Chapter 13: Thousand Forged Tungsten Steel Hammer

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"Wulin, here you are!" A young man in his twenties, tall and strong, greeted Tang Wulin.

"Long Ge," Tang Wulin asked with a smile, "What mission did Master assign today"

Long Ge laughed and said, "There are quite a few. You can go see for yourself in your own room. Get up, I'm even a little jealous of you kid! How old are you! Your workload is already catching up with mine." Forging is hard work, the more you do, the more income you naturally get.

Tang Wulin chuckled and said, "How can I compare to you Teacher still hasn't let me forge large parts."

Long Ge said, "That's to make your foundation more solid. Alright, hurry up and go, or else you won't be able to have fun this afternoon."

The Mawang Studio actually consists of three people: Mawang, Long Ge, and Tang Wulin. Long Ge was originally Mawang's only apprentice, but after Tang Wulin arrived, he became the other apprentice. He changed his address for Mawang to "teacher" during his second visit three years ago.

Mo is a very strict teacher with high expectations. But he teaches very seriously. Many times, Tang Wulin feels that he learns much more here than at the academy.

Everyone has their own workshop, and Meng takes on jobs forging mecha parts from outside and then assigns them. Simple ones are given to Long Ge and Tang Wulin, while complex ones he handles himself.

There is a dedicated learning time each week, where Mang personally teaches them. On the remaining days, they are required to complete the tasks assigned by Mang. The more they do and the better they perform, the higher their income will be.

Tang Wulin came to his forge room. Unlike the messy living room outside, this place was very clean and tidy, all organized by him himself.

The workbench indeed already had some raw materials laid out, and there were blueprints beside them.

When he first arrived, Master Ma made him hammer iron for three whole months, teaching him only the techniques of striking and wielding force. Every two hours, that was a truly fiery period.

With constant practice, Tang Wulin's original already powerful strength continued to grow, and his hammer also gradually grew larger. After three months, he started performing some simple metal refining work. A year later, he began making the simplest parts.

Until half a year ago, he had only been forging small parts. Māng was even stricter with him than he was with Long Ge. But Tang Wulin seemed to have a special kind of resilience in his character. In the three years he'd been here, he had never complained once.

After taking a serious look at the blueprints, he understood what his current task was: ten joints. These were mech ankle joints, spherical in shape. If they were cast, it would only take two stamping operations to complete them, but forging presented a much higher demand.

Forging is also divided into many levels. Generally speaking, it's mostly hundreds of forgings. So-called hundreds of forgings mean that every part of a component needs to be forged hundreds of times to complete it. Higher levels include thousands of forgings.

The more times metal is forged, the fewer impurities it contains. Of course, it must be good enough metal to withstand the pressure brought by a thousand forges. As for parts forged a thousand times, Tang Wulin couldn't make them yet, and there were very few such jobs available.

Skillfully pressing the buttons on the forging anvil, Tang Wulin forged a split in the center of the metal, revealing the furnace below. He fixed a piece of metal into the groove next to the furnace and pressed another button, sending it into the furnace.

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Two black, gleaming iron hammers came into his hands. These two hammers were about the same size as the hammers he had used when he first arrived here for testing. For forging large parts, this size of hammer was most suitable.

But, the pair of iron hammers in his hand were a gift given to him by Meng when he first arrived here a year ago. Forged by Meng himself from a thousand hammers of tungsten steel, each hammer weighed eighty pounds. It would be difficult for ordinary people to even lift them. But now, held in Tang Wulin's hands, there was a feeling of effortless ease.

Under the high heat of the furnace, the metal quickly turned red. Tang Wulin's right tungsten steel hammer rested on the slot, while his left tungsten steel hammer came down from above, clamping the metal out.

The tungsten steel hammer swung swiftly in both hands, a series of "clanging" sounds rose, and the forging began.

Forging is a craft, not simply a skilled trade. At first when Tang Wulin began learning, he was told by Meng that to become a qualified blacksmith, one must use their mind. During the hammering process, through the recoil and changes in metal, you must judge the metal's own texture and characteristics. Only by mastering these can you truly forge fine works.

Tang Wulin's comprehension in this area was excellent. He didn't know that when Mang gave him this pair of tungsten steel hammers, it meant he had already become a formal blacksmith.

His monthly income wasn't much, but he would always set aside a fixed amount of money. The rest was split: part for his sister's expenses, and the remaining portion went to Lang Yue to help with household expenses.

He is only nine years old now, but his three years of training have made him much more mature in both mind and character than other children his age.

For two whole hours, as the last piece was finished under the furious pounding of the tungsten steel hammer, Tang Wulin let out a long breath and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. Looking at the ten gleaming joint parts in front of him, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

Having gotten used to forging, he also came to enjoy this job. Every swing of the hammer, every strike, was a particularly exhilarating release. And occasionally, in the process of striking, he would even enter a special state. This state was very peculiar, as if he resonated with the metal being struck and the hammer in his hand. And whenever this happened, the parts he made would be exceptionally good. Even Mang, with his cold and hard personality, couldn't help but offer a few words of praise.

"Teacher." Tang Wulin was just about to hand in his work when he discovered that Meng had arrived at his forging room sometime ago.

Māng walked up to the forge and looked at his work, nodding in approval. Then he handed him a wad of bills. "This month's pay. You did well."

"Thank you, teacher." Tang Wulin was overjoyed and quickly took the banknotes, putting them in his pocket. Because of his excitement, his face flushed a bit, but he couldn't help but swing his fists vigorously.

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"You seem quite happy today. You didn't seem this excited when you got your salary every month before, did you"

Tang Wulin's breath was a little short, and he took a deep breath and said, "Teacher, I've saved enough money to buy a spirit."

He was taken aback for a moment, his expression subtly shifting, and said: "You... your Martial Soul has already reached level ten"

Tang Wulin nodded, "It should be almost done."

Mang reluctantly cracked a smile, “Come on.”

"Teacher, I'm going back first then." Tang Wulin put the finished parts into the box and excitedly ran out.

Looking at his back, the smile on Mang's face couldn't help but deepen. "Finally, this kid is starting to look like a child. It's a pity that his martial soul is only Blue Silver Grass. No matter what his spirit is, it probably... But, this is also my good fortune, isn't it In forging, this child has the talent enough to inherit my mantle."nior sister" 。"You come down 。"Ou Yang Zi Xin beckoned to him." 。 “oh 。Tang Wulin used both hands to brace himself. His home was on the fourth floor, several meters above the ground. With a flick of h...