Thunderbolt felt he would go mad if he watched any longer. Just as he was about to leave, a rhythmic hammering sound reached his ears, piquing his interest.
Suo Ming was completely absorbed in forging the Wolf Fang Club in his hands, his focus absolute. Thunderbolt watched quietly from the side. He could tell from the force of the boy's strikes that he had already surpassed the Fifteenth Layer. Moreover, his forging skill was clearly a cut above those outside. His focused gaze was impressive, too. It showed he was genuinely serious about his craft, not just putting on a show like the others.
Suo Ming hammered for a while, but felt something was off. He was not satisfied.
"Heh, kid. Don't just blindly focus on the Wolf Fang Club's imposing aura. You need to remember that weapons are meant to be used. The most important thing is for it to suit its wielder."
