What kind of place was Darkness Port?
Power and money were its only order, while freedom and chaos were its eternal symphony of darkness.
What were people like when they were young?
Using a popular saying from the old civilization, people in their teens were usually delusional. They thought they were hot-blooded or cold, righteous or depraved, free or melancholy.
In short, everything was tinged with self-righteousness.
Therefore, the teenagers and Darkness Port were an interesting combination. When they collided, a story would surely happen.
The righteous would want to eliminate the injustice in Darkness Port.
The wicked would want to shine brightly in Darkness Port.
Darkness Port was an absolute stage.
Every single one of them thought they were the center of the world, geniuses.
Some said that Darkness Port was actually peaceful.
Even though it was filled with crimes and unfairness every day, it was also filled with freedom and wildness. The repetition of every single day formed the peace of Darkness Port.
It would never be changed.
However, since the geniuses had stepped onto the stage, would nothing change?
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Three hammers in a set. The first two hammers required him to concentrate fully. He had to use a technique that was almost impossible before the Purple Moon era to refine the iron blanks in a short period of time.
As for the last hammer strike, he had to unleash his full strength without any delay.
Tang Ling was serious with each hammer strike. He was not trying his best to complete the strike, but he wanted to complete it perfectly.
If one listened carefully, every sound of his hammer had some subtle adjustments and changes, including the seemingly simple last hammer strike. Because only after a few hammerings would one realize that the secret of the last hammer strike was not only to explode the strength of the whole body, but also to make it more condensed. When the hammer fell, most of the strength was used on the rough blank, and not dissipated.
By doing so, it seemed like it would condense the recovered strength that had been fused into the blanks even more.
Therefore, the third hammer strike was also crucial.
Clang, clang, clang. Each of Tang Ling's hammers had different changes, and to Boss Huang, it sounded like a melodious tune.
He raised one of his hands and raised one finger with his eyes closed. Like a conductor, he danced his hand along with the rhythm of Tang Ling's hammering.
In this world, what was the most beautiful power that could be unleashed by humans? It was the power of thinking.
Regardless of whether God was laughing at him or not, it was thinking that pushed human civilization forward.
Tang Ling's hammering sounded like he was thinking, which was why his hammering was full of changes. Hmm, changes in the right direction.
Boss Huang's enjoyment corresponded to Tang Ling's extreme tiredness.
After a set of three hammers, Tang Ling would feel exhausted, and after a few sets, he could feel the energy in his body being depleted rapidly.
However, these three strikes required him to maintain his absolute form. Think about it, he had to be highly focused and unleash his full strength …
Tang Ling panted heavily. He did not want to stop. He seemed to have fallen in love with the feeling of hammering the blanks because no matter how Boss Huang tried to hide it, Tang Ling believed that hammering the blanks was a way to train his body.
Unfortunately, of Tang Ling of of hammering, he had to stop after a few sets because his stamina could not support him.
After another six sets of hammering, Tang Ling's arms were so sore that he felt like they were not his own anymore, but it was not the reason why he could not continue. More importantly, Tang Ling felt like he had run out of stamina. The last hammering was supported by his willpower as he unleashed his full strength.
This time, he had squeezed out all the energy in his body. With his energy gone, his stamina naturally couldn't hold on any longer.
It was at that moment that Ding Ling seemed to have calculated the timing. She wiggled her little body and tilted her round head as she served Tang Ling a plate of food.
A glass of seaweed juice and the rest of his breakfast.
Tang Ling picked up a bun with a trembling hand. This time, he had learned his lesson, so he only tore a small piece off and put it in his mouth.
Ding Ling covered her mouth and giggled when she saw his reaction. "You are too weak. Focus on smithing and it will increase your endurance."
"Boss said that many people only focus on strength and speed in their basic abilities. In fact, endurance, which is physical strength, is something that should be paid more attention to."
"Hmm?" Tang Ling raised a brow. He had always thought that it was just a basic ability and never thought about stamina.
This explanation seemed to give him a hint of enlightenment.
"Yeah, stamina! Boss said that if two normal people were to fight, the one who would have the last laugh would be the one with the longer stamina. Put aside all the mystery, the essence of a fight is to fight. Isn't the essence of a fight to see who can last longer? " Ding Ling glared at Tang Ling as if he was an idiot. She grunted and told him that she would bring him breakfast in two hours. Then, she wiggled her little body away.
However, Tang Ling was stunned.
That's right, stamina! He had never paid attention to a basic ability before. If his stamina was strong enough, not only would he be able to last longer, but he would also be able to take a few more hits.
Smithing could increase his stamina as well, so it was a great job.
Somehow, Tang Ling was brainwashed. He gobbled down half of the bun and felt his energy replenish. After his energy was replenished, he picked up the hammer beside him.
That day, Dvesha Moha's smithing never stopped. It started at eight in the morning and lasted until eight in the evening. It was a total of 12 hours and it had long exceeded the nine hours that Boss Huang had set for him.
On that day, Boss Huang seemed to be immersed in the enjoyment of listening to Tang Ling smithing. Out of the six customers that came in, he rejected five of them and only kept one to negotiate a deal.
It seemed like negotiating a deal with someone would affect his enjoyment of listening to Tang Ling smithing.
"I'm so tired." Boss Huang stretched his body and watched Ding Dong close the door. He grabbed a piece of cloth and wanted to wipe the already clean shop.
"You've been sitting here for a whole day. You call that tired?" Ding Dong might be small, but her movements were swift. With a few blinks of her eyes, a hundred treasures rack was almost sparkling. Her speed was inhuman.
It felt like the rack had been wiped a hundred times with just a few breaths.
Boss Huang was used to her cleaning speed. His Ding Ling and Ding Dong would never be normal. Boss Huang was not annoyed by Ding Dong's disdain. He smiled and drawled, "How can I not be tired? Today, he had received a business deal. Normally, I wouldn't even get a deal in a month since Dvesha Moha doesn't have more than a hundred customers in a year.
Besides, I'm good at picking people. Not everyone is qualified to use the products of Dvesha Moha. "
Ding Dong did not bother to reply. She started wiping the other furniture and rolled her eyes at Boss Huang.
Boss Huang gasped as he looked at the smithing room and muttered to himself, "Is this kid my lucky star? Six people came today and one of them caught my eye. Now, I've struck a deal. "
"Hmm, I'll go check on this kid. It's been 12 hours. Don't tire yourself to death. Finally, a lucky star came … "Boss Huang then walked into the smithing room at the back with his hands behind his back.
Ding Dong looked up at Boss Huang's back and grumbled, "Just say it. Why are you finding excuses? This is strange. Tang Ling has only been here for a day. Why is the boss so concerned about him? Didn't he look down on me and think that I'm troublesome? "
With that in mind, Ding Dong recalled how Tang Ling ate breakfast in the morning. She could not help but chuckle. She then thought about how he had been smithing for such a long time. Hmm, he is not a hateful person after all.
As for what the boss thought? Who cares? In short, who can guess his thoughts?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Are you that stupid? It's just five black iron blanks and you're still not done after 12 hours? "Boss Huang mocked Tang Ling. His eyes were filled with disdain as he looked at Tang Ling who was smithing meticulously.
Tang Ling was drenched in sweat as if he had just been fished out of the water.
The high temperature in the smithing room was not something that anyone could endure, but according to Boss Huang's rules, he was not allowed to place anything that could cool down the place. There was not even a slight breeze.
He said that it would affect the stability of everything.
What was the stability of everything? Who knew? In short, Boss Huang was a masochist, so Tang Ling had to work in such an environment.
Ignoring Boss Huang's mocking words, Tang Ling poured his heart and soul into smithing. After 12 hours, he had a deep understanding of the benefits of smithing. It not only tempered his body, but it also strengthened his strength and increased his stamina. Even his spirit was slightly boosted.
It was something that he had never experienced back in the Hope Barrier!
One thing worth noting was that back in the Hope Barrier, he did not even have time to sleep, yet he had never achieved this kind of training efficiency. It was an all-round improvement to his body. The smithing method was really magical.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You must be too shy to answer me, right?" Boss Huang blew on his pipe and the fire in it burned brighter. He seized the opportunity to take a deep puff and smoke came out of his nostrils. "You've broken a new record. The dumbest person can finish smithing five black iron blanks in four to five hours."
Indeed, it had been 12 hours. Tang Ling had finished smithing four black iron blanks and they were placed beside his feet, glowing in a silver light.
The last one was glowing in a silver hue, and he might be able to finish it in another half an hour.
In front of him was an empty plate. He had finished the breakfast in the morning. In the afternoon, Ding Ling brought him a piece of grilled fish and a plate of stir-fried shellfish that looked like a small gourd. Tang Ling had also finished them.
Since he was immersed in smithing, he did not even know what the food tasted like. All he knew was that the energy from the lunch was much stronger than the breakfast.
However, it was already his limit. Tang Ling did not need dinner because he could not eat anymore.
Before this, he thought he would need two days to digest the small amount of breakfast.
What kind of improvement was this? Tang Ling was overjoyed. Compared to that, Boss Huang's mocking words were nothing.
So be it. Maybe I am not talented in smithing?
However, Tang Ling had no idea that Boss Huang was just spouting nonsense. In Boss Huang's heart, a normal person was considered a normal person.
When Tang Ling first came into contact with the smithing method, it would be amazing if he could finish smithing a blank in 24 hours in a day.
However, Boss Huang would never tell Tang Ling the truth.
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