The Legend of the Dragon King

Chapter 1492 - The Success Rate Of Heavenly Refinement

Chapter 1492: The Success Rate Of Heavenly Refinement

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Zhen Hua stood nearby, and he would cover his mouth to cough occasionally. However, his eyes were filled with admiration and praises as he looked at Tang Wulin.

Was it certain that Tang Wulin would surpass him in forging? Zhen Hua did not think so. In reality, Zhen Hua had always been contemptuous when it came to his natural endowment in forging, even with his seniors in the past.

It was not as simple as depending on one’s forging endowments when one was performing Heavenly Refinement. One’s ability could also have an important effect on this.

Tang Wulin’s success rate in Heavenly Refinement was just over thirty-five percent. This was because there were still many uncertainties in the process of Heavenly Refinement.

On the other hand, Zhen Hua’s success rate in Heavenly Refinement was only twenty percent.

This did not signify that Tang Wulin had already surpassed Zhen Hua. Tang Wulin had yet to catch up to Zhen Hua when it came to his skill and experience. It was his method for responding to the elemental calamity that surpassed Zhen Hua that resulted in this situation.

In simpler terms, if Zhen Hua had Devours the World and the Thunderclap Nether Vine then his success rate of Heavenly Refinement could probably exceed sixty percent. What a waste that he did not have them.

Zhen Hua understood the principle that even if a blacksmith were to devote all his attention, time and effort to forging, he should not neglect his cultivation. Only a truly powerful soul master could become a truly powerful Divine Craftsman!

Tang Wulin was already capable of Heavenly Refinement using just one method at this point. However, his failure rate began to increase after he had begun attempting to use alloy in Heavenly Refinement.

Zhen Hua was full of praise mostly because the boy was improving every day. Every one of Tang Wulin’s attempts at Heavenly Refinement felt like a metamorphosis.

As a Divine Craftsman, he had an exceedingly clear and sharp sense for every qualitative change in his surroundings. He believed that he would not make a bad judgement. Zhen Hua could tell that Tang Wulin had not only achieved Heavenly Refinement rank but he had also found something he needed.

Heavenly Refinement was the best cultivation method for him right now. He had already forgotten about the agreement set by Zhen Hua earlier. Even if Zhen Hua were to set him free now, he would not leave willingly. It was great for him to be here without any disturbance and also with access to the best facilities here for his Heavenly Refinement.

Tang Wulin’s abilities, cultivation base and Heavenly Refinement skills were improving since his began learning the process.

“Rumble, rumble, rumble!” The final elemental calamity struck. Tang Wulin threw himself forward bravely.

Even after the Thunderclap Nether Vine absorbed a portion of the lightning, the elemental calamity that struck him was so powerful that smoke was coming out from his entire body.

Fortunately, the Golden Dragon King’s physique took the remainder. Even though he had a coughing fit, he still managed to withstand the process as he retreated.

What a waste that the spirituality of that alloy had not purified at all.

Tang Wulin heaved a sigh. He had failed once again. The alloy could only be considered as a semidivine, but it had not truly achieved the standard of Heavenly Refinement.

The greater the quality of the metal, the stronger the effect of the elemental calamity.

The Thunderclap Nether Vine had an irresistible thirst for the elemental calamity, but due to its lack of self-restraint, Tang Wulin dared not allow it to absorb too much lightning to prevent the risk of a spontaneous explosion.

That was all for the day. The Thunderclap Nether Vine was basically fulfilled.

Tang Wulin summoned his final spirit soul to inspect it.

The purple-blue color of Thunderclap Nether Vine was darker than before. It was even more peculiar that a faint seven-colored radiance was seen on every vine. Even though one would only notice upon close examination, its aura was completely different compared to when it first joined by Tang Wulin.

The elemental calamity that was dreaded by countless Divine Craftsmen was genuinely seen as an awesome thing in Tang Wulin’s eyes.

The elemental calamity was not only effective in promoting a metal to divine-rank, but it was also helpful in refining the Thunderclap Nether Vine and Tang Wulin himself.

Upon completion of the Body Sect’s Innate Secret Technique, Tang Wulin thought that was the peak for his physical capabilities, but after crossing the elemental calamity, he found that his body was also constantly undergoing a process just like Heavenly Refinement. This was undoubtedly a new way for him to elevate his physique. Since he had managed to encounter a way with great effort, how could Tang Wulin refrain himself from feeling excited?

Of course, he had to pay a great price for this and proceed with caution to prevent the elemental calamity from triggering the Golden Dragon King’s seal. In fact, following the further elevation of his physical abilities, Tang Wulin could clearly feel that the latter Golden Dragon King’s seals were not showing any sign of loosening. He could actually sense that the next seal would at least not be a major threat to him.

For the next two weeks, he spent most of his time practising Heavenly Refinement at the Blacksmith’s Association. He meditated when the Thunderclap Nether Vine and his body could not withstand the process anymore. He barely left the building.

During that period, he also participated in the latter elimination matches, of course. Perhaps because of his bad luck when he participated in previous competitions, Tang Wulin found that he was quite lucky this time. The most powerful fighter that he had encountered was Ao Wuchang. Even though he had encountered an eight-ringed Soul Douluo after that, he won the match with ease as his opponent was weaker than the Summoning Door. He acquired four victories in four rounds and entered the round-robin tournament.

All sorts of advertisements for the round-robin had already been spread among the public. Numerous groups and even the seeds were predicted.

There were only one hundred people that remained, so the number was rather controllable. The Spirit Pagoda announced that the festival would take three days’ rest so the organizer could make some upgrades to the arena. Three days later, the round-robin tournament officially began.

It seemed as though the round-robin was not as exciting as the elimination because the contestants would not be eliminated after losing. In reality, every match of the round-robin tournament mattered. A person’s accumulated points could possibly fall behind when one failed and it could be difficult to catch up again. Only those from the number one group would become the top ten finalists.

The process of drawing lots for the group became exceedingly important. It was compulsory for the top one hundred contestants to take part in the drawing lots ceremony.

Tang Wulin arrived at Mingdu Coliseum looking a little tired as if he was not fully awake yet. He stood at the back with a sickly appearance.

His gaze swept past the crowd and caught sight of a few familiar silhouettes including Qiangu Zhangting and also Lan Fozi.

Speaking of Lan Fozi, Tang Wulin had only paid attention to her matches after they parted the other day. The woman had actually continued participating in the competition all this while. She did not approach Tang Wulin and acted as if they were not acquainted.

However, she left behind a very profound impression in Tang Wulin’s mind. Whose fault was it that Tang Wulin helped her to expel the poison...?

She had reached the final one hundred places as well. Could it be that she was really going to fight to become one of the top ten finalists?

Perhaps, Lan Fozi sensed Tang Wulin’s gaze, so she turned her head around despite standing in front. Their eyes met one another. Lan Fozi’s expression suddenly turned fierce and malevolent as she shot him a ferocious glare before turning around once again.

Tang Wulin could not help feeling a little helpless. However, her threatening gaze did not seem to do anything to him!

After the makeover, the entire Mingdu Coliseum was different. There was only one competition stage in the entire arena. The ten competition stages from earlier were all square in shape but this competition stage was rounded. It was three hundred meters in diameter so its size was many times larger than the previous stages.

On the other end of the main platform in the coliseum, a gigantic screen over fifty meters tall had been erected.

The day’s drawing lot ceremony was carried out in a grand manner, but it was not open to the public. As a result, not a single spectator was seen on the audience platform, but the program was streamed to audiences across the entire continent via television.

In order to ensure fairness, two officers from the War God Hall were invited to supervise the drawing lot ceremony by the Spirit Pagoda. Every contestant was given a brand-new number that was taken prior to entering the arena.

On the other hand, a drawing lot machine had already been placed below the gigantic screen. Officers from the War God Hall were performing a series of examinations on the machine.

A large glass dome covered the top of the machine, and one hundred small balls had been placed on the inside. Each small ball was printed with the corresponding number of a contestant.