32: Chapter 32: The Forge Opens! Using one's own body as a hammer, forging a divine weapon with blood!

He clenched his fist.

Golden light swirled around his knuckles; at this moment, the power of the Perfect Primarch was driven to its absolute limit.

"No furnace?"

"Then I'll just use these two fists to smash one out!"

"Let's get to work!"

Inside the underground warehouse, the temperature was rising rapidly.

Several high-power centrifuges, temporarily modified by Su Qianqian into magnetic confinement generators, were now emitting an overwhelmed humming sound.

At the center of the machines, that fist-sized piece of star core refined gold floated in mid-air, tightly locked by a circle of visible high-energy laser beams.

"The temperature has reached 3000 degrees!"

Su Qianqian, wearing thick goggles, stared at the control panel, her forehead covered in sweat.

"Dachui! This is the limit! The melting point of this piece of Materials is absurdly high; even with laser bombardment, it can only barely soften, let alone liquefy for casting!"

"If we don't have high-level 'Artifact Fire' or a tens-of-thousands-ton hydraulic press, we have no way to shape it!"

"A hydraulic press?" Wang Dachui glanced at the rusty small stamping machine in the corner and shook his head.

"That thing wouldn't even tickle this stone."

He took off his tactical vest, revealing his strong, lean muscles that shimmered with a faint golden light.

After this period of recovery and Cultivate, his physique was now perfect; every muscle contained explosive power.

Although his attack rating was still not high, in terms of hardness and vitality, he was at the ceiling of humanity.

"No hammer? Then I'll use this." Wang Dachui raised his right fist.

On that fist, golden light swirled—this was the Protective Aura triggered by the Perfect Primarch after being stimulated by the outside world.

"Are you crazy?!" Su Qianqian exclaimed. "That's 3000 degrees of high temperature! And the hardness of this piece of Materials exceeds diamond! Do you not want your hand anymore?"

"Wife... ah no, Qianqian." Wang Dachui turned back and gave her his signature confident smile, even though he was panicking internally: "Do you know what Blood Refining is?"

"Ancient texts say that when a divine weapon is born, it must be sacrificed with blood."

"Using someone else's blood is called the Evil Path, but using one's own blood is called... sincerity!"

"And..." He glanced at the stubborn black stone. "I don't believe there is anything in this world harder than my life!"

Having said that, Wang Dachui did not hesitate anymore.

He took a deep breath, sinking his Qi into his Dantian; the blood and Qi inside his body surged like a river, all gathering on his right fist.

"Perfect Primarch—Defensive Mode fully engaged!" "Endless Vitality—prepare to work!" "Give it to me... SMASH!!!"

"BOOM!" Wang Dachui threw a punch, stirring up a gust of wind as he fiercely smashed it into the floating, dark red star core refined gold.

"CLANG!!!" A sound like a massive bell echoed, shaking the entire underground warehouse and sending dust flying.

Su Qianqian had to cover her ears, feeling like her eardrums were about to perforate.

She saw that the indestructible star core refined gold had actually been slightly deformed by this punch, denting inward!

But the price was— "Sizzle!" On Wang Dachui's fist, the skin and flesh instantly charred and burst, blood splattering!

The high temperature instantly burned his epidermis, and the recoil shattered his finger bones.

"AAAH!!!" Wang Dachui let out a scream; this time, it really hurt.

But the next second, a miraculous scene occurred.

The blood spurting from his wound did not drip to the ground but, as if attracted by a magnet, was instantly absorbed into that piece of star core refined gold!

The originally pitch-black metal surface instantly gained a trace of eerie blood-colored patterns.

At the same time, the Perfect Primarch talent inside Wang Dachui's body was operating crazily.

Golden light flashed, and his bloodied, mangled hand actually began to heal in the blink of an eye.

Broken bones reassembled, dead skin fell off, new flesh grew... two seconds!

In just two seconds, an intact hand was restored!

"It's already healed?" Su Qianqian stared in shock.

This recovery ability was even more terrifying than the mutated earthworms of Chernobyl!

Was he even human?

"Hehe, I told you I'd be fine!" Wang Dachui shook his hand. Although it really hurt, seeing the blood streak on the metal, he knew he was on the right track.

This stubborn stone responded to force, not gentleness!

And it was craving his blood!

"Since you like to drink, then I'll feed you to your fill today!"

"Again!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The sounds of smithing echoed in the underground warehouse like a dense drumbeat.

Wang Dachui was like an untiring pile driver; with every punch, his skin split and flesh tore, blood dripping everywhere.

Two seconds to heal, good as new. Then another punch!

This was an extremely tragic, yet extremely hot-blooded forging.

Every punch was using his Physical Body to defy the rules.

Every punch was infused with Wang Dachui's will as a father.

One hundred punches... five hundred punches... one thousand punches...

As time passed, that piece of star core refined gold, originally only the size of a fist, began to expand and stretch after absorbing a large amount of Wang Dachui's Qi and blood.

It was no longer a dead object but seemed to have a life of its own, gradually elongating and thinning with Wang Dachui's Fist Intent, turning into the prototype of a blade.

The blade was long, slightly curved, and pitch-black, but covered in blood-colored patterns that looked like blood vessels.

A biting chill and violent Killing Intent began to spread throughout the warehouse.

"One last step!" Wang Dachui looked at the nearly formed blade blank; he was already covered in blood by now.

Although his wounds were constantly healing, the excruciating pain—like being sliced by a thousand knives—had soaked him in cold sweat, and his face was as pale as paper.

Even for the Perfect Primarch, the blood production speed could barely keep up, but the light in his eyes was brighter than ever.

"Qianqian! Throw the energy-gathering ring in!" Wang Dachui roared.

Su Qianqian, who had been ready on the side, tearfully and tremblingly threw a ring carved from high-energy crystal cores toward the hilt position.

"Merge... for me!!!"

Wang Dachui used the last of his strength, clasping his fists together like a giant hammer closing, and smashed them fiercely onto the connection between the hilt and the blade!

"RUMBLE!!!"

A blinding red and black beam of light instantly broke through the magnetic confinement field, even piercing through the thick concrete roof of the warehouse, shooting straight into the sky!

The entire 301 Sanatorium was disturbed.

"What's going on? Enemy attack?"

"Such terrifying Killing Intent! Is some Grandmaster having a Breakthrough?"

Inside the underground warehouse, the dust settled, and all the instruments had overloaded and burned out.

Wang Dachui lay on the ground in a sprawl, panting heavily, looking at the large hole in the ceiling, and grinned: "Hehe... this commotion... is big enough."

"Now, Wife should be satisfied, right?"

Not far from him, in mid-air, a Tang Dao that was pitch-blue, with a blade edge shimmering with blood-red light and surrounded by black mist, was silently floating.

It emitted a "humming" vibration, as if a Vicious Beast had just awakened, announcing its arrival to the world.

A divine weapon, completed!