Commanding Wind and Cloud

Chapter 72: 100 = 1

Translator: Vicki Editor: Chrissy

There had never been a Demon Fighter since the establishment of the Oakland Mage and Warrior Novice Academy! Neither had other schools which had better resources such as equipments and better student source done the feat!

The rank of level 9 warrior was a threshold! If one could make it to Level 10, then becoming a Demon Fighter was in the bag! A man with that title shall not be neglected even by the Mayor of Oakland! What's more, there was a great possibility that the Mayor would provide a recruitment offer!

Rodriguez had this strange feeling that his beloved student might become the first Demon Fighter of this academy! That would not just be a wishful thinking as long as someone could persuade the Principal to help Qian Jin with some energy stones, which, in fact, weren't much left in stock! When the day comes, the academy shall be one in a million that no one could ever look down upon!

The thought that the dream might come true made Rodriguez smile with great joy. "The test is soon in due, and there is not much to learn before the day comes. You work hard all the time, and the written examination should be easy! I say, you don't have to show up in class for next few days. Spend the time paying some worthwhile visit to Fabreidis! To learn and improve!"

Hearing what Rodriguez had said, Qian Jin immediately took the promise! He was just worrying about the lack of time! How wonderful! These days should be enough to make himself a Warrior Weapon!

Appreciating the running figure, Rodriguez felt the secret rejoice rising in his heart. "The first Demon Fighter of Oakland Mage and Warrior Academy ever! Maybe two years from now, this place will be qualified to challenge other academies where Bloodline Warriors dwell!"

Tinkling... Clang Clang .. Tinkling... Clang Clang...

A series of non-stopping iron-forging sound echoed in the slumbering backyard of Franklin's Blacksmith Shop!

Franklin opened his door as he rubbed his sleepy eyes to see who the industrious worker was! For god's sake, the day had not broken yet! But his eyes were immediately fixated at the shocking sight!

The industrious worker was Qian Jin, the best blacksmith of this shop! He was holding the heavy hammer and was fighting against some iron embryos!

Franklin had never seen such a serious look on Qian Jin before! Not even a few days ago when he was forging the Level 8 Refined Iron.

The rising sun shone its first and finest light on the young man, and an illusion suddenly hit Franklin! It seemed that the very person who was working in the yard was not the young Qian Jin, but the statue of Orville that was standing still in front of the Blacksmith Union!

At that moment, Franklin was totally immersed in his fantasy that it was Orville who was alive showing the forging art in his own words and deeds!

"This..."

Franklin rubbed his eyes again and again because he couldn't believe what was happening there! His chin was almost dislocated, and his opening mouth was wide enough to swallow an apple!

Qian Jin was heating up pieces of red pig irons one after another! They summed up to ten!

These pig irons were placed on the anvil piece by piece, and then with the hammer in hand, Qian Jin was hitting them altogether into one! The sparks splashed out, coming along with the impurities.

If ten pieces of pig irons were stacked together, it shall mount as a hillock! However, it became much smaller than even one piece of pig irons after the forging process!

"How can this be possible?" The muscles on Franklin's face twitched rapidly. "How can someone keep it to such a small size with so many pig irons , even if he were about to forge a Level 10 Refined Iron!"

Qian Jin did not realize that Franklin had shown up. All his attention was on the pig irons! Applying the Forging Breathing Technique, his breath boiled in each turn, and the peculiar hammering was, at the same time, removing the impurities out like a flash!

In Franklin's Blacksmith Shop, there was no Hundred Years Old Ice-Iron that Old Blake had been talking about, nor any high-quality metals. There were only the most ordinary iron ore!

But it did not matter! Even with the most ordinary materials, Qian Jin had also made up his mind to finish the work! However, in the process of forging Purified Iron, he found it was that arduous!

A hundred pounds of pig iron was only made into a one pound of Purified Iron! It was not iron ore but pig iron, which was extracted from iron ore! It could be used to make hoe, sickle, and even sword or blade! But a hundred pounds of that were just enough to create one pound of Purified Iron!

All workers were standing there and no one was working! Never had they seen such a horrible consumption before! The thousand pounds of iron were all used up in just one morning!

If he didn't witness it himself, Franklin would have labeled someone as a fraud or a dreamer as if he was bragging there was such a genius who could pound a thousand pounds of pig iron into nearly ten pieces of Refined Irons that were one pound each? Was the man forging or having the iron for food?

And for such a long time, Franklin had always thought that being tall and strong, he must have carried the best endurance—though not the best forging technique—in the shop! But this pride was taken away without a trace—just a minute ago!

Qian Jin had been shoveling charcoals into the forge, pulling the bellow and waving the huge hammer for the whole morning! It was a series of non-stop movements as if he were going to push his enemy—the pile of pig irons—into the sea of fire!

"The eleventh Purified Iron..." In a great mood, Qian Jin put the Purified Iron away and reached out for more pig iron but only grabbed onto empty air. It turned out that the mountain of pig irons had already been swept away!

"Did it all run out?" The protracted forger slightly frowned at the empty place, and it suddenly occurred to him that all the materials were the shop's property which should have served for money-making purpose! He was too eager to forge himself a Warrior Weapon that he forgot everything!

Waken up to reality, Qian Jin looked around the crowd, whose faces were fixed with great shock. While scratching his head, he said in embarrassment, "Sorry, I was totally into it..."