Douluo Dragon King: My Martial Soul is the Emperor Armor

Su Yang shrugged and placed his right hand on his waist.

"Emperor Armor, Combine."

hum-

A flash of golden light, and the majestic royal armor instantly covered his entire body.

Su Yang casually picked up the hundred-pound test hammer on the forging table and swung it around like a piece of foam, creating gusts of wind.

"It's too light, it doesn't feel like a piece of paper."

That nonchalant "That's all?" tone made Mu Chen's eyes twitch slightly.

Mu Xi, standing to the side, exclaimed with admiration, her eyes lighting up. "What cool armor!"

"Is this battle armor?"

Mu Chen snapped out of his daze, his brows furrowed. "A six-year-old child, wielding a complete set of One-Word Battle Armor? Has the Spirit Pagoda's technology become this advanced?"

"This is Su Yang's martial soul, which can be considered as a naturally endowed black-level one-word battle armor."

Leng Yaozhu chimed in at the opportune moment (Versailles), explaining with a smile, "Although it has only demonstrated the combat power of a one-word battle armor at the moment, its potential... is estimated to grow to a five-word level."

The legendary five-word battle armor...

Mu Chen took a deep look at the golden figure.

A born battle armor spirit?

This means that Su Yang was born to forge!

This is the most perfect "body martial soul"!

"What a promising talent! I misjudged him."

The fire of cherishing talent burned fiercely in Mu Chen's eyes.

He turned and walked to the materials cabinet, picked up a heavy black iron hammer with one hand, and took out a piece of rare metal that gleamed with a faint light—sinking silver—and slammed it heavily onto the forging table.

"A rare metal, deep-sea silver. Extremely dense and extremely hard. Xiao Yang, I don't expect you to forge it into any fancy shapes. Just try striking it and let me see your technique and rhythm."

Mu Chen encouraged him.

As an eighth-level master craftsman, he only needs to listen to three hammer blows to determine a person's potential.

"OK."

Su Yang walked to the forging table and looked at the piece of dark silver.

Blacksmithing?

He has no idea how to forge iron.

But he'll smash things.

"Isn't it just smashing this thing flat? I'm good at that."

Su Yang muttered something, gripped the heavy hammer in each hand, and without any preparation or breathing, swung it down!

when--!!

A piercing, unpleasant metallic clang rang out in the forging chamber.

This blow was driven entirely by emotion (violence), devoid of any skill.

Followed by.

when!when!when!

Su Yang swung his hammer wildly, like he was playing whack-a-mole. His movements were simple and brutal, all straight up and down, each impact making the forging table vibrate.

Mu Chen's brows furrowed instantly.

Is this blacksmithing?

This is clearly a demolition!

There's no rebound, no texture adaptation; it's a complete waste of effort!

Mu Xi, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

Three days ago, she had just completed her first hundred-forging (although it was the most common metal, she still managed to pass the line and obtain the first-level blacksmith qualification). Now, looking at Su Yang's clumsy and violent movements, a sense of superiority welled up in her heart.

They don't even know the most basic leverage; they're not even as good as I was when I was five...

If he keeps smashing it like that, the piece of silver will be ruined in less than thirty hits.

Mu Chen couldn't stand it anymore. He opened his mouth, about to call out, "Xiao Yang, stop, you can't do this..."

however.

In the very next second.

Om-!

The piercing metallic clanging sound suddenly changed.

A sharp, metallic sound, completely different from the previous one, suddenly rang out.

The word "stop" that Mu Chen was about to say got stuck in his throat.

Huh?

wrong!

That wasn't the sound of passively receiving a knock.

There was a strange sense of "joy" in that voice?

Before Mu Chen could react, Su Yang seemed to have gotten the hang of it, or perhaps he simply felt that it was too slow.

"First Soul Skill, Metal Purification."

Su Yang gave a low shout.

hum!

Golden light flowed down his arm and into the forging hammer. At that moment, Su Yang's strength increased by 120%!

What started as random smashing has transformed into a violent aesthetic of a storm!

Ding ding ding ding—!

That's incredibly fast!

Five golden hammer shadows even appeared in the air!

To Mu Chen and Mu Xi's stunned gaze, the piece of deep-sea silver looked like a fat person who was frantically dieting, its size shrinking at a visible rate.

One-tenth...one-fifth...

It is not rebelling.

It is... actively cooperating!

Before Mu Chen's stunned gaze, the piece of heavy silver actually shrank in size, expelled impurities, and adjusted its texture under Su Yang's violent blows...

They even eagerly unleashed their dazzling halos, as if vying to fawn over the golden "emperor"!

"What... what kind of forging method is this?!"

Mu Chen was stunned.

He spent his whole life forging iron, emphasizing communicating with metal and influencing it with love.

But what about Su Yang?

This is bullying! This is forcing a woman into prostitution!

"clang!"

With a buzzing sound that seemed to come from the depths of the soul, a dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from the piece of deep-sea silver.

A thousand times forging imbues it with spirit!

Moreover, it is the kind of top-grade, thousand-times-forged material that is overflowing with spirituality, almost to the point of overflowing!

"This is... a thousand-times forging?"

Mu Xi's mouth dropped open, her jaw almost falling to the ground.

She had worked hard for two and a half years to reach the threshold of 100-fold forging, and this kid was just smashing things like a pile driver, how come he suddenly reached 1000-fold forging?

It is still the spirit that comes from the repeated forging of rare metals!

This unscientific!

However, Su Yang did not stop.

"It's not over yet! The feeling is just starting to build!"

Su Yang was having a blast.

He felt that the metal was conveying a strange emotion to him, like "Again, harder, I'm enjoying it."

Since that's the case, then I'll grant your wish!

The wheel at Su Yang's waist shimmered, and the power of metal was pushed to its limit.

One thousand hammer blows! Three thousand hammer blows! Five thousand hammer blows!

The piece of silver was no longer an inanimate object; it began to pulsate like breathing, and golden cloud patterns began to emerge from its silvery halo, as if a small dragon were swimming within it.

The silver flames grew stronger and stronger, until finally they turned into pure gold!

"boom--"

A golden beam of light shot into the sky in an instant, rising more than five feet high.

hold head high--!!

From within the pillar of light, a faint yet majestic dragon's roar resounded.

In that dazzling golden light, it seemed as if a miniature golden dragon was swimming and circling.

The once lifeless metal now emanated a rich life force; it was breathing, it was cheering, it was praising the "god" who had given it new life for its birth.

Ten thousand living beings!

Spirit Forging!

Clang.

Su Yang casually tossed the hammer aside, wiped non-existent sweat from his faceplate, and said with a relaxed expression, "Done. This thing should be considered acceptable, right?"

A deathly silence.

Mu Chen was completely numb.

He stared blankly at the piece of metal that was floating in mid-air and had developed sentience, his worldview shattered.

Why did you just forge it into a "Ten Thousand Refined Lifeform"?! Forging isn't done like that at all! You should first use your mental power to sense its texture, carefully remove impurities, and improve its purity.

Occasionally use the gentle hammer technique to soothe its emotions, and then when its temperature is most suitable, inject soul power to resonate with it!

Finally, at the mysterious moment when the metal resounds with joy and its emotions reach their peak, you take this opportunity to achieve sublimation. Only then will the metal shyly reveal its special state of "spirituality" to you!

Why did you just come up and smash it with ten thousand hammer blows?! Did you smash it into submission?!

Forging is not like that at all!

I don't accept this!!