Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in Dragon King

Chapter 92 Forging Challenge

If a mecha is used, it will limit the use of the martial spirits of some soul masters who have powerful martial spirits.

No matter from which aspect, being a mecha master is not the path that an excellent soul master should take.

After listening to Muye's explanation, Tang Wulin suddenly felt that his worldview was impacted. Was his mecha journey about to end just as it had just begun?

Qian Mo said calmly, "With the current level of development of mechas, they are still more suitable for spirit masters with extremely poor spirit qualities. The most advanced combat power still depends on battle armor."

Zhenhua taught Tang Wulin earnestly and made him understand that the path of a mecha master was not suitable for him.

Makino said with relief: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. It's almost noon. I'll make you something delicious."

Makino suddenly smiled, walked behind the red mech, and pressed on its legs. A beam of light shone down, and a large box slowly dropped from the red mech's belly.

The big box fell steadily into Makino's hands, and with a flash of light and shadow, Makino disappeared on the spot.

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In the cafeteria, Makino had prepared the meal and everyone was enjoying the delicious fairy mushroom soup when there was a sudden knock on the door of the small cafeteria.

"What's the matter?" Zhenhua frowned slightly. Normally, no one would come to disturb him.

"President, something happened in the hall. Someone came here to cause trouble." A hurried voice came from outside the door.

Zhenhua frowned slightly, "Come in and talk."

The door opened, and a middle-aged man walked in. He quickly walked over to Zhenhua and whispered, "President, two people have come from nowhere, one large and one small. The older one is probably a Saint-level blacksmith, and he's challenging us to a forging challenge. But it wasn't him who did it, it was a child he brought with him. He looks about fifteen or sixteen years old."

Qian Mo paused slightly while sipping his soup. He still remembered the plot: the visitors were the Saint Craftsman and Forge Master geniuses of the Xingluo Continent. Most importantly, Zhenhua was attacked by a Super Douluo-level evil spirit master after the forging competition.

"Okay, let's go take a look." As he spoke, he stood up and turned to Makino and said, "You guys go talk first, I'll be back soon."

Makino frowned. "Anyone who dares to challenge me must have some basis. I'll go with you. We can talk about our business later."

Zhenhua was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay. Let's go."

Qian Mo and Tang Wulin naturally followed along, and the four of them took the elevator downstairs. When they arrived at the lobby of the Blacksmith Association, it was already packed.

In the center of the hall stood two people, one old and one young. The older one looked to be in his sixties or seventies, with gray hair, a tall and strong figure, and a pair of particularly deep eyes, without any of the turbidity of old age.

The other person was not only younger, but also a girl, looking about fifteen or sixteen years old, with stunning beauty and a slender figure. Most captivating of all were her hands. They were as white as jade, with exceptionally long fingers. While their size was comparable to that of an adult man's, they were much thinner.

The old man's name is Chang Gongyan and the girl's name is Lin Yuhan.

Chang Gongyan was arrogant and spoke in a bold manner, threatening to test whether the Blacksmith Association was full of people who were seeking fame and reputation.

Qian Mo observed his surroundings imperceptibly, and carefully used his mental power to sense that there was indeed a final exam atmosphere that he hated very much.

The next moment, Qian Mo's lips remained still, his voice a stream of words, echoing simultaneously in the ears of Muye and Zhenhua. "Senior, Teacher, I sense the presence of an evil spirit master among the crowd."

Muye's brows twitched slightly, and he replied in the same forced voice: "Amo, can you determine the location of the evil soul master?"

"I can't confirm it. I can only sense a faint aura. This evil soul master's strength is probably not inferior to that of a Titled Douluo." Qian Mo replied.

Muye's expression was slightly gloomy. An evil soul master above the Titled Douluo level was hiding among the crowd of the Blacksmith Association. It was obvious who his target was.

Muye turned to look at Zhenhua, but saw Zhenhua shaking his head slightly at him.

Muye and Zhenhua have known each other for many years, so he naturally understands that he is unwilling to retreat. He can only secretly concentrate his soul power, increase his attention, gather his strength, and always pay attention to any movement around him.

"Yes, I agree to your request. If you lose, you don't need to obey my orders. Just keep communicating with each other. Blacksmiths are one family, and the world of forging has nothing to do with anything else. As long as everyone strives to pursue the pinnacle of forging, everything else is meaningless."

Zhenhua spoke these words with great dignity, and turned to the staff and instructed, "Prepare two forging tables."

"Yes!"

Preparing a forging table at the Blacksmith Association was a simple matter. It didn't take long before two forging tables were placed in the center of the hall.

"I wonder who on President Zhenhua's side will take action?" Changgong Yan asked in a deep voice.

Zhenhua's gaze shifted between Qian Mo and Tang Wulin, finally settling on Qian Mo. He smiled calmly, "Amo, come here."

"Yes, teacher." Qian Mo walked slowly forward and stood behind the forging table on his side.

Hearing Qian Mo addressing Zhen Hua, Chang Gong Yan's expression changed. He looked at Zhen Hua and asked, "Is this the disciple of President Zhen Hua?"

After Chang Gongyan came to the Federation, he naturally heard about the master craftsman taking in disciples.

Looking at Qian Mo, Chang Gongyan frowned slightly. He wasn't stupid. Anyone chosen by a master craftsman as a disciple must possess exceptional talent. Although the young man looked no older than Yu Han, and he believed Yu Han was a forging genius, the title of "Disciple of the Master Craftsman" still made him vaguely uneasy. But now, the harsh words had been spoken, the arrow was on the string, and it had to be released.

Zhenhua nodded to Changgong Yan, "That's right, Brother Changgong, how would you like to proceed with this match?"

Chang Gongyan's expression was solemn as he slowly spoke, "The simplest way for blacksmiths to compare their abilities is to refine metal. Guild President Zhenhua is so busy, he probably doesn't have much free time. So, let's just have a match to decide the winner. Both sides will choose the same metal to forge and refine. Whoever forges the better metal will win. How about that?"

"Okay." Zhenhua agreed without further ado. He knew very well that Qian Mo's talent in forging was unmatched. In the face of such absolute strength, no matter what conditions the other party proposed, they would be useless.

Lin Yuhan and Qian Mo stood facing each other, and Lin Yuhan's beautiful eyes looked at Qian Mo quietly. Qian Mo's handsome face and noble and holy temperament all had a great attraction to her.

Qian Mo looked up at him, and Lin Yuhan quickly lowered his head, his heart beating like a deer.

"You choose metal!" Hearing Qian Mo's magnetic voice, Lin Yuhan raised his head in surprise.

(End of this chapter)