Chapter 166: Are You Ready to Crawl Through the Crotch?

[Kingslayer's Edge (Legendary)]

[Rank: 30]

[Type: Weapon]

[Attack Power: +15000]

[Agility: +1000]

[Affix 1: Crit Rate increased by 30%, Crit Damage increased by 100%]

[Affix 2: Defying Superiors, all attributes increased by 30% when facing opponents with a higher Rank than oneself]

[Affix 3: Attacks come with 20% Lifesteal effect]

[Affix 4: Reduces enemy recovery effects by 50%.]

[Affix 5: BOSS Killer, deals 50% increased damage against BOSS-type exotic beasts.]

[Trait 1: Golden Brilliance (Passive), comes with a golden light special effect at night.]

Mo Xuanye's hands were trembling slightly.

He carefully examined every affix and every number three times back and forth.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes and let out a long breath of turbid air.

It was real.

Everything was real.

He had bitterly studied forging for decades, trying countless times to forge Legendary quality equipment.

And failed countless times.

Yet today, it was actually achieved by a young man in his early twenties.

He opened his eyes and looked at Ou Yezi with a complex gaze.

He had even previously entertained the thought of taking him as a disciple.

Thinking about it now, how laughable it was.

It was simply absurd to the extreme.

"Legend… it truly is Legendary quality!"

"Good heavens! These stats are simply Heaven-Defying!"

The other Forging Masters could no longer hold themselves back and crowded around one after another.

When they saw that terrifying stat panel with their own eyes, each of them gasped, their faces full of shock.

But immediately after, that shock turned into peerless rapture and excitement.

How many years had it been?

Thirty years? Or fifty years?

Their Great Xia Country was finally going to give birth to a new Divine Craftsman once more!

At this moment, whatever competition or ranking it was no longer mattered at all.

In the gazes they directed at Zhou Huai, there was not the slightest bit of hostility or dissatisfaction left.

Replaced by heartfelt admiration, friendliness, and even… fanaticism.

"Great Master Ou Yezi is truly… young and promising, a formidable youth!"

Master Chen from the Imperial Capital was the first to speak, his voice somewhat choked with emotion.

"That's right! The waves of the Yangtze River push the waves ahead! We old fellows are truly old!"

"From now on, it will be the world of you young people!"

However, amidst everyone's praises.

Murong Chen quickly pushed through the crowd and walked briskly up to Zhou Huai.

Then, amidst everyone's astonished gazes, he straightened his robes with a solemn expression.

With a thud, he dropped to both knees.

"Master above!"

He gave three solid, resounding kowtows to Zhou Huai, his forehead making a dull impact sound against the hard ground each time.

"Please accept this disciple's bow!"

After finishing the kowtows, he raised his flushed face, his eyes filled with excitement and earnestness.

"Master! You simply must take me as your disciple!"

"If you don't agree, I will kneel here indefinitely!"

Murong Chen's mood today was like riding a roller coaster.

Just a few hours ago, he still felt that taking a greenhorn as a Master was a supreme humiliation.

Yet now he only felt that it was a supreme glory!

Divine Craftsman!

This was a future Divine Craftsman!

To be able to study under a future Divine Craftsman was an Opportunity countless forgers dreamed of!

If he missed it today, he was certain he would regret it for the rest of his life!

Zhou Huai looked at Murong Chen kneeling on the ground with a look that said 'if you don't take me, I'll die to show you', and was amused.

He stepped forward and personally helped Murong Chen up.

There was not the slightest bit of evasion or modesty on his face.

"Easy to talk about, easy to talk about."

He patted Murong Chen's shoulder, his voice carrying a hint of a smile.

"Since you are so sincere, I will take you as my disciple today."

Hearing this, Murong Chen was instantly overjoyed.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master, for fulfilling my wish!"

He was so excited he was incoherent, almost hugging Zhou Huai's thigh and crying bitterly.

Seeing this, the other Forging Masters around turned red-eyed one by one.

Their faces were full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Damn it!

He was beaten to it by this fellow surnamed Murong!

"That… Great Master Ou Yezi!"

Master Chen reacted the fastest, quickly squeezing forward with his face piled with a flattering smile.

"Look… do you still lack disciples?"

"Actually… to not hide it from you, I've long wanted to take you as my Master!"

"Me too! Me too!"

"I am too!"

"Great Master Ou Yezi, look, taking one is taking one, and taking two is taking two, why not…"

The scene instantly spiraled out of control.

It actually evolved into a grand, large-scale apprenticeship scene.

Mo Xuanye on the high platform watched this comical scene and shook his head with a bitter smile.

He hurried forward and loudly interrupted everyone.

"Everyone! Everyone! Be quiet for a moment!"

"I know everyone's feelings are very excited right now, but the competition is not over yet!"

"If you want to become a disciple, wait until the competition is over, alright?"

Hearing this, everyone calmed down slightly.

Murong Chen was the first to speak, waving his hand indifferently.

"Bah! What is there even to compare anymore!"

"My Master has even forged Legendary equipment; if we continue to compare, wouldn't that be courting humiliation?"

He turned his head and looked at the other Masters.

"Anyway, I'm not comparing anymore, I'm directly forfeiting the match!"

Master Chen also nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, that's right! The gap between us and Great Master Ou Yezi is like the difference between clouds and mud; it's pointless to continue comparing."

"We forfeit too!"

"Right! Forfeit!"

Mo Xuanye's gaze swept across everyone.

"You… all mean this?"

Everyone nodded in unison.

Helpless, Mo Xuanye finally cast his gaze toward the other end of the arena, to that man who had not said a single word from beginning to end.

"Master Nakamura, what is your meaning?"

Nakamura Shinichiro wore a gloomy face.

He stared fixedly at that [Kingslayer's Edge], his eyes filled with jealousy and unwillingness.

Hearing Mo Xuanye's question, he let out a cold snort, his voice hoarse.

"The other Masters are willing to forfeit, but I am not."

"The competition is not over yet, victory and defeat have not yet been decided!"

"Although that sword is of Legendary quality, it only accounts for one category."

"Even if his score in the weapon category might be far higher than mine."

"Yet in terms of equipment for other parts, he might not necessarily be stronger than me!"

"Added together, the comprehensive score of the five pieces of equipment—who wins and who loses is still unknown!"

Hearing this, Mo Xuanye nodded.

"Since that is the case, then please, both of you, place the equipment you forged together on the judges' table."

"We shall conduct the final evaluation!"

Soon, the three judge Masters began to inspect and score the equipment forged by the two one by one.

Nakamura Shinichiro's equipment was picked up first.

"Nakamura Shinichiro."

"Level 50, Spirit Fox Gauntlets, Epic Four-Star!"

"Score, seventy-seven points!"

"Level 50, Windwalker Greaves, Epic Four-Star!"

"Score, seventy-eight points!"

"Level 50, Mountain Ghost Cuirass, Epic Five-Star!"

"Score, eighty-two points!"

"Level 50, Yaksha Helm, Epic Five-Star!"

"Score, eighty-three points!"

"Level 60, Gale Battleaxe, Epic Three-Star!"

"Score, eighty-five points!"

Nakamura Shinichiro's final score could be called terrifying.

Out of the five pieces of equipment, the lowest was still Epic Four-Star.

There were even three pieces that reached the top quality of Epic Five-Star.

This was enough to prove that he was well-worthy of the title of Sakura Country's number one Genius forger.

However, when the judges picked up Ou Yezi's equipment.

Everyone fell silent.

"Ou Yezi."

"Level 50, Monolith Greaves, Epic… Five-Star!"

"Score, eighty-four points!"

"Level 50, Dragon Scale Gauntlets, Epic… Five-Star!"

"Score, eighty-five points!"

"Level 50, Wisdom King Armor, Epic… Five-Star!"

"Score, eighty-six points!"

"Level 50, Asura Ghost Mask Helm, Epic… Five-Star!"

"Score, eighty-seven points!"

"Level 30, Kingslayer's Edge, Legendary quality!"

"Score… Full marks! One hundred points!"

Silence.

Deathly silence.

When the final scoring results were announced word for word.

The entire plaza was pin-drop silent.

Everyone was so shocked by this result that they were rendered speechless.

Overwhelming suppression!

Thorough and complete suppression!

Even without counting that Legendary-grade weapon.

Solely judging by the comprehensive score of the other four pieces of equipment, Ou Yezi still steadily suppressed Nakamura Shinichiro by a head.

Let alone that Legendary divine weapon that directly achieved full marks!

"No…"

"Impossible…"

Hearing this result, Nakamura Shinichiro felt as if struck by lightning; his body swayed violently, and his complexion instantly turned as pale as paper.

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

His eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at Zhou Huai, looking like a madman.

"On what grounds?!"

"On what grounds can equipment forged by a level 18 forger be of such high quality?!"

"I don't believe it! This must be fake! You are cheating!"

Zhou Huai looked at his hysterical appearance and was amused.

He controlled Ou Yezi to step forward slowly, a harmless smile on his face.

"Master Nakamura, victory and defeat have been decided."

He paused, his voice filled with playfulness.

"Are you ready to crawl between my legs?"