Blacksmith: You Are Making Mjolnir For The Forging Exam? Chapter 41 Shocking The Entire Arena

While Gao Yue's mind was in a ss, Wu Mo gradually stepped onto the stage.

His footsteps were slow but extrely firm. He was completely unaffected by his surroundings.

Wei Jiaming had a cold smile on his face. He glanced at Wu Mo, and the smile on his face imdiately turned into a mocking expression.

"Wu Mo, I gave you a week, and you put on this outfit? I don't think you have any defensive equipnt. When I put a hole in you, the others will probably say that we're bullying you."

Wei Jiaming turned the spear in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled into a disdainful smile.

As soon as he spoke, the crowd imdiately burst into laughter.

They felt that although the participant representing Unique Treasure Hall was a little arrogant, his words were not without reason.

There was not a single tal plate all over Wu Mo's body. Was he not going to be full of holes?

Below the stage, Wei Ying slowly narrowed his eyes. He looked at Wu Mo, whose face was as calm as usual, and slowly shook his head.

"That's it? I thought that with your wild personality, you would beco soone. It looks like I overestimated you."

The butler stood at the side with his hands behind his back. A hint of greed flashed across his face.

Based on the current situation, the youth nad Wu Mo was no match for Wei Jiaming. After the match ended, Treasure Pavilion would beco the Wei family's possession.

At that ti, the Wei family's assets would definitely grow. Moreover, with them having the monopoly, they would be able to develop Treasure Pavilion. It would be ten tis better than it was now.

The butler suppressed the thought in his heart and focused his gaze on the arena again.

He wanted to personally witness Treasure Pavilion's collapse.

Wu Mo took off his hat in the arena. He grabbed the hem of his cloak and waved it as he seriously said, "Just attack at random. I have the equipnt."

His words caused Wei Jiaming to burst out laughing.

He pointed at the cloak on Wu Mo's body and mockingly said, "Isn't that thing just a layer of cloth? How can it have any defense? The diapers I used when I was little probably had a higher defense than that thing."

Wu Mo ignored Wei Jiaming's provocation. He tightened his grip on the short staff and coldly replied, "You'll find out whether it has any defense or not after you give it a try."

Their eyes t, and the atmosphere in the arena imdiately beca tense.

The surrounding spectators were no longer discussing. Instead, they were focused on the arena, afraid that they would miss anything crucial.

At that mont, the reporters below the arena quickly fixed their caras into position as well. The competitive atmosphere spread to every corner.

"Manager Gao, I believe it's ti to announce the start of the competition?" Wei Ying promptly said in a loud voice as he saw the scene on the stage.

Gao Yue looked at Wu Mo's resolute expression on the stage and swallowed his saliva. He thought to himself, 'Mr. Wu, I hope you can win this competition. Our precious Treasure Pavilion is in your hands now.'

"The competition of defensive equipnt shall now comnce!"

As Gao Yue's voice fell, a hint of killing intent flashed across Wei Jiaming's face. He imdiately raised the 20-pound spear in his hand and charged toward Wu Mo.

"Wu Mo, the ti for fooling around is over. I'm going to cripple you and give you a taste of the consequences of provoking !"

Wei Jiaming was before Wu Mo in the blink of an eye. He shook the long spear in his hand and tried to stab his opponent's chest.

The tip of the spear was made of pure steel, and it instantly touched Wu Mo's silver cloak.

At the next mont, everyone could only hear the clanging sound of tal colliding. However, the terrifying kinetic energy in the tip of the spear suddenly ceased. Soon after, Wei Jiaming could only feel a reactionary force coming from it.

Then, he was pushed several steps back. His right hand was extrely sore and numb. There was also a faint tingling pain in his palm.

He did not feel as if he had stabbed Wu Mo's chest. It felt more like he had stabbed a steel plate, and he was unable to advance any farther.

He had not expected the seemingly unremarkable cloak to have such a terrifying defensive ability. Not only could it withstand his full-force attack without sustaining any damage, but it also produced a counter-force, which almost injured his thumb and forefinger.

While Wei Jiaming was not a qualified cultivator, his physical fitness was considered to be the best among his peers. His own strength was extrely great too, yet when paired with a Rare-grade weapon, he did not cause the slightest damage to Wu Mo.

One could see from this situation that the cloak Wu Mo was wearing possessed a terrifying defensive ability.

Right then, Wei Jiaming and many of the surrounding onlookers were incomparably shocked.

They thought that Wu Mo would be injured and drop to the ground, but the result was far beyond their expectations, striking their hearts.

His cloak seed gentle, but it could resist a spear made of fine steel. Just the visual contrast was enough to surprise people.

Seeing that Wu Mo was not injured by Wei Jiaming's attack, Manager Gao Yue's finally felt relieved.

The nervousness on his face disappeared without a trace, and he happily said, "As expected, Mr. Wu has made sufficient preparations!"

The few blacksmiths behind him promptly shut their mouths.

It had only been a week since the declaration of war and the start of the competition, but Wu Mo managed to forge a cloak that could withstand the attacks of a Rare-grade weapon.

These blacksmiths could not compare to him in terms of skills.

However, one of them was still not satisfied. "What's the use of just forging defensive equipnt? No matter how strong he is, he can't beat the Soft Golden Silk Armor. That man has a stick in his hand. How can he be Wei Jiaming's match?" he said unwillingly.

He was not being serious, but his words displeased the others. Even Manager Gao stared at him coldly.

He imdiately shut his mouth.

On the other side of the arena, the people of Unique Treasure Hall also had a slight change in their opinion of Wu Mo.

A sharp glint flashed through the butler's yellowish eyes.

The forging ability that Wu Mo displayed was obviously much better than that of the Wei family's young master. To be able to forge such defensive equipnt in just a week, Wu Mo could be considered a rare forging talent.

'It's a pity that you're against the Wei family. Otherwise, I could introduce you to the old master and let you join Unique Treasure Hall, but now, you must die," the butler stroked his beard and said in his heart.

Wei Ying stood rooted to the spot, and a trace of an undetectable sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"He's a pretty good blacksmith, but it's still impossible to defeat my nephew in the Soft Golden Silk Armor."

As he thought about it, the sun started to feel a little hot, so he nonchalantly said, "Nephew, finish the battle quickly. We still have to go to Treasure Pavilion and take stock of the family assets and materials later. We don't have much ti."

As soon as he said that, Wei Jiaming, who was standing on the stage, responded, "Don't worry, Uncle Wei. I only need three minutes to deal with this trash."