Chapter 565

"Correct, correct, correct... slow down, correct, heavens, all correct!"

Thirty types of medium-difficulty materials, Lin Cheng spent less than a minute identifying them all. The result was no exception: all correct!

Zhao Zhao Afu was stunned on the spot. Thinking of what he, a fourth-stage blacksmith, couldn't do, Lin Cheng, a newcomer, could easily do to this extent.

Even if the material identification didn't continue, this score could easily earn him a fourth-stage blacksmith badge.

Thinking of his previous big talk to Old Wang, declaring that if the other party could get a fourth-stage blacksmith badge, he would eat shit in public at the entrance of the guild.

As a result, the other party's test hadn't ended yet, but the score had already far exceeded his own. Zhao Zhao Afu's face was as red as blood.

He hurriedly thought of an excuse and prepared to run away.

"Ah, Old Wang, I suddenly remembered that my wife is giving birth today. Sorry, I'll go first and come back for evaluation next time."

"Didn't your wife already leave you?"

Old Wang couldn't stop him. Zhao Zhao Afu fled the Blacksmiths' Guild quickly as if escaping.

Later, according to unidentified people, when Zhao Zhao Afu was riding in a carriage, he thought the carriage was too slow and directly carried the carriage and fled like a flying machine.

Everyone on the scene was shocked.

"Bodhi Stone! Divine Thunder Wood!"

After Lin Cheng finished saying all the materials, the staff member was dumbfounded, standing there stupidly as if struck by lightning.

Shock, confusion, fear—no words could describe the staff member's mood at this moment. He had been in charge of evaluation projects for nearly 30 years, but no one had ever gotten them all right!

Not even in the history of the Blacksmiths' Guild had anyone been able to get them all right, not a single one!

Was the president of the Blacksmiths' Guild powerful?

He got 15 wrong.

Was the court craftsman with the Royal Award plaque awesome?

He got 10 wrong.

And Lin Cheng, a newcomer who had just arrived, didn't get a single one wrong, creating a perfect myth since the establishment of the Blacksmiths' Guild!

The staff member couldn't question this myth because President Holder witnessed the whole process on the side. But the president's knowledge and composure were obviously stronger than the staff member's. Even though Lin Cheng created a perfect myth, he suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Lin Cheng seemed like a rare treasure at this moment. He saw his former self in him. This was a piece of beautiful jade!

As long as it was carefully carved by himself, his future achievements would inevitably exceed his own.

Within ten years, Lin Cheng would be able to replace him!

Zhao Zhao Afu didn't have the opportunity to witness this scene with his own eyes, but after Old Wang, the front desk staff member, woke up from it, he asked a question from the bottom of his heart.

"How did you do it?"

This question not only made Old Wang curious, but the staff member in charge of evaluating Lin Cheng was also very curious, and even President Holder was very curious.

But thinking of Lin Cheng's identity, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

"Is this difficult?" Lin Cheng didn't know that since the establishment of the blacksmiths, no one had ever gotten the material identification test all right, and a perfect score only existed in theory.

So, he became completely famous this time.

As a young man, he possessed extraordinary knowledge and familiarity with materials that exceeded President Holder's, and even calling him a god would not be an exaggeration.

Even President Holder felt inferior in this regard.

Facing Lin Cheng's understatement, the people present nodded stiffly one after another. It was difficult to the point of reaching the heavens.

Some rare materials stored in the warehouse of the Blacksmiths' Guild came from the ancient era. Even the guild didn't know the function of the materials, only the names. Yet, such a young man as Lin Cheng easily said the names of these ancient materials...

Fortunately, Lin Cheng didn't know whether the materials he identified came from the ancient era, otherwise, if he had said the function of the materials, President Holder and the others wouldn't have known whether to believe it or not.

"Is that so? Then deduct a few points, President." Lin Cheng didn't want to be too flashy, and this score wasn't up to President Holder to decide.

He cast his gaze toward President Holder on the side.

"President, this..." Even the staff member in charge of the evaluation looked at President Holder for help.

Should they change it or not?

If they changed it, it would make their guild look petty.

But if they didn't change it, it would make outsiders feel that their guild was faking it.

While hesitating, a passing guild member spread the news that Lin Cheng had achieved a perfect myth, and a large group of people crowded outside the material testing room, looking at Lin Cheng as if they had seen a ghost.

At this time, even if they wanted to change it, it was too late. President Holder simply waved his hand.

"No need to answer again, let's proceed to the next evaluation."

"This..." Lin Cheng was also very helpless and could only be more low-key in the next test.

The third evaluation.

It tested the blacksmith's shaping ability. Random materials were given, and the blacksmith was required to shape the specified object.

Not long after, the magic array randomly gave out materials, and it was a piece of ice!

Immediately, the examiner also randomly drew an examination question, and the words 'Human Figure' were written on it.

President Holder was dumbfounded and muttered to himself.

"How could it be the most difficult question? Is this fate?"

Blacksmiths could always forge all kinds of strange things. Using some simple materials to shape all kinds of strange things was once very popular in the Blacksmiths' Guild.

At that time, in order to prove their ability, various blacksmiths used ice, stones picked up from the roadside, etc., to shape and carve all kinds of things with great difficulty.

President Holder remembered that a genius who was both a painter and a blacksmith used ice to carve an ice sculpture of love, a lifelike ice sculpture of a man hugging his chest and smiling foolishly, which won him the title of the strongest at the time.

Now, was that scene from back then going to be re-enacted?

Or would Lin Cheng fail this level?

It was already extremely difficult to use ice to build things, and he didn't expect that he would have to use ice to shape and carve a human figure.

Even if Lin Cheng really carved it out, how should they give a score?

After all, swords were dead objects, but human figures were alive. Scoring a human figure was far more difficult than evaluating a sword.

A thousand people have a thousand kinds of aesthetics; this sentence is not just talk.

Just when President Holder was worried for him, Lin Cheng had already taken out his handy hammer and approached the ice block the size of an adult given by the magic array. His face was extremely solemn. Based on the size of this ice block, he should be able to carve a human figure.

But who would be better to carve?

At that moment, Lin Cheng's mind instinctively brought up Miss Qianhui's irritable, cute, and clumsy appearance.

If he were to carve an ice sculpture, how should he embody Miss Qianhui's special temperament?

Forget it, just carve it casually, as long as he passes.

After Lin Cheng made up his mind, he closed his eyes and quickly conceived Miss Qianhui's appearance in his mind.

Wearing a brocade dress, one hand slightly bowed in front of her abdomen, and the other hand hanging down with dragging sleeves.

Half-covering her face, tilting her head, her gaze was both shy and full of expectation, like a young girl who had just married and was seeing her husband. That appearance was simply cute to the point of explosion.

Some blacksmiths outside the door saw that Lin Cheng hadn't taken action for a long time and couldn't help but urge him to take action.

But after President Holder glared at them, these people didn't dare to speak again, for fear of disturbing Lin Cheng's reverie.

Not long after, Lin Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, and all the details about the ice sculpture were imagined in his mind.

It was now!

He immediately swung his hammer and tapped it lightly on the ice block. Suddenly, the entire ice block made a cracking sound, and the surface was covered with cracks.

Everyone widened their eyes and held their breath at this moment, because Lin Cheng's extremely simple hammer blow also shattered all their thoughts.

Many people felt that Lin Cheng was just giving up, and simply shattered the ice block with a hammer.

But no one expected that when the surface layer of the ice block fell off and fell to pieces, a peerless beauty appeared inside the ice block, standing there with grace. Her small hand half-covered her face, and her gaze was shy and full of expectation. It was simply a stroke of genius.

This ice-sculpted fairy was lifelike. Although there was no color, it displayed a different kind of holy beauty.

"Perfect presentation!"