Blacksmith: You Are Making Mjolnir For The Forging Exam?

Wei Jiaming trembled in anger and dissatisfaction. A hint of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes, and he hastily took out the last crystal from his pocket.

Wei Jiaming did not expect the last crystal to come in handy.

Originally, he had merely wanted to reassure his father and never thought that it would actually become his final trump card.

The spell that was injected into this explosive crystal was Wildfire, a type of spell that dealt extremely high damage within its area of effect.

Wildfire was a terrifying flame that was difficult to extinguish, and it could reach a temperature that was twice as high as ordinary flames.

The speed at which its flames would spread was extremely fast. Once Wei Jiaming used it, he could certainly set the entire arena ablaze. As a result, that d*mned Wu Mo would have no place to hide, right?

Additionally, he would be able to burn the d*mned cloak on Wu Mo's body to ashes.

Wei Jiaming resorted to such an act of harming his enemy because the anger in his heart had overshadowed his rationality.

The only thought in his mind was to kill the fellow in front of him without a care for the consequences.

As his thoughts ran, the smile on Wei Jiaming's face became distorted. Without further delay, he threw it out.

This exploding crystal had a demonic blood-red color. Like a flame that could extinguish life, it shot straight toward Wu Mo.

Most of the people present did not notice the difference. Only the Wei family's butler, who was standing below the stage, seemed flustered.

He usually appeared as calm as an ancient well that was endowed with extraordinary intelligence. However, all that was gone, leaving only a panicked expression.

It was because he knew the kind of terrifying energy hidden within that exploding crystal in his young master's hand. If it was activated, Wei Jiaming himself would probably suffer a lot of damage.

Although the Soft Golden Silk Armor could protect him from most physical attacks, due to the special nature of the metal, it could not defend against much magic damage.

If the Wildfire spell really spread to the entire arena, even Wei Jiaming would be in danger.

The butler's face immediately turned pale when he thought about it. He began to regret stopping Manager Gao Yue from calling off the competition.

However, for the young master's safety, he still threw away his pride and shouted.

"This won't do. Unique Treasure Hall won't be competing anymore. Young Master Wei, you should hurry down!"

As soon as the Wei family's butler said that, everyone more or less understood the severity of the matter. Unfortunately, his words came a little too late. The crystal with the demonic red light had already hit the ground.

Bang!

A strange sound rang out.

Everyone could only see a blood-red flame spreading across the stage at an extremely fast rate. In the blink of an eye, it had burned the two competitors along with the wooden planks that had been used to build the stage.

Wu Mo saw the flame approaching him, and he quickly pulled his cloak over himself to hide.

The light silver cloak blocked the flames, and they could not burn through it no matter what.

"Does this mean that Unique Treasure Hall is prepared to admit defeat?"

Wu Mo kept the flames at bay and looked at the butler below the stage with indifference.

This miracle of keeping the flames out stunned all the spectators.

It was as if they were watching a fireworks show.

From this 20-minute match, they realized that the cloak on Wu Mo's body was a divine item.

Not only could it dispel the smoke and purify the poison, but it could also make quick work of such a flame.

Then, they looked at the other contestant who was wearing a Soft Golden Silk Armor. His entire body was covered in flames.

Amid the terrifying flames, the Soft Golden Silk Armor's weakness of not being unable to withstand magic attacks was exposed.

Wei Jiaming was screaming in pain while being burned. There was no comparison between the two pieces of equipment.

Even so, the soft golden armor that Wei Jiaming wore was already of Premium grade. It was hard to imagine the level of Wu Mo's cloak.

Sorry to say, only an Epic-grade cloak could pull off such feats.

While everyone went crazy, Manager Gao Yue could no longer restrain the curiosity in his heart as he stood below the stage.

"Mr-Mr. Wu, what is this equipment on you that has such a good defensive effect?" he asked excitedly.

Wu Mo realized that it was Manager Gao Yue, so he immediately explained with a smile.

"This equipment is called the Mercury Cloak. It can nullify most negative effects, and it can also increase its user's speed. I just forged it a few days ago. I've just been lucky."

As soon as Wu Mo said that, everyone came to a sudden realization. It turned out that Wu Mo had been able to resist so many exploding crystals because of this cloak.

Everyone could not help but feel shocked when they looked back on it. Wu Mo was not even 20 years old, but he was able to forge such powerful equipment. His skills probably surpassed even the chief blacksmith of Unique Treasure Hall.

When Wei Jiaming saw everyone below praise Wu Mo, a sore feeling unwittingly filled his heart.

He was furious, but he had nowhere to vent. He was not willing to lose just like that.

He got up immediately and slapped away the remaining flames on his body. Then, he looked at Wu Mo with an angry face.

"What's there to be proud of? This match isn't over yet. I only suffered a slight burn. It doesn't mean that I've lost.

"This match is to test our equipment's defense. Unless you knock me to the ground, I'll be the winner!"

Wu Mo took a glance at Wei Jiaming, whose skin had turned black from the burns and whose hair resembled chicken feathers at this point. Wei Jiaming still thought it was a slight burn...

Wu Mo pursed his lips and calmly said, "I've never heard such a special request in my entire life. Since you're asking for it, I'll deliver."

After Wu Mo finished speaking, he gripped the Armor-piercing Short Staff in his hand tightly.

Then, he walked toward Wei Jiaming step by step.

By then, the flames in their surroundings had fizzled out. The wooden planks in the entire arena had been charred black, exposing dense steel frames in the air.

"Take this."

Wu Mo exerted his strength with the help of his right leg, and the short staff in his hand instantly shot toward Wei Jiaming's chest.

A trace of hatred flashed through Wei Jiaming's eyes. He looked at Wu Mo's exposed limbs and head, planning to use his long spear to pierce his opponent's head after he deflected the attack.

After all, the short stick in his opponent's hand looked ordinary. It was impossible for it to cause any effective damage.

He said those provocative words to draw his opponent closer to him so that he would have the confidence to finish his opponent off with one shot.

Yet, just as he was about to make his move, he suddenly felt a bone-piercing pain in his chest.

He looked at his chest as if he had seen a ghost. Wei Jiaming discovered that Wu Mo's short staff had already pierced through the Soft Golden Silk Armor and stabbed his chest.

"Pu!"

A sweet but fishy smell rushed out of his throat before he spat out a large mouthful of blood. Soon, his body went limp, and he collapsed.