Boom!
The third bolt of lightning finally landed, devouring the entire Lightning Slap. From afar, one could only see a ball of dazzling lightning glow.
Everyone stared at this scene in a daze. They didn't know why the grandmaster blacksmith didn't act. All of them tensed up.
This was already the third bolt. They wondered if the weapon could withstand it. It felt unlikely but many people still had hope. They stared at the sky, waiting for the final result.
Grandmaster Mo De looked grave. His knuckles cracked loudly as he clenched his fists. Then, he turned and saw Wang Teng's calm expression. He felt his head hurt.
"Grandmaster Wang Teng, aren't you worried?" Grandmaster Mo De couldn't help but ask.
"Don't worry. I'm confident in my Lightning Slap," Wang Teng placed his hands behind his back and replied with a calm smile.
Grandmaster Mo De wanted to know where he got his confidence from.
