Otherworld Light Brain

Chapter 14: three months of progress

"Ding, Ding, Ding..." The continuous sound of knocking came from the blacksmith's shop, which maintained an extremely stable rhythm, sweet and pleasant. Vylon looked at Sean with satisfaction. Although he was not big, when he waved the heavy hammer, people completely ignored his height and age. Vylon didn't understand why he had so much strength in his skinny body, but he was sure that if Sean worked hard, he would be an excellent blacksmith beyond himself. For a blacksmith, strength is just the most basic point. In addition to strength, there are many things that must be mastered, including material selection, fire observation, quenching, molding and so on. Some things, even Vylon himself, are still groping. Ed had been with him for twelve years. In these years, he had no reservation to teach him all his skills. But Ed is still unable to compare with himself, especially in the process of tempering. He has a clear gap with himself in terms of strength and heat. It's not that Ed doesn't work hard, it's that he can't do it. Sometimes he clearly knows to knock at a certain place, but when the hammer falls, it is always a few points away. Vylon and Ed both know that this is the gap. Only after countless times of training can they gradually mature their skills. However, the two of them were surprised to find that, in Sean's case, the time for this kind of skill to mature was greatly shortened. Three months, in a short period of three months, Sean's mastery of quenching has grown to an incredible level. Seeing that he was holding the rough embryo of iron in one hand and beating with a heavy hammer in the other hand, Vylon really suspected that this guy might have been a senior blacksmith in his last life. Between Sean's hammers, it seems that there is a stable frequency, just like the most accurate clock, without any mistakes. Every time he hammered, he kept the same strength, and the force points on the rough embryo were abnormal uniform. And the most important thing is that he seems to have a super control ability by nature. As long as he wants to hit any place, when the hammer falls, it must be that point. Such a strong talent is just maddening to Ed. Oh, even Vylon can't help but feel the same emotion sometimes. This child is born to be a blacksmith. "Hiss." The hot rough embryo in the iron tongs was immersed in the deep well water, sending out a choking white smoke. Sean squinted slightly, and began to put the rough embryo in his hand into the fire again. The current iron making technology is not developed, but it's none of Sean's business. His main purpose here is to train, not to help them improve in this aspect. As a nine year old child, if he just has the strength of Superman, he can also shift his blame to the natural supernatural power. Because Sean has noticed for a long time that in this world, people's bodies seem to be much better than people on earth. Although at the age of nine, it's hard to avoid being so powerful, but it won't cause any stir. Because of the three young people who came here with him last time, one of them had no less power than him at the moment. However, if he not only has natural magical power, but also innovates under the blacksmith's eyes, it would be too different. So Sean has been honest all the time, completely following Vylon's requirements step by step. However, after three months of training, he still inevitably showed his ability far beyond ordinary people. But it can't be blamed for him. In the nearly six hours of sleep every night, Sean has habitually entered the No. 1 virtual space. There, he was given a small kitchen on No. 1 for guidance every time. In particular, about eighty percent of the time has been devoted to quenching and ironmaking. Now he can withstand four times the time, so there will be nearly twenty hours of dedicated mental exercise in the virtual space every day. The consequence of such a high-intensity exercise is to squeeze out his potential and make his quenching technology progress rapidly. Of course, the one hour broadcast gymnastics every day also makes his physique constantly strengthened. No matter how tired he was on the first day, he will completely recover after an hour of exercise. In this way, he thoroughly enjoyed the benefits of deficit time, even if it was just a conscious training, it was enough to give him more opportunities than ordinary people. The boring and loud sound of iron continued to ring, and Sean once again concentrated all his energy. In the past three months, his strength and endurance improved significantly. Even among the five movements in the first and third sections, he also completed three of them. He is confident that in two months at most, he will be able to complete all the actions in the third section. "Hiss." Slowly, the rough embryo in his hand gradually took shape. Looking at the long sword in his hand, Sean was full of pride. For junior blacksmiths, they don't need to forge weapons at all, as long as they master the creation and repair of ordinary agricultural tools, they can be used to support their families. And Sean, under the guidance of Vylon and Ed, has started to forge weapons. If it's known by those apprentices who are still outside to exercise their strength, I'm afraid that everyone will envy red eye disease. "Sean, it's good." Vylon said loudly. Ed also looked at Sean with an incredible eye, and said: "I've been working here for eight years on farm implements, and then I began to officially contact with the making of weapons. It took another four years to master the forging method of iron swords. But you've only learned what you've done in three months..." Vylon smiled and said: "Ed, in terms of experience and vision, Sean is far behind you." "Teacher, but his sword embryo is very good." "That's the coordination between his strength and action." Vylon sighed: "I'm also the first time to see that someone can have so much strength at this age, and also can control the strength so delicately. It's a talent, no one can compare with him." Ed's eyes were more and more full of envy. Vylon looked at the long sword in Sean's hand. He looked down and thought deeply, and finally decided: "Sean, you have such a talent, you should not be buried, come with me, maybe this thing is useful for you."