Chapter 580: The Stylish Sabotage
Meanwhile, a blazing furnace cast dancing shadows onto Adam’s sky-blue hair and twitching eyes.
If someone told him one day that he’d craft a trash item intentionally, he knew he would have lashed out at the fool. Yet, here he was, sweating over an anvil to make the metal as horrible as his pride would allow.
’Shit! Why is it harder than when I made my mythical blade?!’
He cursed, swinging his Qi-infused hammer with all his strength.
BANG
Sparks flew, illuminating his twisted lips. The bright metal underneath bent, a slight crack forming at its core.
’I won’t make it ugly no matter what! It’ll be stylish but broken inside. Hahaha!’
His crazed laughter terrorised the disciples who took the exam with him. Their heads snapped in his direction, and their jaws dropped at the frenzied hammering. What did the kid go through to display such ferocity at his age?
They shook their heads, bitter smiles curved their lips as they imagined the worst. Perhaps his parents were sick, or maybe he was an orphan desperate to earn sect points before being kicked out. In any case, Adam’s relentless pounding nursed their imaginations.