ergency signal device, and with another flash of darkness, it too disappeared into the forest. 。Blades of emerald wind swept past where he had just been, but found no target. 。The darkness became brig...After entering a focused state, Tang Wulin was exceptionally clear-headed. He knew very well that if he retreated, his left hammer wouldn't be able to reach his teacher.

Therefore, the left hammer, suddenly released from its grip, flew out into the air. It shot straight towards the dancing sky and crashed down.

Wu Changkong waved his wooden sword casually, striking horizontally at the hammer in his left hand.

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Wu Changkong's Martial Soul was originally a sword. He pursued the realm of breaking ten thousand laws with one sword, so no matter what kind of attack his enemy launched or who they were, he relied solely on his sword.

But this time, he got what was coming to him.

The hammer and sword collided. Wuchang only felt a powerful force coming from the wooden sword in his hand. Although it wasn't comparable to his own strength, he hadn't released his martial soul yet, and his soul power was only using a small portion. Suddenly, he realized that his wooden sword couldn't bear it.

Before he could inject more soul power, two waves of force struck the wooden sword again.

“Clank!” The wooden sword snapped, and the thousand-forged silver hammer slammed down towards his head.

Wuchangkong's figure flashed, dodging the Thousand Forged Heavy Silver Hammer.

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That seemingly small forging hammer landed with a tremendous roar, startling even Xie Xie and Gu Yue who were about to rush over for support.

Tang Wulin had actually forced back Teacher Wu, and even broken his wooden sword

Tang Wulin quickly retreated several steps, his right hand holding the silver hammer protectively in front of his chest.

Wu Changkong stopped in his tracks, also a little stunned. At this point, he naturally understood that there was something unusual about Tang Wulin's hammer.

"Stop!" He raised his hand, halting Gu Yue and Xie Xie who were about to continue fighting.

Xie Xie looked at Tang Wulin with strange eyes. Glancing at the gray hammer on the ground, something he had never seen before, a wave of fear washed over him for a moment.

When I first fought him, he wrapped himself around me. If I had hit myself with this hammer then...

Tang Wulin hurriedly ran over and picked up his three hammers, putting them into the Silver Ring.

"Something's off about your hammer." Wuchangkong looked at him suspiciously.

Tang Wulin said, "This is a silver hammer. It will be heavier than an ordinary forging hammer."

"How heavy is it! Let me see." Xie Xie was very interested in the hammer that could break Master Wu's wooden sword, he quickly ran over and grabbed Tang Wulin's Thousand Forging Heavy Silver Hammer.

"Bang!" The moment the silver hammer left Tang Wulin's hand, it crashed to the ground. The immense inertia sent Xie Xie tumbling head over heels and landing with a painful thud.

"Ouch!" Xie Xian cried out in pain, "You, what is this How come it's so heavy"

The dancer's master walked past, picking up the thousand-forged silver hammer. He couldn't help but be moved. No wonder his wooden sword had been broken, the weight of this hammer...

Tang Wulin said: “The single blade probably weighs around 150 kilograms.”

Wu Changkong said, "Just now the power it transmitted was threefold. Is this your control, or something else"

Tang Wulin hesitated for a moment and said, "It's the hammer itself that has the ability. After thousands of forgings, metal will produce some unpredictable special effects. My silver hammer also has this, called Stacked Hammer."

Although Wu Changkong didn't understand forging, he could tell how precious this thousand-forged silver hammer was. He nodded slightly and said, "You are very gifted in forging. I investigated a bit, and finding you is better than finding Mu Xi who forges. You are the daughter of the president of the East China Sea City Blacksmith Association."

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"Well, I'm a blacksmith." Remembering the treatment he received from the Blacksmith Association, Tang Wulin suddenly felt much better.

Wu Changkong's eyes showed a thoughtful look. He raised his hand and said to Tang Wulin, "Come, hold my hand."

Tang Wulin held his hand, and his palm was big. His fingers were long and strong, somewhat cold, but not rough at all.

"Pull me with all your might, let me feel the true extent of your strength," Wu Changkong said.

"Oh." Tang Wulin responded with a sound, took a deep breath, exerted his arms, and forcefully pulled back.

This time, Wu Changkong was ready. He stood there like a nail, completely still.

Tang Wulin's face gradually flushed red as he exerted himself with all his might. Although Wu Changkong didn't move, the faint fluctuations of his soul power revealed that he wasn't so relaxed either; at least he needed soul power to support him and not be dragged by Tang Wulin.

"Alright." After a moment, Wu Changkong called a halt.

It was only then that Tang Wulin eased off.

A strange look flashed across Wu Changkong's cold face as he patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder. "You three will fight together in the promotion match. With your strength reaching such a level, our tactics become much more interesting."

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When Tang Wulin and Xie Xie returned to their dormitory, they were exhausted. There was no way they could go forging anymore. It was already a struggle for them to sit cross-legged and enter a meditative state.

From the second day onwards, Tang Wulin was specially exempted from physical training. The reason was simple: in Ma Long's view, his own physical fitness paled in comparison to Tang Wulin's. Ordinary training wouldn't be of much use for a prodigy like Tang Wulin. It would be better to spend the time on other aspects of cultivation.

Tang Wulin's task was by no means easy: controlling the Blue Silver Grass.

The other students in Grade One, Class Five, were doing their physical fitness class. They had reached the third round and finally couldn't hold on any longer, collapsing all at once. From this point onwards, they switched back to morning physical training and afternoon theoretical lessons.

Despite only having upper-body training, the students surprisingly felt much lighter and no one complained.

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue took a mental power test, the results were shocking. Xie Xie's mental power was twenty-nine, which was already quite good among his peers, close to the level of mid-Spirit Realm. While Tang Wulin's mental power was forty-four, directly reaching the mid-Spirit Realm level, but he didn't. The last time he tested it, he only had thirty-eight. His mental power had improved a lot in such a short period.

Their mental powers had surprised the dance leader with some excitement, but compared to Gu Yue, they were truly insignificant.

Gu Yue's spiritual power reached a staggering 119. It was far beyond the Ling Yuan realm.

In the hierarchy of mental power, the initial stage is the Lingyuan realm. When the mental power test value exceeds one hundred, it directly enters another level called the Lingtong realm.

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Lingtongjing is the state of spiritual enlightenment, where intentions are realized instantly. Reaching this state means entering the realm of mental power control, truly mastering one's own mental energy for personal use. It allows one to carry two yellow souls or one purple soul.

Only then did Wu Changkong confirm that Gu Yue's Martial Spirit element was most likely a rare spiritual system Martial Spirit, communicating through powerful spirit power and elements, and utilizing them for her own purposes.

Spiritualists are the rarest and most sought-after profession in the modern world because they are most compatible with mecha. This also makes Wu Changkong value Gu Yue even more.

Of course, the training wouldn't be any less grueling. The more attention a man of cold aloofness paid to you, the greater the training volume would be.

Thus, throughout the week, Tang Wulin didn't take any time to go to Mo Rong's workshop and naturally failed to complete his forging task.