CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Gao Lingwei asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
"Mm... it doesn't hurt, but it's a little numb." Rong Taotao looked up at Gao Lingwei and whispered, "Try hitting it harder."
CLANG!
Another crisp sound rang through the empty hallway, leaving faint echoes in its wake.
Hammer in hand, Gao Lingwei put more force behind her swing, bringing it down hard on Rong Taotao's right forearm.
Covered in a thin layer of frost, Rong Taotao's forearm rang out like striking steel under the hammer's blow.
"This is amazing." Squatting on the floor, Rong Taotao lifted his arm. He blew on the frost covering his forearm but couldn't see the slightest dent. "It's a little tingly and numb, probably from the vibration, but I didn't take any real damage. It doesn't hurt at all."
"This is the elite-grade Soul Skill, Iron Snow Forearm. Of course it can withstand a mere hammer." Also squatting, Gao Lingwei set down the hammer and pulled Rong Taotao's hand over to inspect it closely.
