Being a blacksmith for the past one month, Zhou Kui's muscles had turned bronze in color by the heat. His sweat made him look shiny.
After making more than a thousand strikes in one breath, Zhou Kui finally took a break to regulate his breathing.
The other people in the smithy also stopped. They took this time to wipe their sweat and drink some water, or eat a beast relic.
After all, forging metal was extremely tiring.
"Damn, I finally forged a good piece of metal."
Zhou Kui looked at the hot-red metal on the anvil with glee.
"Ha, Brother Kui, you are getting better at using the Hurricane Hammer skill!"
A member from the Xuanwu Army said with a laugh.
"I guess so."
