord.

Ling Yi's feet are firmly planted on the ground, his calves exerting force as his body twists. The forging hammer in his hand, larger than a human head, swings in a perfect circle in the air and strikes the dark, reddish alloy blade on the anvil in front of him with a heavy thud.

After one strike, the large forging hammer flies up with the force of the rebound. Ling Yi steps on the pedal connected to the bellows, his body quickly turning, and the forging hammer follows the momentum, drawing another circle in the air and striking the alloy blade, which is now glowing more brightly, with even greater force.

"Clang! Clang! Clang-clang-clang—!!!"

"Whoosh—Whoosh—Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh—!"

Amidst the explosive, storm-like continuous strikes, the whistling sound of the forging hammer cutting through the air is incessant, telling everyone present just how terrifying the force of each hammer swing is.

But beneath this terror, there is a clear rhythm, a pleasant and harmonious sound, coupled with Ling Yi's movements, which are like a dance, exuding a rugged and masculine beauty.

A dozen meters away, several burly men who are not forging are either standing with their arms crossed, hands on their hips, or hands behind their backs, their eyes fixed on Ling Yi, not missing a single hammer swing or movement.

Watching for a while, one of them finally can't help but speak, his face showing his pent-up feelings: "I've seen others use the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique, but no one can make it as breathtaking as Brother Ling..."

"Exactly!" another person chimes in, "Even Master Jin, when he, Master Fu, and Master Li Qiang competed in forging skills before the Grand Duke's palace, his Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique wasn't as fluid and natural as Brother Ling's..."

"Clang—!!"

The conversation among the men a dozen meters away does not affect Ling Yi's forging. Another powerful strike, and Ling Yi spins on the spot twice, dissipating the remaining force from the hammer.

Without waiting for the metallic sounds to fade, Ling Yi takes a deep breath and swings the forging hammer again, striking the now smaller, glowing alloy blade.

"Too bad~"

On the other side, one of the burly men watching shakes his head and sighs, "Brother Ling only learned the thirty-six moves of the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique from Master Jin. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to repeat it over and over, with short pauses in between. These pauses, though brief, still affect the final quality of the work..."

"Cut it out~" another person rolls his eyes and says sarcastically, "Even Master Jin only learned the thirty-six moves in Gengxin City. How could he teach Brother Ling more even if he wanted to..."

"Besides~" the man pauses, his eyes filled with admiration as he looks at Ling Yi, who is about to complete another round of thirty-six hammer strikes. He takes a deep breath and says solemnly, "Even with just the thirty-six moves, Brother Ling's forging skills far surpass ours!

In the entire army, apart from the Shi brothers who can forge seven-hundred-tempered weapons, who among you can forge a five-hundred-tempered war blade or three spearheads in less than half a day?

For a five-hundred-tempered weapon, how long does it take any of us just to temper the materials?"

At this rhetorical question, the men fall silent, the only sounds being the continuous hammering in the forge area and the clear, rhythmic strikes that stand out among the uneven sounds, like a stream of clear water.

Fifteen minutes later, Ling Yi finally stops forging, standing in place, taking deep breaths for a dozen times before regaining control of his breathing.

At the same time, he doesn't forget to activate his soul power to nourish the sore, burning, and slightly trembling muscles in his calves, waist, back, arms, wrists, and hands.

At this moment, several figures approach, their voices preceding them: "Brother Ling's Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique has become even more refined. It won't be long before you break through to the thousand-tempered level and become a Blacksmith Master—!"

"Brother Xue, you flatter me~" Ling Yi looks at the approaching men, smiles, and humbly says, "My skills are still far from perfect. Whether it's the force or the alloy ratios, I still need more practice..."

"Sigh—"

At this, Ling Yi sighs and shakes his head, continuing, "If becoming a Blacksmith Master were that easy, the Waterwood Principality wouldn't have only three Blacksmith Masters to this day—"

"Yes—!"

Hearing Ling Yi's words, the men nod in agreement, their faces showing a sense of lament. Brother Xue sighs, "Sigh—! At least you, Brother Ling, know the direction for your future efforts. We... sigh—!"

"Our forging skills have reached a bottleneck, and we don't even know how to improve~" another man adds, "The subtleties of force conversion, whether from Master Fu or you, Brother Ling, have been explained to us in great detail, but our brains just can't grasp it..."

The other men nod in agreement.

Sometimes, one has to admit that the gap in talent between people can be so great that it's disheartening.

The same task, some people can reach the peak of their current stage with ease, while others, no matter how hard they try, can't reach that seemingly close goal.

Take them, for example. They have reached the level of senior blacksmiths, and they don't consider themselves lacking in talent. In terms of strength, each of them is either an Eighteenth or Nineteenth Level One-Ring Soul Master or a Twenty-odd Level Two-Ring Great Soul Master. Even the Shi brothers, the most skilled in the military camp, are powerful Battle Soul Venerables!

But when it comes to the force conversion in forging, they always fall short by just a little bit.

And this little bit makes the gap between them and a Blacksmith Master seem insurmountable.

As the saying goes, a small error can lead to a huge difference, and this is no exception.

"Brothers~" facing the dejected men, Ling Yi chuckles and consoles them, "Remember, even the strongest talent won't reach the peak without effort.

I believe that diligence can make up for lack of talent. Ninety-nine percent sweat and one percent inspiration will surely lead us to success!"

Under Ling Yi's motivational words, the burly men's faces show a look of enlightenment, and their admiration for Ling Yi grows even stronger.

And Ling Yi's motivational words are not over: "Although that moment of inspiration hasn't come yet, I believe it will appear at some point in the future!

What we need to do is to have the strength and foundation to seize it when it does—!!!"

(End of Chapter)