Everyone around was incredibly surprised; Qin Feng had forged 90 inscriptions so quickly.
Could he really have been just putting on an act?
Impossible, right?
Those who had previously believed what Chi Yun had said now also started to harbor doubts.
Because the strength Xu Ping'an had demonstrated was simply too formidable.
With every hammer blow, an inscription was created, although by the end, the time between Xu Ping'an's blows had grown much longer.
Yet the rhythm never broke, still maintaining the pace of forging.
It seemed his Soul Power showed no signs of exhaustion.
Of course, by this time, Xu Ping'an was also extremely tired.
His brow was drenched with sweat, and his face took on a solemn aspect.
His entire body's muscles were tense, and his Soul Power was nearly reaching its limit.
The Polar Hammering Technique was, after all, a great drain on Soul Power.
Even with his deep and abundant Soul Power, he was now feeling the strain.
