Chapter Nine: Innate Talent

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"Come in." Meng said to Tang Wulin.

"Oh."

Following Meng into the studio, the hall was a mess, with all sorts of metal parts strewn about. Tang Wulin could only barely make out that many of these parts should belong to mecha soul tools.

Mang didn't stop, continuing to walk inward. He hurried to follow.

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This place doesn't look very big from the outside, but inside it's quite spacious. Passing through a corridor, Meng brought Tang Wulin into a room.

There was a workbench in the room, which was still too high for Tang Wulin to reach at his current height.

Tang Wulin stopped and turned to face Mo Shang, "Do you know what forging is"

Tang Wulin shook his head blankly.

Māng faintly said: “Actually, I didn't want to accept you. You are too young and not suitable for forging. But your father insisted on letting you try. If you try it and find it doesn't suit you, just leave here. But don't cry in front of me, understand”

"I won't cry, Uncle Meng," Tang Wulin said stubbornly.

"This is your task for today," Meng Dao said, pointing to the side.

On the ground beside it, there was a half-meter-high metal platform with a circular metal piece on top. Below it was a soul-guidance screen.

Meng from the side picked up two skillfully crafted metal hammers and handed them to Tang Wulin, "See that circular piece of metal Use these two hammers to strike it one thousand times, five hundred on each side. Only when you exert enough force will the counter start counting. It's roughly the amount of power you need to swing the hammer up and smash down. Once you're done, I'll tell you about forging. If you can't finish, then you don't have to come back."

Done, he shoved a pair of metal hammers into Tang Wulin's hands and turned to leave.

The metal hammer handle is about a foot long, and the hammer head is cylindrical, half a foot long, with a diameter of about ten centimeters across. Each handle weighs about ten jin. For a child only six years old, this is already quite a heavy weight. Let alone wielding it to strike.

Tang Wulin saw the hammer and also frowned, but when he took it from Meng Hao's hand, he was surprised to find that the pair of hammers didn't seem as heavy as he had imagined.

Is he scary Uncle Mang looks fierce, but he's actually quite nice.

Tang Wulin's face revealed a hint of understanding smile, his right hand swung the hammer and smashed it down onto the circular metal.

"Bang!" A metallic clang startled him. The soul guidance screen below seemed to be activated, and as it lit up, a single number one appeared on the screen.

With his left hand, he swung the hammer up and brought it down with a resounding "bang!"

II.

It doesn't seem too difficult! Tang Wulin swung his arms and hammer, starting to strike.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!" The continuous hammering made the numbers on the screen jump incessantly. The hammer didn't seem too heavy; at least Tang Wulin didn't feel a great deal of burden. A pair of iron hammers hammered continuously, and the numbers below kept increasing.

When he reached one hundred strikes, his body started to sweat. At three hundred strikes, his arms began to ache.

Keep going, Dad! Perseverance is victory!

Gritting his teeth against the burning sensation, Tang Wulin continued to swing his twin hammers.

After five hundred reps, the soreness finally transformed into a burning ache, but he still pushed through, refusing to give up.

The aching sensation was intensifying, and Tang Wulin's arms had started to turn slightly red. But he gritted his teeth and persevered nonetheless.

He kept telling himself in his heart, I must study hard and forge, to make money to buy souls. To make my parents happy, and I can also protect Nalle.

By the seven hundredth blow, my arms felt heavy and I could barely lift them anymore. The swing of the hammer was noticeably slower.

But he still gritted his teeth and persisted, sweat dripping down like a stream. The school uniform issued by the academy had stuck to his body, with sweat constantly dripping. Just then, Tang Wulin suddenly felt a numbness in his tailbone, and his whole body trembled like an electric shock. The original soreness seemed to have weakened by a few points. The hammer, which he already felt was very heavy, also became lighter again.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The continued pounding felt less heavy after the first three hundred blows.

"One thousand!" The number finally jumped to the position Meng wanted. Tang Wulin only then put down his hammers and gasped for breath. He could feel it himself, the pain in his palms that wouldn't go away, his arms ached as if they weren't his own. Besides that, there was a sense of exhilaration, numbness from the tailbone spreading all the way up to the neck, back and forth, breaking free of the unbearable constraint.

What he couldn't see was that faint golden veins were also constantly wandering around his spine, accompanying the numbness.

It took him five whole minutes to catch his breath.

"Uncle Mang, I'm finished." Tang Wulin had searched for half an hour before finding Mang in a room, tinkering with a part.

He was stunned for a moment, glanced at the watch on his wrist. It had only been half an hour since he gave Tang Wulin the mission.

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"Are you done smashing"

"Yeah!" Tang Wulin nodded.

Seeing him drenched in sweat, Meng didn't question him further. He always preferred facts over speculation. He stood up and led Tang Wulin back to the previous room.

A thousand, a huge number appeared before his eyes. The instrument was set up by him himself, a six-year-old child naturally couldn't cheat. But it was still unbelievable.

Two iron hammers, they weren't heavy for him, of course, but they were definitely solid, each weighing a good ten jin. A normal adult male swinging such hammers a thousand times would probably have sore arms and wouldn't be able to lift them up. It would be very difficult to finish even half of them. Let alone a child who was only six years old.

The test Meng gave was essentially a way of refusing. He and Tang Ziran got along well, so he couldn't directly refuse, but he really didn't want to teach a six-year-old child who he thought couldn't possibly learn blacksmithing in his eyes.

The present...

"Hit me again, don't stop, never stop," Meng said in a low voice.

"Good." Tang Wulin picked up his hammer again, resting for a while. The soreness in his arms lessened somewhat.

"Bang, bang, bang..." hammer after hammer fell, with no technique, no leverage, just that simple, direct hammering on the metal piece.

Based on his experience forging weapons, just by taking a few glances, he determined that this child possessed the strength to wield these hammers and complete the hammering.

Could this be the fabled innate talentout any reservations or concerns about winning or losing. 。There was no excessive scheming, nor any plans. 。...to face the strong, to show all of one's efforts and everything they have... 。As long as...