Chapter 260： 11 million times

Tony riveted all his strength, hitting it with dozens of hammers in a row.

The huge reaction force was transmitted along the hammer, and his mouth cracked, and his entire arm was sore and sore.

He lowered his head and took a closer look, and the flame that had just ignited in his heart was extinguished in an instant!

The billet wire on the anvil has not shrunk, but the surface is still flat.

Just a simple estimate, if he wants to beat this billet into shape, at least it will take tens of millions of hammers to have a chance!

"This hardness...it can't be iron!" Tony dropped the hammer, turned his head and glared at the burly man.

The burly man sat on the ground, smiling nonchalantly: "When did I say that that thing is ‘iron’?"

"you!"

Tony was about to refute, but when the words came to his lips, he was swallowed back again.

indeed.

People never said from beginning to end that the material on the anvil is iron.

"That can always tell me what this thing is and what its melting point is, right?" Tony glared at the burly man and said: "Don't tell me, you don't know that forging metal, you need to melt it first!"

"No need."

The burly man shook his head and said, "It doesn't need to be melted, and it doesn't have a melting point. The way to forge it is very simple, just keep swinging the hammer."

Tony gritted his teeth with hatred: "...This is not in line with science!"

The burly man smiled and asked, "Then, does your presence here conform to science?"

"..."

Tony was speechless.

"If you want to give up, you can do it at any time."

The burly man grinned, as if to persuade Tony to give up.

"Sorry."

This sentence aroused Tony's resistance. He picked up the hammer that fell on the ground again, and then said word by word: "It seems that I don't know enough. Tony Stark knows everything. I just won't give up. !"

The burly man sneered and said, "The premise of this sentence is...you can keep going."

Tony turned around and stopped arguing with him because it didn't make any sense.

He only needs to focus on his eyes, beat this billet into shape, and then he can completely plug the guy's mouth!

when!

when!

when!

Sparks burst, gold and iron strike!

The crisp and heavy percussive sound of iron tools, like a passionate symphony, reverberates in this melting pot-like world.

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Lift the hammer and smash it down.

Lift the hammer and smash it down.

Lift the hammer and smash it down.

Tony didn't know how many times he repeated this kind of meaningless action, like a mechanical swing of a hammer, hitting the hard billet in front of him.

At first.

Tony still thinks about what angle to swing the hammer to save energy and speed up.

But later...

Tony has completely given up thinking, because no matter what method he considers, he can't speed up or shorten the progress of forging.

The hardness of this unknown material has completely exceeded his understanding of materials science.

Even Tony suspected that the shield made by his father was not as hard as this material, at least it wouldn't have been smashed thousands of times, not even a single dent!

No tricks.

There are no shortcuts.

The only way is to persist!

As the burly man said, to hammer this billet into shape, you just need to "persistence".

With two simple words, Tony didn't know how difficult it was until it was put into practice.

Ten hammers!

One hundred hammers!

A thousand hammers!

Ten thousand hammers!

One hundred thousand hammers!

In the end he couldn't count how many hammers he had swung.

Every time he raises his arm, it affects the muscles of the whole body, which will make him feel like he is being torn.

The tiger's mouth in the right hand holding the hammer was already shattered.

The overflowing blood mixed with splashing sparks, dripped on this pitch-black iron billet, and was melted in by the heavy smash.

And that piece of unusually hard iron billet, under the hammer after hammer hit, the area becomes smaller and smaller.

Hope, close at hand!

when......

when......

when......

After a while, the sound of hammering will sound, as if the speed of a tortoise.

At this moment.

Tony's consciousness is almost completely lost, only the body's instincts are still persisting.

One hammer, another hammer.

The pitch-black iron billet finally began to change.

The ugly and irregular shape of the billet was gradually transformed into a long knife.

"Finally... has it appeared?"

The change in the billet was caught in the eyes of the burly man, and the tone contained an unstoppable excitement: "Yes... that's it,... temper your soul... Tony Stark!"

The pitch-black material is not actually metal.

It is the manifestation of Tony Stark's soul, and it is also the original appearance of Zanpaku Dao!

Only by forging into shape can the power of the **** of death be carried!

Now... it is about to take shape!

when! ! !

With the fall of the last hammer, the billet completely faded away from the original pitch black, bursting out with a dazzling golden light!

The knife... takes shape!

"I... succeeded...?" Tony's eyes were dull, and he looked at the knife blankly, as if he couldn't believe him, and actually beat the billet into shape!

"Congratulations, Tony Stark."

The eyes of the burly man flashed with light: "I admit that you have conquered me, but before that, I want to ask your heart, what are you looking for? Why did you raise this knife and why you became a **** of death ."

There was a long silence.

Tony slowly raised his head, his eyes lighted like never before: "To save lives, for the defenseless, for... the one I love."

"Huh...Guardian faith?"

The burly man stretched out his arms and said with a thunderous laugh: "I have understood your beliefs. From now on I will spend my whole life to protect your beliefs!"

"Tony Stark!"

"I'm here."

"Grasp my blade, and...call out my name!"

Raise your hand and hold the knife.

It was just a simple action, but Tony spent several minutes.

But when Tony reached out to hold the knife, a strange feeling came to his heart.

Hum——

The terrifying spiritual pressure completely swept the space, setting off a huge storm visible to the naked eye!

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real world.

A strong hurricane suddenly rolled up and scattered the smoke and dust in the surroundings.

The green demon who was chasing and killing the fleeing crowd suddenly stopped, because in front of him, a man in black long clothes suddenly appeared.

"Tony Stark? You are not dead yet?" After the green devil saw the person's appearance, his pupils shrank slightly, and said in amazement: "It's impossible...I obviously saw you dead! "

"I'm dead...but I'm back from **** again."

Tony's eyes were blazing like fire, and the spiritual pressure gushed out of his body, rolling up gusts of wind and waves out of thin air.

An invisible sense of oppression came, causing the Green Devil to distance himself from it.

"It's over, Green Devils."

Tony slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist, and then inserted it into the ground.

"Bring the world into your palm and analyze the principles of everything!"

"The beginning of the solution-Hephaestus!!!"