Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Chapter 113: Helian Tie Lan! Intercepting halfway!

Clang! Clang!

Within the underground cave, the relentless sound of pounding iron echoed throughout, chaotic yet rhythmically persistent.

Suddenly.

The hammering ceased, replaced by the muffled cries of alarm emanating from the gathered crowd. Leng Yun frowned deeply, his already grim mood descending further into irritation.

He pushed through the throng of people and found a blacksmith, bare-chested, collapsing to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth. The man’s eyes were wide open, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

Relentless days and nights of toil, combined with consuming the potion meant to stimulate hidden potential.

The blacksmith had finally reached his limit.

Dying suddenly and on the spot!

The surrounding blacksmiths watched this scene unfold, their weary eyes tinged with sorrow. The death of one was a stark reminder that tomorrow, it could just as easily be one of them.

In truth.

This was not the first blacksmith to die suddenly.

Each day, blacksmiths dropped dead as their potential was pushed to the extreme, and each day, new ones were dragged here in their place.

"What are you staring at? Haven’t you seen a dead man before?"

Leng Yun roared.

"Get back to work! If the heavy armor task isn’t completed, none of you will be leaving here alive!!"

His cold eyes swept over them, causing all the blacksmiths to tremble. The Black Sand Gang members quickly sprang into action, roughly herding the gathered workers back to their posts to continue pounding away.

Leng Yun spat fiercely.

Disgust reflected in his gaze.

"Drag the body out and bury it somewhere. Anywhere will do."

He let out a heavy breath, suppressing the frustration brewing in his chest. He was well aware of Han Lu’s death.

"That damn butcher! If I ever encounter you, I’ll make sure you regret it!"

It wasn’t that he harbored any genuine feelings for Han Lu; no, his outrage stemmed from the lost opportunity. Han Lu had been his ticket—so long as Han Lu spoke favorably of him to the Gang Leader, his own position could have risen.

Now, it was all for naught.

Unless he managed to flawlessly complete the task of forging heavy armor, he shouldn’t even dare to dream of advancement. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}

Competition within the Black Sand Gang was equally fierce.

Though Leng Yun was the Wind Hall Master and had reasonable strength, his foundation was too weak.

"Listen up, all of you! If two sets of heavy armor aren’t forged by today, don’t even think about eating!"

Leng Yun couldn’t contain his fury, and his shouting sent a wave of anger flickering across the weary faces of the blacksmiths.

Wanting a horse to run fast without feeding it grass.

The resentment among the blacksmiths continued to build, threatening to erupt at any moment. Were it not for the large number of Black Sand Gang enforcers present, a rebellion might have already taken root.

A whip lashed out irritably, landing on a blacksmith’s back, leaving a bright, bloody mark. Leng Yun sneered coldly before striding away.

In a distant corner.