There was only one word for how to raise his Skill Level.
Practice!
The timer from the Mechanical Hall next to the forge had only run for half an hour, but thirteen Fine Forged Iron Ingots were already piled at Xu Yunfan's feet.
What shocked Zhan Yan the most was that the pattern on each ingot was unique.
There were Dragon Scale Patterns created by Spiral Force, lightning patterns torn out by shockwaves, and even one iron billet that had formed a glass-like crystal lattice after rapid cooling.
"Stop!"
Zhan Yan roared, his aged hand pressing down on the descending Heavy Hammer. Two shockwaves collided on the hammer's head, actually jolting the anvil three inches to the side.
"Where did you learn the Fire Control Skill?"
Xu Yunfan wiped the sweat from his neck. The rising steam condensed into a faint golden mist on his back.
"I just felt that… the rhythm of smelting each iron billet was similar to the breathing techniques of the Celestial Zen Force."
