Quan Yi's combo techniques had made significant progress in a year.
From the initial fifty-four hit combo, he slowly increased the number of hits.
However, as the number of hits increased, the accumulated power would reach an incredibly terrifying level.
Beyond fifty-four hits, Quan Yi would find it difficult to control this immense power.
This was also the most troublesome part of mastering the combo technique.
But now, Quan Yi's physical fitness had increased several times compared to before the breakthrough, allowing him to attempt the advanced seventy-two hit combo.
Quan Yi pressed down on the anvil and whispered, "I wonder if I can withstand it?
Let's start with forty percent of my power."
Power erupted from his legs, traveled along his thighs and waist, and finally reached his right arm.
"Clang!"
Forty percent of his power fiercely struck the red-hot pig iron.
At the instant his fist collided with the pig iron, a huge force of recoil was generated, and Quan Yi's body rapidly rotated in the direction of the recoil.
As his right fist rotated with his body, the two-thousand-kilogram gauntlet, under the effect of gravity, provided Quan Yi with power in addition to the recoil.
Quan Yi completely transferred the recoil and gravity to his left arm through the twisting of his body.
In the next moment, Quan Yi's left arm lashed out like a whip, striking the pig iron.
The second strike, hitting the pig iron, carried approximately fifty percent of his power.
From the second strike onwards, Quan Yi's combo speed became faster and faster, and his power became stronger and stronger.
The terrifying sound and scattering sparks made it impossible for anyone to approach.
The people in the blacksmith shop were already used to it, but Quan Yi's performance today was even more exaggerated.
Years of observation had cultivated the blacksmiths' discerning eyes.
At the same time, they had subtly mastered the technique of using force against force.
Some blacksmiths with extraordinary talent could even complete the initial eighteen-hit combo.
Therefore, these blacksmiths could better see that Quan Yi's power had become even stronger than before.
By the fifty-eighth hit, the power of a single punch had increased to more than five hundred percent, a terrifying amount.
At this point, Quan Yi's body was no longer his own.
He was like a spinning top wrapped in a powerful force. If Quan Yi's body wasn't strong enough to withstand it, he would have been torn apart by this force.
The five-thousand-kilogram pig iron, after only fifty-eight strikes, had shrunk by more than half its original volume.
At this stage, the impurities inside the pig iron were completely removed, transforming it into resilient Scarlet Heart Iron Essence.
However, Quan Yi didn't stop at this step, but instead, unleashed the next strike.
Fifty-fifth strike, fifty-sixth strike.
The Iron Essence in front of him actually produced some kind of strange resonance with Quan Yi.
With each strike, Quan Yi could feel the connection between himself and the Iron Essence becoming closer.
The surface of the Iron Essence actually began to bloom with dazzling scarlet red halos.
At this moment, Quan Yi only felt that the Iron Essence in front of him was communicating with him.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
Unconsciously, Quan Yi's breathing frequency gradually became consistent with the Iron Essence's breathing frequency.
Under a strange attraction, Quan Yi suddenly increased the fire-attribute energy input into the Iron Essence.
This also led to a rapid increase in the temperature inside the forging room. The blacksmiths' mouths became dry and their bodies were drenched in sweat under the onslaught of the heat wave.
However, they didn't leave, but stayed aside, eagerly watching Quan Yi's flying figure.
Finally, in a few breaths, Quan Yi's combo count accumulated to the seventieth strike, the seventy-first strike.
The volume of the Iron Essence, on the basis of being reduced by half, was reduced by half again.
The color of the Scarlet Heart Iron Essence became even more scarlet, and at the same time, a magical soul power fluctuation came from inside the Iron Essence.
However, at this moment, Quan Yi didn't have too many thoughts about these changes in his mind.
He was completely immersed in the communication with the Iron Essence.
At this moment, Quan Yi's breathing frequency and the Iron Essence reached perfect unity.
At the seventy-second strike, the power of the last punch was superimposed to seven hundred and twenty percent, and also carried a huge soul power, suddenly falling on the Iron Essence.
At this moment, Quan Yi only felt that his power and soul power had completely reached the same frequency as the Iron Essence's breathing.
"Clang!"
As the final seventy-second strike landed, a terrifying wave spread from the point of impact to the surroundings, impacting everything in the forging room, including the watching blacksmiths.
"Crack!"
A sound of metal breaking rang out, and the overburdened anvil, under the final impact, broke in the middle.
The blacksmith not far away had just struggled to get up from the ground when he saw this scene.
They couldn't help but gasp, knowing that this anvil could withstand the long-term forging of a steam hammer, and its load-bearing capacity was extraordinary.
But today, they saw the amazing scene of the young master splitting the anvil with his bare hands, and couldn't help but gasp.
"Huff huff huff huff..."
Quan Yi's hands hung limply by his sides, breathing rapidly.
Although the whole process only lasted for more than two minutes, Quan Yi consumed too much power and soul power.
Quan Yi, who could easily perform fifty-four hit combos more than a dozen times in the past, felt a sense of weakness after performing the seventy-two hit combo only once.
However, this made Quan Yi feel happy, because it meant that the seventy-two hit combo was dozens of times more terrifying than the fifty-four hit combo.
Moreover, what surprised Quan Yi even more was the face-sized Iron Essence that fell in front of him.
Quan Yi stepped forward and held up the Iron Essence with both hands.
The first thing he felt was its weight. The five-thousand-kilogram pig iron was forcibly reduced to the size of a basin. After removing the impurities, it still weighed more than three thousand kilograms.
Regardless of anything else, just this terrifying metal density was not much different from his gauntlet.
You should know that Quan Yi's gauntlet is the top-level Weapon Soul, and this alone is enough to call it the top-level metal.
Quan Yi happily picked up the metal and felt a familiar soul power fluctuation.
Quan Yi looked down at the Blazing Sun Heart hanging on his chest.
He murmured: "This feeling is exactly the same as the soul power fluctuation emitted by a Soul Guidance Device."
After murmuring, Quan Yi, on a whim, channeled his soul power into the metal. In the next moment, a fierce flame ignited from the metal's surface.
Looking at the flames burning on the metal's surface, Quan Yi was stunned to feel a familiar aura.
This was Quan Yi's own aura of Extreme Fire. Not only that, Quan Yi noticed that the intensity of the flame was even stronger than the flame he released himself.
Immediately, Quan Yi felt the special nature of the metal in the dark.
Flame amplification.
The metal Quan Yi forged had the special ability to enhance the power of a Soul Master's flames.
The ability to produce special effects through soul power guidance.
Isn't this just like a Soul Guidance Device?
