With his upper body bare, Meng Yi wielded a large iron hammer, striking forcefully at a piece of pitch-black refined iron.
As the clangs resonated, countless sparks flew off the refined iron, gradually taking shape.
Yingu stood nearby, responsible for directing the process.
"Alright, now switch to the small hammer and hit it 36,000 more times!"
Upon hearing this, Meng Yi's eyes widened, and he wiped the sweat off his forehead, panting, "Yin... Yingu, I can't take it anymore, can... can I rest for a bit? If I keep this up, I'm afraid I'll collapse from exhaustion!"
Yingu frowned, "You can't handle it after just a few hits? You're really not a man!"
Blushing, Meng Yi dared not retort, knowing he was at fault initially, he could only smile sheepishly.
"Of course I'm a man, but even the strongest man needs to rest!"
