The Four Guardians sat quietly on the side of the main stage.
The Guardian in the black robe had a cold expression on his face, while the Guardian in the golden robe and the Guardian in the blue robe looked at the battle on the martial arts stage with hatred.
"Hmph, the South Pavilion wants to compete with the Three Pavilions? Dream on," the Guardian in the blue robe said coldly.
Only four battles had taken place in the second round of the competition, but four disciples from the South Pavilion had already been eliminated. The last disciple was about to be eliminated as well.
However, Fang Chen did not think that way.
He had been teaching these five disciples personally for the past three months.
Among them, he valued the potential of the Tool Pattern the most.
"There's no suspense."
Fang Chen said softly. He already knew the result when he saw the Tool Pattern refining the weapon.
Sure enough, after a short while, the Tool Inscription finished refining the weapon at lightning speed.
At that moment, his opponent had just started to refine the weapon.
"How is this possible?"
The disciple's eyes widened in shock.
"Hmph, he's just playing to the gallery."
In his opinion, the Tool Pattern knew that he was going to lose, so he was playing to the gallery.
However, when the First Elder finished inspecting the weapon with the Tool Pattern, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.
Then, he turned to look at the disciple who was refining the weapon.
"Alright, this round is over. You can stop now."
The disciple who was refining the weapon was secretly delighted when he heard the First Elder's words. At the same time, he looked at the Tool Pattern with disdain.
"Hmph, who told you to play to the gallery? Great, now the First Elder has seen through you."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt that something was amiss. The First Elder seemed to be looking at him sternly.
"First Elder, can you announce the result now?"
The disciple asked carefully.
The First Elder nodded and said in a deep voice, "The Tool Pattern of the South Pavilion has won this round."
The smile on the disciple's face froze as he blurted out, "Impossible, how could he defeat me?"
"How dare you!"
The First Elder scolded, "Hmph, do you know what level the weapon refined by the Tool Pattern is?"
"What level?"
"He refined a weapon that was half a step to the Emperor Stage."
Whoosh!
The entire square was in an uproar. Countless martial artists opened their eyes wide, as if they were hallucinating.
Even Wu Feng was a little surprised.
He thought that he would definitely win the competition if he could refine a half-step emperor weapon. He did not expect a tool pattern to appear out of nowhere.
"Looks like I have no choice but to use my trump card."
Wu Feng said sinisterly, "That's good too. The stronger you are, the more powerful I'll seem when I defeat you."
In Wu Feng's mind, he seemed to have already seen himself dominating the first place in the refining competition and enjoying the admiration of everyone.
On the martial stage, his opponent looked as if he was struck by lightning.
He was unwilling to believe the truth in front of him. He shouted that he wanted to check his weapon, but he was directly sent flying by the Great Elder.
At this point, the top five were born.
"Hmph, so what if he's in the top five?"
The golden-robed and blue-robed guardians sneered, while the black-robed guardian remained silent.
Next up was the third round of the competition.
This round was also the last round. The five of them would forge artifacts at the same time, and they would be ranked according to their grade.
"Tool inscriptions, right?
In this battle, I will definitely trample you beneath my feet. "
Wu Feng took the initiative to walk in front of Tool Pattern and said arrogantly.
Faced with Wu Feng's provocation, Tool Pattern shrugged and said, "Is that so?
I'm already determined to win this round. "
"You're courting death."
Wu Feng glared at Tool Pattern and clenched his fists. He could not wait to attack.
However, he held back in the end.
"Good, very good. It's been a long time since someone dared to provoke me like this," Wu Feng said, "I'll let you know the consequences of provoking me."
With that, Wu Feng turned around and returned to his refining table.
'A half-step emperor weapon is just something I forged casually. I wonder what you'll think when I forge an emperor weapon,' Wu Feng thought to himself.
Following the Great Elder's order, the five of them quickly immersed themselves in refining.
Although this was the last round that would determine the winner, Tool Pattern was not worried at all. He was confident that he had a card up his sleeve.
"Guardian Fang, what do you think about the Weapon Crafting Competition?"
The golden-robed guardian asked Fang Chen mockingly.
"Tool Pattern from the South Pavilion is in the top five. What do you think his final ranking will be, Guardian Fang?" The blue-robed guardian asked with a smile.
Fang Chen turned around and glanced at the three guardians. He said, "Tool Pattern's refining skills are above the other four. He'll definitely win this round."
Hearing this, the three guardians' expressions changed at the same time.
"How arrogant."
The black-robed guardian said indifferently.
Fang Chen shrugged. He did not want to lower himself to their level.
Time flew by, and after about fifteen minutes, the five of them had entered the final stage of their crafting.
Whoosh!
A deafening sound resounded in the sky.
Then, a violent energy surged out from Wu Feng's weapon.
"That's … an emperor weapon."
Everyone cried out in surprise when they saw this.
On the other hand, Wu Feng handed the weapon to the Great Elder with a smile on his face.
Many elders on the rostrum nodded in satisfaction.
They did not expect Wu Feng to be able to refine an emperor weapon. He was a good seedling that was worth nurturing.
"Oh my god, Wu Feng can actually refine an emperor weapon. He's too powerful."
"Looks like there's no doubt that Wu Feng will win first place this time."
"Yeah, if the Tool Pattern from the South Pavilion can only refine a half-step emperor weapon, it won't be able to compete with Wu Feng."
Many martial artists in the square were discussing.
After a while, the other four succeeded in refining their weapons.
The Great Elder took their weapons one by one and observed them carefully.
He only glanced at the weapons of the first three, then shook his head and put them aside.
When he picked up the weapon with the Tool Pattern, his eyes suddenly lit up as if he had sensed something.
Buzz!
The weapon with the Tool Inscriptions emitted a powerful energy that was shocking to the crowd.
"An emperor weapon?"
Everyone exclaimed. They did not expect the Tool Pattern to be able to refine an emperor weapon. This was interesting.
"So what?
I took the least time to refine a weapon of the same grade. How can he compete with me? "Wu Feng mocked.
Soon, the upper echelons of the Imperial Armament Pavilion came to a decision.
In the end, the Great Elder announced it himself.
"The Tool Pattern from the South Pavilion will win first place in this competition."
Whoosh!
There was an uproar in the square.
Many people did not understand why the Tool Pattern was able to defeat Wu Feng. Even Wu Feng himself was not convinced.
"Great Elder, I don't understand. The Tool Pattern and my weapon are both low-grade emperor weapons. Why did the Sect rank him first?" Wu Feng cried out.
Everyone's eyes fell on the Great Elder.
"Stupid."
The Great Elder scolded sternly, "Do you know that low-grade emperor weapons can be divided into strong and weak ones?"
Seeing that Wu Feng was still unwilling to accept the result, the Great Elder said, "Although the weapon with the Tool Pattern is a low-grade emperor weapon, it has an attribute ability.
Therefore, he deserves to be first place. "
"Moreover, the Pavilion Master has decided to take the Tool Pattern as his disciple."
The Great Elder's words completely shocked everyone.
When Wu Feng heard the words' attribute ability ', he was in a daze and shook his head frantically.
"No, it's impossible. How can he forge a weapon with an attribute ability?"
However, this was the truth. It was a foregone conclusion and he could no longer turn the tables.
"Greetings, Master."
Tool Pattern was smart and immediately knelt down to greet his master.
"Good, good, good. Get up."
The Pavilion Master smiled. He did not expect that he would be able to unearth such an outstanding blacksmith in this competition. He had gained a lot.
The disciples who had mocked Tool Pattern felt their faces burning.
The three custodians were infuriated. Only Fang Chen remained calm, as if everything was within his expectations.
"Hmph, what are you so proud of?
Although you are the South Pavilion disciple, you are not so lucky as the South Pavilion Guardian, "the blue-robed Guardian said coldly.
After the crowd exclaimed, the square gradually calmed down.
Next up was the main event of the competition. It was the battle of the Four Great Guardians.
Under everyone's gaze, the Four Great Guardians walked up to the martial arts arena one after another.
Among them, Fang Chen was the most dazzling because the South Pavilion had a monstrous disciple.
However, what they did not know was that three months ago, Tool Pattern's blacksmithing skill was not even in the top five.
Now, it was all because of Fang Chen's personal teaching.
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