Sikong Yan took a deep breath, cleared his mind of distractions, and continued to forge his Frost Saber.
However, even though they were competing in terms of quality, Su Mo's quick casting also put a lot of pressure on Sikong Yan.
He couldn't help but increase his speed by thirty percent.
Su Mo ignored the shocked crowd and quietly waited for the saber embryo to cool down.
About 15 minutes later, the saber embryo had cooled down to a certain degree and was completely solidified.
At this time, Su Mo took out the quenching liquid and poured it on the saber embryo.
Sizzle!
A series of sizzling sounds rang out as a large amount of white smoke rose from the saber embryo. Then, a terrifying cold Qi was emitted from the saber embryo, causing the white smoke to instantly turn into pieces of ice that fell into the crafting furnace.
After a while, the crafting furnace calmed down, and a light blue long saber about one meter long quietly floated in the furnace.
At present, the Frost Saber had basically been forged. Next, it only needed to be repeatedly refined until it became sharp.
Next, Su Mo covered the furnace again and injected Dark Force into the fire. The furnace burned with fire again and continued to calcinate the Frost Saber.
The chill and the flame continued to fight, but under the control of Su Mo's willpower, the flame completely suppressed the chill.
The Frost Saber's blade gradually became shiny and glossy, giving off a cold light.
Time passed slowly, and after another 10 minutes, Su Mo stopped and opened the furnace again.
Whoosh!
Su Mo waved his arm, and a wave of air rolled out. The Frost Saber flew out of the crafting furnace and quietly floated in front of him.
This saber was blue in color and flashed with cold light. The horrible chill was raging, and the ground around Su Mo was instantly covered with a layer of frost.
Clap!
Su Mo grabbed the handle of the long saber and held it in front of his eyes. He carefully looked at it and secretly nodded.
"Not bad!" Su Mo smiled. The quality of this Frost Saber was definitely the highest among the Lower Lv 5 weapons.
In the past few days, Su Mo had forged more than 200 Lv 5 weapons, so he was quite experienced in forging Lv 5 weapons.
Therefore, it was not difficult for him to refine a Lower Lv 5 weapon, the Frost Saber.
Su Mo had spent less than an hour refining the Frost Saber. He was even faster than Ming Yu.
Then, Su Mo turned to look at Sikong Yan. Sikong Yan was still in the process of casting and would need some time to completely forge the Frost Saber.
Sikong Yan's face was ghastly. He had not expected Su Mo to have refined the Frost Saber in such a short time.
Moreover, he sensed the aura of the Frost Saber in Su Mo's hand and knew that it was of high quality. This made his heart sink.
Sikong Yan's emotions became restless. He tried his best to calm himself down in case he made a mistake.
At this moment, the entire arena became noisy, and countless voices of discussion rose and fell.
"Su Mo actually succeeded!"
"What a fast speed! He's practically the fastest among all of us!"
"Amazing! I can sense that the quality of the Cold Ice Saber he refined is not low. "
"Su Mo is going to win!"
Everyone was amazed by Su Mo's craftsmanship, including Shan Gu and the other Sky-sea Pavilion craftsmen.
Of course, the middle-aged judge, who had been humiliated by Su Mo during the Talent Debate, did not look too good.
Ming Yu's beautiful eyes were also filled with surprise. Su Mo's craftsmanship was on par with hers!
"Interesting!" Ming Yu's seductive red lips curled into a beautiful arc.
In the arena, Sikong Yan's chest heaved up and down as he listened to the discussions. He could no longer suppress his emotions and was in a complete mess.
Impatience was the worst thing to do in craftsmanship. Once one became impatient, the craftsmanship would easily fail.
Buzz! Buzz!
Sikong Yan's crafting furnace trembled slightly, and the saber embryo that was being forged inside became unstable due to Sikong Yan's intense emotions.
"Oh no!"
Sikong Yan turned pale with fright and hurriedly lowered the furnace fire to the lowest. His willpower surged into the crafting furnace, and it took him dozens of breaths to stabilize the saber embryo.
"Phew!"
Sikong Yan heaved a sigh of relief and did not dare to let his imagination run wild. He hurriedly cast aside all distracting thoughts and continued crafting the Frost Saber.
Time flew by, and before long, Sikong Yan's Frost Saber was completed.
Holding the Frost Saber in his hand, Sikong Yan carefully sized it up and heaved a sigh of relief again. Although the craftsmanship of this saber was not up to his usual craftsmanship level, it was at least of Upper Grade.
It was all thanks to his profound craftsmanship skills and his strong willpower that he was able to craft a Frost Saber of such high quality.
If it had been someone else, the saber would have collapsed and failed to craft due to the emotional turmoil he felt just now.
Sikong Yan glanced at Su Mo with a hint of worry in his eyes.
His crafting speed was much slower than Su Mo's, and his saber was only of Upper Grade. It would be difficult for him to defeat Su Mo.
He could only hope that Su Mo's Frost Saber was not of Upper Grade. If that was the case, he would win.
Although Su Mo and Sikong Yan had successfully crafted their sabers, the others were still in the midst of crafting. During this period, a large number of people failed and were eliminated.
Soon, two hours had passed. Including Su Mo and Sikong Yan, the last batch of 134 people had successfully crafted their sabers.
Then, the judge, Zhao Quan, walked out and began to inspect the quality of their Frost Sabers.
Zhao Quan was the first to approach Su Mo. He was also looking forward to the quality of Su Mo's Frost Saber. After all, Su Mo's crafting method was very different from the others.
After receiving Su Mo's Frost Saber, Zhao Quan carefully sized it up and even injected a bit of Dark Force into it.
At this moment, Sikong Yan was not the most anxious one, but Su Mo.
Sweat trickled down Sikong Yan's forehead as he stared fixedly at Zhao Quan.
He was very worried that Zhao Quan would say the words "Upper Grade". If that was the case, he would be finished!
If he lost the competition, he would not know what to do.
It was impossible for him to become Su Mo's disciple. He could not do it even if Su Mo killed him.
However, if he went back on his word, his reputation as a peerless talent would be completely destroyed.
There were more than 100,000 people in the arena, and he had made a bet with Su Mo in front of them.
If he went back on his word after losing, he would really become a laughing stock.
He was a peerless talent who stood at the peak of the younger generation in the entire East Continent. If he failed to fulfill the bet he had made, he would be despised by countless people.
This was unacceptable to Sikong Yan!
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