With a single strike and a single shot, the spear was created, the most difficult weapon to forge of all.
This was the reason for the crowd's astonishment.
"The Black Silver Spear is nothing special!"
Hearing Dean Lu's words, Qi Yun smiled coldly, stepped onto the arena, and walked to the forging furnace.
The three steps of forging—shaping, inscription, and spirit induction—are all extremely important.
Seeing Qi Yun's nonchalant attitude, Diao Yadong said, "Qi Yun, don't be careless!"
"Don't worry, Instructor Diao, this Black Silver Spear is a piece of cake for me!"
Qi Yun nodded, looking at Qi Ming with a defiant gaze.
Back then, Qi Ming's father always easily surpassed his father in everything.
Today, he could say he was vindicating his father!
"The competition begins!"
With the referee's command, Qi Yun stepped forward, picked up the materials needed to forge the Black Silver Spear, and began weighing them.
The weight of the forging materials must be weighed meticulously by the forger; even a slight error can lead to a huge difference. This step cannot be taken lightly.
On the arena, seeing Qi Yun's skillful and fluid movements, Diao Yadong smiled slightly.
On the other side, however, Qi Ming appeared somewhat clumsy, deliberating repeatedly with each weighing. Diao Yadong sneered inwardly.
He was quite confident in Qi Yun.
After all, Qi Yun was the cream of the crop in the Qi family, and he also knew that Qi Yun and Qi Ming shared the same mother.
When Qi Yufeng became a cripple and was expelled from the Qi family, Qi Ming's mother married another genius from the family, giving birth to Qi Yun.
Therefore, Qi Yun harbored deep hatred for his half-brother Qi Ming.
And this time, in their duel, Diao Yadong believed that, no matter what, Qi Yun would not allow Qi Ming to win.
"Look, Qi Yun has already started refining!"
"Look at Qi Ming, he's still weighing metal, look at his stupid face!"
"How can Qi Ming compare to Qi Yun? The two are worlds apart!"
Below the arena, two students whispered among themselves, glancing at Qi Ming and chuckling.
*Bang bang...*
However, just as the two were whispering, two deep thuds suddenly rang out. The two cried out in pain, clutching their heads and collapsing to the ground.
"Damn it, who was that?"
"Who dared to ambush us with a jujube pit?"
The two were inexplicably attacked, their heads swollen with large bumps, and dared not say another word.
Mu Yun sat in his armchair, eating jujubes and watching the competition with a smile, as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, on the arena
, Qi Yun was melting various metals into the furnace, already beginning to inscribe runes on the spirit board.
Normally, when melting metal, a weapon refiner needs to concentrate fully to prevent accidents, but Qi Yun was completely unconcerned.
Everyone understood that Qi Yun dared to do this because he was confident.
On the other side, Qi Ming, having just prepared the materials and not yet begun forging, started inscribing runes.
The two simultaneously inscribed runes on the spirit board, but the moment Qi Ming began, everyone present froze.
The Black Silver Spear required two runes for its strength: the Strength Rune and the Resilience Rune.
The Strength Rune enhanced the Black Silver Spear's power, while the Resilience Rune strengthened its resilience.
These two runes complemented each other, essential for the Black Silver Spear.
However, Qi Ming on the arena was inscribing two runes completely different from the Strength and Resilience Runes.
While not entirely different,
they were, in fact, far more complex and aesthetically displeasing than Qi Yun's.
"This guy, he probably doesn't know how to forge weapons!"
"I bet he does. Look at the inscriptions he's drawn; they're completely different from Qi Yun's. It's utter nonsense!"
"I knew it! How could he possibly learn weapon forging in just one month!"
...
Qi Yun breathed a sigh of relief after successfully inscribing two inscriptions. At that moment, a low gurgling sound came from inside the furnace, indicating that the metal had fused completely.
Turning around, Qi Yun paused, a sneer appearing on his lips, looking at Qi Ming on the other side.
Qi Ming had also finished inscribing two inscriptions, but he didn't stop; instead, he was inscribing a third.
"Idiot! To forge the Black Silver Spear, you only need the Hardness and Toughness inscriptions. Adding a hundred more inscriptions will only destroy the essence of the Black Silver Spear!"
With a cold laugh, Qi Yun ignored Qi Ming.
He had finally understood; Qi Ming simply didn't know how to forge weapons.
Clumsy weighing techniques, complicated and cumbersome inscription routes—this guy might even explode the furnace in a moment!
Qi Yun didn't bother with Qi Ming. It was a pity that weapon forging wasn't about who succeeded first; otherwise, he would have already won in that respect alone.
At this moment, Qi Yun was fully focused on preparing the furnace, taking the final step of fusing the metal.
Meanwhile, Qi Ming finally completed the last inscription.
"Phew... the enhancement inscription and the auxiliary inscription—I'm starting to get used to these two inscriptions my master taught me!"
Qi Ming wasn't in a hurry. Mu Yun had once told him that weapon forging was a pleasure; if you couldn't enjoy it, you were destined never to become a powerful weapon forger.
He was enjoying it now, completely unconcerned about the insults and humiliation around him. Being able to forge a divine weapon that suited his taste was more joyful than anything else.
"This kid seems to have finally figured it out! He doesn't care too much about the ridicule of the crowd around him anymore..."
Mu Yun clicked his tongue, pleased with himself, watching Qi Ming's performance on the stage.
"That's right!"
Qin Mengyao looked at the large open space in front of them and said with a charming smile, "That's right, now who dares to criticize him? Anyone who did has had their head smashed by your protective master!"
"Blocking my view of the match, of course I deserve a beating!"
Mu Yun chuckled, not caring at all.
To be honest, he was genuinely surprised by Qi Ming's progress.
The reason he was willing to take Qi Ming as his disciple was because he recognized Qi Ming's talent in weapon crafting.
In the vast world, countless people had longed to obtain the inscriptions created by Mu Yun, hoping to break through the shackles of weapon crafting.
But they had never succeeded; even those who were lucky enough to obtain them couldn't comprehend them. This
was because Mu Yun's inscriptions were far superior in intricate to those circulating in the world, making them incomprehensible to them.
Now, Qi Ming, a complete novice in weapon crafting, possessed photographic memory and could gradually comprehend things on his own.
It had to be said, Qi Ming's talent was truly exceptional.
His progress astonished Mu Yun.
Mu Yun knew that Qi Ming was working so hard because he wanted to heal his father.
"A weapon crafting master with severed leg meridians… perhaps, that pill could be used as a test!" Watching Qi Ming's efforts on the arena, Mu Yun made up his mind.
*Ding…*
Just then, a clanging sound rang out on the arena.
Qi Yun's Black Qi Silver Spear was already finished.
The black shaft exuded a chilling killing intent; the straight silver spear, like a diligent guardian, stood proudly unyielding.
Only the final two steps remained: infusing the runes and then drawing in the spirit. Then the Black Qi Silver Spear would be a complete success.
Meanwhile, Qi Ming had only just begun adding metal to the furnace to forge the spear shaft.
Seeing this, Diao Yadong smiled.
This round was won for sure!
Qi Yun's performance so far could be described as perfect,
while Qi Ming's was utterly terrible, simply appalling.
"Incorporate Runes!"
With a low shout, Qi Yun took out two engraved spirit plates and placed them in front of the Black Qi Silver Spear. Touching the inside of the plates with both hands, he began to concentrate fully on drawing in the runes.
Everything was as natural as water flowing into a channel, perfect!
"Draw In the Spirit!"
With a low shout, Qi Yun held the spear with both hands, his mind completely merging with the spear, fully activating the runes infused into the shaft!
*Clang…*
The two-meter-long black-silver spear suddenly emitted a deep hum, and with a bang, the shaft embedded itself into the hard stone slab of the arena. Qi Ming stood on the arena, proudly raising his head.
This was his moment to receive the adoration of thousands.
A high-grade mortal weapon refiner under seventeen years old—there was absolutely no other like him in the entire Beiyun City.
*Clang…
* At this moment, a piercing clang rang out. On the other side, Qi Ming's black-silver spear had only just been forged.
"Compete? Qi Ming, what do you have to compete with me with?"
Seeing Qi Ming's slow movements, Qi Yun sneered, not in a hurry.
He waited for Qi Ming to finish. In his eyes, it was already a miracle that Qi Ming hadn't exploded.
A weapon mold hastily forged, plus scribbled inscriptions—if Qi Ming could win, then his reputation as the number one genius weapon refiner in Beiyun City would be utterly ruined.
"Well done, Qi Ming! Let those trash see how powerful our Advanced Class 3 is!"
"That's right! Miao Xianyu and Wang Yunqi were evenly matched to begin with, Miao Xianyu was just ahead this time. This match silenced them completely!"
"A trash class is a trash class. They dare to dream of rising up by stepping on our Advanced Class 3! Dream on!"
Seeing Qi Ming stand tall on the arena, holding his black silver spear, the entire academy erupted in cheers.
Some female students even couldn't help but scream.
To win the heart of a future powerful weapon refiner would guarantee a lifetime of worry-free cultivation.
"Building Inscriptions!"
Amidst the cheers, Qi Ming seemed oblivious, continuing his weapon-refining process step by step.
"Hehe... Instructor Mu, do you think we should continue?"
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Diao Yadong strolled up to Mu Yun and smiled, "This match is probably already decided, isn't it? I think there's no point in continuing!"
"That's right, I think so too!"
Surprisingly, Mu Yun agreed, "I also think there's no point in continuing. Why don't you have Qi Yun concede directly, Instructor Diao, and we'll start the third match!"