Hearing the mockery from the crowd, Su Zimo's expression was indifferent as he headed straight for the Weapon Refinement Hall as though he did not hear anything.
Because he had spent three months on Array Peak and spent most of his time on sword formations, Su Zimo's cultivation realm did not reach Level 9 Qi Condensation as expected.
Of course, there were still a few days before his final battle with Feng Haoyu.
If Su Zimo made the best use of his time to cultivate, there was still a chance for him to reach Level 9 Qi Condensation.
"Bro, all the best!"
Little Fatty's voice sounded from the crowd as he waved his fist at Su Zimo.
Su Zimo smiled and nodded before entering the Weapon Refinement Hall.
In the hall, Xue Yi and the others nodded to Su Zimo when they caught sight of him.
"Junior Brother Su, don't be distracted by the words outside. Calm down and you'll definitely win!" Xue Yi whispered as he passed by.
"Yes, the same goes for you, Senior Brother Xue."
Su Zimo replied with a smile.
"Don't worry. Now that I've cultivated a Level 2 Spirit Fire, I might not lose to Feng Haoyu," Xue Yi's eyes flashed with confidence.
It was already rather difficult to cultivate a Level 2 Spirit Fire at the Qi Condensation realm.
This time round, Su Zimo did not stand at the back of the hall. Instead, he walked to the front and stood right beside Feng Haoyu.
Gradually, the atmosphere in the hall turned tense.
"Junior Brother Su, I haven't seen you for half a year. Although your cultivation hasn't increased much, you've grown bolder." Feng Haoyu glanced at Su Zimo and said indifferently.
"I've always been bold," Su Zimo's tone was calm as he looked straight ahead.
Feng Haoyu continued, "If you beg for mercy and admit defeat now, I'll leave you with some dignity after the Spirit Peak face-off and won't let you lose too badly."
"Is that so?"
Su Zimo smiled indifferently.
Of course, Feng Haoyu wasn't simply trying to bicker with Su Zimo. More importantly, he wanted to disturb Su Zimo's mental state.
Regardless of whether it was artifact forging or pill forging, the slightest fluctuation in one's state of mind could lead to failure.
Unfortunately, Feng Haoyu's objective was not achieved. His two punches seemed to have landed on cotton, unable to exert any force.
"Oh right, I forgot to tell you something."
The corners of Feng Haoyu's mouth curled up slightly. Suddenly, he stretched out his palm. With a whoosh, a ball of flame rose from his palm.
Dark red in color, a Level Two Spirit Fire!
Immediately after, Feng Haoyu's palm moved and a gust of spirit wind was injected into the Level 2 Spirit Fire.
Whoosh!
The flames surged and its color intensified. In the blink of an eye, it turned scarlet.
Level Three Spirit Fire!
Right then, Feng Haoyu's voice rang out, "I've also cultivated a Level 3 Spirit Fire. Your greatest reliance is nothing in front of me."
Feng Haoyu's intention was clear — he was pressuring them again!
The greater the pressure Su Zimo was under, the more nervous he would be, and the easier it would be for him to make mistakes!
When they saw the Level 3 Spirit Fire in Feng Haoyu's palm, exclamations could be heard from both inside and outside the hall.
"Initially, I thought that the first round would be intense. But now, it seems like Su Zimo's chances of winning aren't high."
"That's right. Both of their Spirit Fires are of the same level. How can Su Zimo's weapon refinement techniques compare to Senior Brother Feng's?"
Xue Yi's vision darkened.
He had only managed to cultivate a Level 2 Spirit Fire after giving it his all. Initially, he thought that he would be able to compete against Feng Haoyu. To think that he would still be weaker.
The other disciples participating in the Weapon Peak face-off turned grim and nervous as well.
In the hall, Su Zimo was the only one who had a calm expression. He merely glanced over indifferently before retracting his gaze.
Upon seeing this, the five peak masters secretly praised in their hearts.
No matter what, that composed attitude of his was more than enough for him to look down on the entire place.
The disheveled old man stood up and gestured downwards with both hands. Gradually, the crowd quietened down.
"All disciples participating in the Weapon Peak face-off can come forward to choose any materials you want to refine. Feel free to refine any weapon you want. Once you're done, submit your weapon and we'll judge the outcome."
The moment the disheveled old man said that, the disciples in the hall came forward one after another to choose the spirit ores they wanted.
There were more than ten piles of spirit ores at the front. Most of them were Pure Gold Ores which were used to refine flying swords while the other spirit ores were much rarer.
The first step of weapon refinement was to choose the materials.
If one wanted to refine flying swords, apart from Pure Gold Ores, they would have to add another two or three supplementary spirit ores.
If they added too many spirit ores, it would mean that there would be more impurities and it would be harder to refine and take a longer time.
In every Weapon Peak face-off, none of the disciples could refine inferior-grade spirit weapons.
Everyone was refining pseudo spirit weapons. On one hand, it was the quality that mattered. On the other hand, it was the speed of refinement.
Before long, the disciples were done choosing their materials.
Su Zimo was the only one who was still pacing back and forth in front of the dozens of spirit ores. No one knew what he was thinking about.
Su Zimo already had six flying swords. If he were to refine another one, it would be redundant.
After pondering for a moment, Su Zimo chose some of each of the dozens of spirit ores and brought them back.
That scene naturally attracted the mockery of many people.
The more spirit ores there were, the heavier the spirit weapon would be. If he were to refine a flying sword, he would lose the advantage of being light and nimble – the losses would outweigh the gains.
"Is Su Zimo stupid? He can't be thinking of refining a gigantic hammer, right? Haha!"
"By the looks of it, that's possible."
"Don't laugh. Who knows, he might want to refine a gigantic flying sword and scare you to death!"
A commotion broke out outside the hall.
Even the disheveled old man frowned in confusion when he saw Su Zimo's actions.
The disciples returned to their positions and took out their Weapon Tripods, ready.
Waving his hand, the disheveled old man declared in a deep voice, "The Weapon Peak face-off has officially begun!"
The moment he said that, flames lit up the hall.
One after another, balls of spirit fire danced in the palms of the disciples, illuminating the entire hall in a bright red color. The outside of the hall quietened down as well.
Among them, Feng Haoyu and Su Zimo's Level 3 Spirit Fires were the most eye-catching.
The second was Xue Yi's Level 2 Spirit Fire.
The second step of weapon refinement, tripod warming.
Almost at the same time, Feng Haoyu and Su Zimo were the first to finish warming their tripods and began placing in the spirit ores.
Both of their movements were fluid – it was clear that they had put in a lot of effort.
The five peak masters nodded to themselves.
The scarlet flames burned continuously beneath the Weapon Tripod, causing the temperature within to rise. Before long, the spirit ores were showing signs of melting.
Because Su Zimo's spirit ores were more heterogeneous, the speed of smelting was significantly slower.
Even with the help of his Level 3 Spirit Fire, Su Zimo was already lagging behind most of the disciples in this step.
An hour later, the spirit ore liquid within Feng Haoyu's tripod was no longer decreasing – the first smelting was complete.
As for Su Zimo's Weapon Tripod, the spirit ores had just melted and were burning red, bubbling as they refined the impurities.
At that moment, Feng Haoyu's advantage was clear – he was way ahead of Su Zimo.
However, Su Zimo was in no hurry. Unhurriedly, he stared at the spirit ores within the Weapon Tripod and increased the flames, trying his best to refine the impurities within.
By the time Feng Haoyu was done with molding and began the fourth step of tempering.
Su Zimo had just finished smelting and was two steps behind!
There was a lot of spirit ore liquid left in Su Zimo's Weapon Tripod – it was more than enough to refine a few flying swords, let alone a single one.
Just what sort of spirit weapon was he trying to refine?
The same question flashed through everyone's minds.
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