The difference was too subtle. Did he need to verify it? Of course he did!
Tang Ling inhaled deeply and used the same method to hammer the second time with his left arm.
This time, the result was even worse than when he used his right arm. It was human inertia. As long as one was not left-handed, the right arm would be stronger and more agile.
Therefore, Tang Ling was not moved by the result and thought that he was getting worse.
He was willing to calm down and ponder over it bit by bit to achieve perfection.
Since it was a set of three strikes, he still had to complete the third strike.
There was no technique involved in the third strike and it was not complicated either. All he had to do was hold the hammer with both hands and use all his strength to deliver a heavy strike.
At first, Tang Ling thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Therefore, after Boss Huang demonstrated the first strike and asked him to express his feelings, Tang Ling did so, but he was not very sure about it.
Strangely enough, Boss Huang did not deny it at all.
If he was wrong, Tang Ling believed Boss Huang would deny it. After all, Boss Huang was smithing for him, so there was no need for Tang Ling to smith in a wrong way and waste his materials.
Therefore, Tang Ling got his answer. The third strike was an outburst of all his strength and he did not hold back a single bit to deliver a heavy strike.
Would the third strike bring any benefits to the refining process? Tang Ling did not know how to smith, so he did not bother to ask. Only by learning the basics properly would he be able to comprehend more. Asking questions now was the right attitude.
Therefore, Tang Ling rested for a while and carefully felt the subtle changes in his strength from the first two strikes. Then, he gripped the hammer tightly with both hands and used all his strength to deliver a heavy strike for the third time.
Clang! A quick and heavy clang echoed. It was no different from Boss Huang's hammering.
However, after the third strike, Tang Ling's expression changed drastically.
With his Precise Instinct, he could feel the burst of strength, the depletion, and the rapid recovery process.
However, during the recovery process, his strength seemed to have changed. How should he describe it? Did it become denser?
It was different from the subtle feeling from the first two strikes. The subtle feeling from the first two strikes was that Tang Ling could feel the last burst of strength during the rebound.
When the last strike landed, how should he describe it? The power that he recovered had become slightly more condensed.
**
Boss Huang was sitting in the huge living room.
The front hall was the shop.
However, this shop looked very strange.
This strangeness did not mean that the style of the entire shop was messy and gave people a strange feeling.
On the contrary, the decoration of the shop was very elegant. Whether it was the arrangement of the wooden furniture or the decorative paintings, they were all just right.
It didn't give people a feeling of being dazzled and missing the details. Instead, it allowed everything in the room to complement each other while displaying their own characteristics and value.
Yes, why would such an arrangement give people a strange feeling? The strange thing was, this was a shop, and a blacksmith's shop at that. Why wasn't there any display of related products?
On the contrary, it looked like a tasteful and elegant hall, used to receive distinguished guests of status.
Tang Ling had never seen the shop before. If he did, he would wonder how Boss Huang was going to earn money.
Boss Huang was very relaxed at the moment.
The recliner in the shop was very comfortable. The blanket under the recliner was very fine. The fur on the blanket was soft and a little tough, so it was perfect for massaging the soles of the feet.
If a knowledgeable person saw the blanket, he or she would have recognized it at first glance. The fur of the Polar Thunderstorm Sea Lion, a Level 4 vicious beast that could only be found in the cold sea. It was a great material for inner armor, yet it was simply placed on the floor. It was too extravagant.
However, Boss Huang did not care.
A Level 4 vicious beast? If he could find a better substitute, he would have thought that the fur was a little low quality.
At this moment, there was a pot of tea on the table beside him. It was the same tea Ding Ling had brewed for him, the green tea with a hint of red in it.
There was also a pot of wine that he did not know what kind of luxury it was, a plate of crispy rice, and a plate of rare fruit from the sea, the Crimson Sea.
He squinted his eyes and held the pipe in his mouth as though he was enjoying himself like a deity.
Tang Ling's hammering noises came from the smithy behind him. It was not perfect, but somehow, Boss Huang curled his lips into a faint smile when he heard it. He mumbled something in a muffled manner, but he only managed to catch the word 'not bad' in his voice.
The door of the shop was facing the busy street. A woman walked past and accidentally caught a glimpse of Boss Huang's smile. She blushed and blushed.
Boss Huang sensed it with his sharp senses, so he flirtatiously winked at the woman. The woman stopped walking as if she was hesitating.
However, in the next second, Boss Huang furrowed his brows. What the hell is Tang Ling doing? Why did the hammering noises stop after three times? He was listening with great interest.
The woman saw the frown on Boss Huang's face, so she quickly walked away.
Coincidentally, Tang Ling dashed out from the smithy and looked at Boss Huang excitedly.
"Is this refining the blanks? Or is it refining people's strength? It's a way to train your strength, isn't it? "Tang Ling asked a series of questions at Boss Huang.
Boss Huang's brows relaxed, but he looked at Tang Ling with a disdainful gaze. What kind of charm could a hot-tempered young man have? Looking at how anxious he was, it was unbecoming of him.
He picked up the purple clay teapot beside him and took a sip. Then, he said, "Smithing is smithing. Why would I torture you for no reason?"
"But I can feel it. I've been stuck at the bottleneck for a long time. I haven't been able to master my strength, but it finally loosened up today. "Tang Ling was a little incoherent. He did not have anyone to guide him, so he had to think about everything on his own.
If it were not for the Perfect Genetic Chain, he would have been stuck at some bottleneck and could not progress any further.
It was the first time he encountered a bottleneck. Although he knew the reason, he could not think of a way to solve it. Now that there was a change, how could he not be excited?
Boss Huang smiled at the excited Tang Ling. He put the teapot down and said casually, "It's just a side effect. You don't have to worry about it."
"Of course, I do. Why did it loosen up?" Tang Ling was eager to ask that question.
Only when he understood the theory would he have a direction, and with a direction, he would know where to work hard.
"Of course it loosened up. The first two strikes accumulated the strength layer by layer. It's the process of fusing and condensing the strength. When you unleash the hammer strike, you're actually using the fused and condensed strength.
"The last strike drains all the strength in your body, so it's natural that the replenishment is more condensed strength.
"If you want to know the reason, it's that simple. Therefore, you should understand that this is a process where there is no shortcut. Only by hammering down, one strike at a time, will you be able to fuse all your current strength together and form a more solid force. "
"After that, the energy that you've stored will be replenished to form new strength, and you'll have to go through a new round of torture." Boss Huang answered Tang Ling's question in one breath without hiding anything. His answer might be simple, but he got the point right.
Tang Ling nodded heavily. He was very humble at the moment as he asked, "Then, does everyone else fuse their strength using this method?"
"How is that possible? I'm a blacksmith, and this is my unique smithing technique. Do I have to teach it to everyone? Does everyone want to be a blacksmith? When others want to fuse their strength, they usually use the pressure method. Under heavy pressure, they drain their strength again and again and then condense their strength. "Boss Huang really knew everything.
"Which one is better?" Tang Ling asked.
"Does it have anything to do with you? All you can do now is smithing. Since it's a side effect, you should enjoy it. The rich can rent the pressure room, but do you have the money? If you don't, you can carry rocks. Do you have the time? Stop asking useless questions. "Boss Huang glanced askance at Tang Ling.
He obviously did not want to tell Tang Ling which one was better. All he said was that it was a side effect of smithing.
"Fine, I got it. I'll go back to smithing now." Tang Ling did not ask any more questions. He went back to the smithing room and continued his smithing career.
As for how much he believed Boss Huang, it was not important. Since smithing had a long-term effect, it could condense his strength and eventually fuse his strength together. All he had to do was work hard in that direction.
"This kid is quite cute. He's even cuter than his dad," Boss Huang mumbled.
At least, Tang Feng was not as steady as Tang Ling back then. He was as impetuous as a little lunatic.
With that in mind, a smile appeared on Boss Huang's face as if he was not sad about Tang Feng's death at all.
He lazily took a bell out from his pocket and shook it. Soon enough, Ding Ling appeared in front of Boss Huang with an impatient face.
"He's studying. What are you doing?"
"Hmph." Boss Huang pinched Ding Ling's round cheeks, but she rolled her eyes at him and glared back.
"Studying? Don't tell me you got yourself another cookbook and you're drooling over it? "
Ding Ling blushed like a dyed glutinous dumpling. She quickly said, "Hey, boss, spit it out!"
"Go heat up Tang Ling's leftover breakfast and bring it to the smithing room. Hmm, in two hours, I'll send him lunch. "Boss Huang stretched his body.
The street suddenly became lively out of nowhere. People were cheering excitedly, but Boss Huang and Ding Ling did not care.
However, Boss Huang and Ding Ling did not care. Boss Huang said, "Judging from the current situation, I think I can eat. We'll talk about dinner later."
Ding Ling nodded and left.
Boss Huang then turned to the lively street, but it was just a quick glance. He poured himself a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.
"Are they here? They'll all be here soon, right? Tang Ling doesn't have much time left, but how far can he go? "
Boss Huang muttered to himself as he gulped down the glass of wine. He then sighed and said, "Forget it. It's all up to fate. Let's leave it to fate."
On the other side of the lively street, a young man with a sword on his back could be vaguely seen in the middle of the crowd.
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