"The rules of the competition are simple," said the referee Shikon Zaifan. "Before you each lies a ten-cubic block of ten-tempered mystic iron. Without using any auxiliary solvents, you must rely solely on your forging skills to reshape it into a one-cubic block of hundred-tempered mystic iron. In the end, victory will be decided based on the quality of the hundred-tempered mystic iron you've forged and the time spent on the process."
"Li Zhongnan, Tie Guozhu, do you have any objections?" Shikon Zaifan asked from the judge's seat.
"No objections!" Both of them said at the same time.
Shikon Zaifan nodded and said, "Since there are no objections, begin!"
"Wait a minute!" Li Zhongnan suddenly called out.
Upon hearing this, Tie Guozhu glanced at him and mocked, "Li, are you getting cold feet, afraid, and wanting to give up on the contest?
Ha-ha, I'm telling you, it's too late!
