assistirfilmes Chapter 211 211 The Legendary Blacksmith
Chapter 211 211 The Legendary Blacksmith
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Name: Caleb
Race: Human
Age: ???
Rank: Taboo Energy (Grade 4) 95,580/1,000,000 + Tier 8 Ghost (Destiny) + Sword Disciple (1st Realm)
Physique: 1000 [Strength, Stamina, Endurance, Agility, Flexibility, Power, Etc...]
Spirit: 1000 [Mental Strength, Mental Resistance, Reaction Speed, Perception, Five Senses, Dynamic Vision, Mental Energy, Intelligence, Energy Recovery Rate, Soul Def, Soul Strength, Etc...]
Abilities:
-Passive Skill-
Shadow Sense. Ephemeral Cloak.
-Active Skill-
Gum Gum Rubber. Taboo Energy Sensitivity. Phantom Step. Hardening. Shadow Veil. Color Manipulation (Limited).
Sword Skills:
Sword Aura (Toggled on/off)
Tip: The basic attribute of a normal human is 5. Continue reading on empire
Guimeng, overhearing the chatter, chuckled. "Quality comes at a price, young man. Now, let's see what we can do with this Jeju Ice Bean."
As Guimeng continued his work, Rozho pondered the weight of the reputation surrounding this blacksmith. The Swan Sword, the king's blade, and now, Guimeng was going to put his craftsmanship into Rozho's black sword. It felt like a big deal, and Rozho couldn't help but wonder if the weapon he would gift to Caleb would now carry a piece of that legendary touch.
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Rozho's found himself chilling, watching this dude named Guimeng doing his blacksmith magic. The whole place is heating up, sparks flying, and you'd think Guimeng's forging Excalibur or something. It's a show, man.
Guimeng's in this absolute focus mode, like he's in a trance, whispering sweet nothings to the metal he's working on. Rozho's just standing there, trying to peek into the secrets of blacksmithing. But Guimeng's not spilling the beans; he's in the zone, and you don't interrupt a guy when he's creating sword masterpieces.
Outside, a crowd gathers like they're waiting for a rock concert. People are whispering, "Here it is! Guimeng's Absolute Focus!" It's like he's got some superpower that turns iron into gold or something. The crowd's eyes are on Guimeng, and you can feel the awe in the air.
Rozho, being the cool guy he is, is in on the Guimeng fan club. He's nodding like, "Yeah, that's my man at work." But nobody's spilling the blacksmithing tea because Guimeng's the silent genius type.
Eventually, someone from the crowd can't hold it in and yells, "Hey, Guimeng, what's the secret sauce?" And Guimeng? Stone-cold, silent. The man's like a vault, not giving away the magic words of blacksmithing.
The crowd starts talking, though. "Man, I got this sword from Guimeng, and let me tell you, it's like holding a piece of heaven." Rozho's hearing the praises, and he's thinking, 'Okay, maybe I should get one too?'
He was now tempted. Aside from his gift for Caleb, he began to doubt if he needed to save again for another one for himself.
They start this impromptu Guimeng appreciation club. People are sharing stories about how they asked him to customize weapons, and it's like talking about a wizard who granted their weapon wishes. They're throwing compliments around like confetti.
Talk drifts to the qualities of the swords – sharpness, durability, the whole package. Someone even throws in a, "My sword's so good; I cut my vegetables with it." Now that's a quality sword, right?
Then comes the talk about the price. It's not cheap, let's be real. But everyone's like, "Worth every gold coin!" They're saying they'd sell their grandma's heirloom for another Guimeng creation. Two people even spill the beans, saying they're saving every gold coin they find on the street just to afford Guimeng's magic touch again.
Rozho's ears are ringing with praise for Guimeng. He's thinking, 'Okay, this guy's the real deal.' The crowd's buzzing, people are exchanging nods of approval, and Guimeng's just there, still in his blacksmithing trance.
As Rozho's soaking it all in, he can't help but grin. It's like being in the presence of a legend. Guimeng's not just a blacksmith; he's a sword sorcerer, turning chunks of metal into treasures.