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But the probability of all five sword blanks failing is only 23.7%.

And Chen Anzhi is not an ordinary person with the ability to shape the body.

At this time, it was time to quench the sword blank forged by Chen Anzhi.

He used the eight-sided Han sword. Its blade was straight, its spine thicker than an ordinary sword, and its strength was enhanced by adding facets. It used more steel than an ordinary sword, and its slashing power was significantly greater than that of an ordinary sword.

The shaping psychic in charge of quenching had steady hands. He clamped the sword blank with pliers and placed the sword into the gas furnace.

Burn the sword blank red hot.

A pair of eyes ignored the dazzling flames and carefully observed the changes of the sword in the flames.

Lao Wang looked at it with disdain. He thought that this sword blank, made by someone unknown, was too thick, which made it very easy to be heated unevenly and would directly crack during quenching.

Finally, the man pulled out the sword with pliers. The sword was heated to a temperature almost incandescent, a temperature few people would use to quench it.

Even if the quenching is successful, the sword body will be too hard and the yield strength will be low.

It breaks easily when chopped.

But that man had his own considerations. The blade of the sword in his hand was thicker than that of an ordinary sword, so he was not afraid of it breaking when he chopped it.

He was extremely sensitive to the amount of mutated metals in steel, though he couldn't estimate it with the same precision as those with superpowers. He could tell that the amount of mutated silicon-manganese in this steel was a bit too high. While this would increase the sword's strength, it would also weaken its resistance to energy erosion.

The psychic took a deep breath and then suddenly immersed the entire sword blank into the quenching oil.

With a hissing sound, thick smoke poured out of the quenching tank. Because the temperature was so high, the quenching oil on the surface ignited directly. A raging flame soared, reaching three or four meters high.

Everyone present stared intently at the quenching tank, regardless of the outcome of the bet. As long as the sword was successfully quenched, producing three swords from the five sword blanks would be a jaw-dropping feat.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A crisp sound echoed from the quenching tank, and the onlookers, already with shapes that had been watching, expressed regret. The sword had failed to quench, and must have broken in the quenching tank.

"Haha."

A smug smile appeared on Old Wang's face. Song You's crystal had already fallen into his hands. Once it fell into his hands, he could sell it and make a lot of money.

Chen Anzhi's heart skipped a beat on the side. This couldn't be possible. Was his sword-forging skill so poor?

At this time, Song You narrowed his eyes and was a little panicked.

Shen Bei said that Chen Yixing is Chen Anzhi. Even such a big shot can make mistakes?

Gan ah!

How can it be!

He took the pliers from the psychic's hand and pulled the sword blank out of the quenching tank. The sword blank was intact, but it was covered with oil and it was difficult to see if there were any cracks on it.

"Judging from the sound, there are no less than seven cracks on this sword blank."

Lao Wang's face was full of confidence. His many years of experience as a shape-shaping psychic allowed him to determine with certainty that this sword embryo was definitely useless.

"You can mount the two swords on the hydraulic arm and see if you can cut through the steel pillar. Of course, if you're worried about breaking the sword."

Lao Wang had a smile on his face, but he had already started to make secret plans in his mind.

Song You turned his head and looked at Chen Anzhi.

Chen Anzhi tilted his head and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

"You can't be so unlucky, can you?"

Song You said something.

Chen Anzhi was indifferent. Who could say anything about this?

Song You gritted his teeth and grabbed the rag next to the quenching nest.

He clamped it on the sword and wiped it hard.

Even without being polished, the sword blade was still like a mirror, reflecting Song You's face clearly.

The most bizarre thing was that the sword's spine had lines similar to cracked ice. The layers of cracks piled up one after another, creating a strange beauty.

The sound of quenching is made when these lines are formed."

"This...this is ice cracks."

In the silence, a shape-shaping mutant suddenly spoke out the name of this pattern.

"Impossible... How could one of us forge ice cracks... Impossible."

Old Wang stared at the long sword in amazement. The patterns on the sword made him feel as if the whole world had collapsed.

I know exactly what level my colleagues are at.

Only when the content of heterogenized silicon and manganese in the steel reaches a delicate balance, and the quenching temperature is just right, will these extremely rare ice cracks appear on the sword. Every longsword with ice cracks may not be extremely sharp, but it is definitely indestructible.

Old Wang's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect Song You to actually draw his sword. The fat on his face trembled and cold sweat broke out on his back.

At this moment, he thought of the body parts hanging in the square.

If he loses the electrochemical gold, his fate might be even more miserable than those corpses.

But he looked at the sword carefully and felt relieved.

Although this sword was of high quality, it was even inferior to his previous creations. It was definitely not strong enough to cut through a steel pillar.

He took a slow breath and calmed himself down.

"Impossible, whose work is this?"

He took a quick glance and saw that the name on it was Chen Yixing.

Lao Wang was extremely puzzled as he had never heard of this name before.

"But even this sword can't cut through a nine-centimeter steel pillar."

He felt a little hot all over his body. He pulled his collar and said something in his heart to comfort himself.

He turned and looked at Song You's face full of ecstasy, laughing so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth.

A trace of gloom flashed through Lao Wang's heart.