Starts With Fusing Devil Crystal

Reg was delighted. His advancement speed was very fast. Perhaps it would take at least a few years or even a dozen years for an ordinary person to break through to the Sovereign Level. In comparison, Reg's advancement speed was as fast as flying.    

    

Even if Reg started cultivating at the age of eighteen, there might not be many people of the same age as him who could catch up to him.    

    

However, the huge difference in age made Reg feel that his strength was still too low in this world. It was as if any one of them was stronger than him.    

    

Reg, who had his forging interrupted, had passed the pleasant surprise of his advancement. He once again focused his attention on the piece of Dark Essence Iron on the anvil that he had knocked halfway.    

    

Reg threw the Dark Essence Iron back into the furnace, but fell into deep thought.    

    

He had already failed three times, and the reason for his failure seemed to be the same. The higher the grade of the Devil Crystal, the more things needed to be processed, because their energy was greater. He needed to complete more magic pattern connections or channels in an extremely short period of time.    

    

Reg suddenly decided not to continue forging, or perhaps continue forging. In a situation where the situation might erupt and there were very few mishaps, perhaps he would succeed. However, if such a probability were to occur, it would consume a large amount of level 9 Devil Crystal. The Dark Iron could be repeatedly refined and forged. However, one level 9 Devil Crystal was used, and one level 9 Devil Crystal was used. If one level 9 Devil Crystal was used, one level 9 Devil Crystal would be used, and one level 9 Devil Crystal would be used. Even if Vadorir had already reached the Emperor Level, he wouldn't be able to obtain as many level 9 Devil Crystals as he wanted...    

    

Speed, forging speed!    

    

Reg placed the red-hot Dark Iron onto the anvil once again and lifted up the large hammer that weighed a few dozen kilograms. He began to hammer. The reason Reg picked up the hammer again was to increase the strength of his training. Using hands was naturally faster than using a hammer, but if he used a hammer to train, it would be better. Then he would replace the hammer with his hands, and the effect would be obvious.    

    

This principle was similar to carrying a heavy load to cultivate, just like the God Refining Wrist Guard.    

    

The red-hot dark essence metal quickly became flat under Reg's hammer, and then quickly folded over. After another knock, Reg's combat power surged all over his body. The hammer in Reg's left hand seemed to have no gap and the sound of the hammer hitting was closely linked together. It was as if it had been trained into a string.    

    

A few large pieces of non-refined iron were placed in the furnace. One piece was cold. Reg immediately changed to another one. He continuously changed it, but Reg's tapping did not stop at all. His entire person was like a machine that operated precisely and tirelessly.    

    

Such a huge forging volume was at least several times greater than the initial forging. Reg's combat power was circulated to its peak, and every muscle in his body burst out with a strong explosive force from the hammering time and time again.    

    

Reg's hammering continued for an entire day. The man outside was in charge of serving Reg. Listening to the storm-like hammering, his heart was filled with fear. Was this guy a human? How could he keep beating him like this? Would his hands not be crippled?    

    

This person's thoughts were actually very reasonable. If it was an ordinary person... Even if it was a Fighter, if it was struck without pause, the fatigue on his arm would be extremely great. However, Reg's left arm had been modified by that strange red substance. Not only was it extremely strong, but it was also extremely strong. It could actually withstand such a huge fatigue after being struck like this.    

    

Reg did not make any excessive movements. He just knocked like this, again and again...    

    

Reg did not deliberately calculate whether his speed was increasing or not. Reg only immersed himself in his mind and completely gave up all distracting thoughts. In his mind, there was only the red-hot, non-refined iron piece on the anvil in front of him.    

    

For the past few days, Reg actually did not do anything else. As he was immersed in this kind of crazy beating, Reg clearly felt that his combat power was increasing at a very obvious speed every day. It was much faster than the forging speed before.    

    

In the twenty days, Reg had been hammering crazily in the forging room for twenty consecutive days.    

    

The man guarding outside the door was full of admiration for Reg. Was this young man still human?    

    

Twenty days later, Reg finally stopped this kind of monotonous hammering that could drive people crazy. Although he didn't carefully count how much he could knock in a certain amount of time, and how much he had improved compared to before, but Reg was very clear that before he started crazily hammering for the past twenty days, a piece of red-hot Dark Essence Iron could only be knocked to half the thickness, but now it could be knocked to about a third of the thickness.