Douluozhi doesn't want to be an assistant Oscar

Chapter 236 Mithril Plate Armor

It felt that the old man's power had reached the limit set by himself.

Oscar remained calm and slowly increased his strength.

And the balance that had been maintained before gradually began to tilt towards Oscar's side.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, the old man felt a little ashamed and panicked.

In front of his own grandson, if he loses to a young man who is a grandson, wouldn't this old face lose all his dignity?

In order to maintain his dignity in front of his grandson, the old man ignored the rules he had set before.

Immediately he used all his strength.

In an instant, the old man who had fallen into decline stood up again.

Oscar, who was about to win, turned out to be in jeopardy.

Fortunately, Oscar reacted quickly enough, otherwise he would really have been defeated by this old guy.

He glanced at the old man with a half-smile, his eyes evasive, and the young man next to him.

Oscar understood what this old guy was thinking.

After some deliberation, Oscar immediately decided not to hold back.

The huge force was transmitted along Oscar's arm, and Oscar, who was originally in a crisis, quickly became nervous.

In just a few breaths, Oscar's advantage appeared again.

His face was red, his veins were exposed, and his breathing was rapid.

Obviously, the old man had tried his best.

But even so, he still didn't win over this young man.

This made him feel a little more depressed and ashamed deep in his heart.

How could I have the right to laugh at such a young and powerful man?He was ashamed of his arrogance.

While he was ashamed, he was also deeply touched.

Is this the difference between geniuses and ordinary people?Is my whole life's efforts something that others can surpass in just ten years?

For a moment, he was in a daze, and the strength in his hand suddenly became weaker.

Sensing the old man's dejection, Oscar did not choose the attitude of chasing after the poor bandits and won the game in one fell swoop. Instead, he conserved his strength.

The strength gradually weakened, and Oscar's original strength disappeared in an instant. On the contrary, the old man who had been struggling to maintain it just now quickly gained a huge advantage.

......

Seeing the defeated Oscar, Zhuju's eyes flickered for a moment, but he recovered quickly.

He still knows what kind of strength Oscar has.

If you want to lose to this old man, there is undoubtedly only one possibility - let go!

But the young man who originally thought he would be able to escape his father's iron fist today had a different expression.

The smile that was about to bloom suddenly froze after the sudden reversal of the ending.

At this moment, there was only one voice in his mind.

It’s over!You're going to die tonight!

Standing aside bleakly, the young man wailed in his heart.

......

"I won?"

Looking at his arm blankly, the old man murmured softly.

But soon, he woke up.

It’s not that he won, this guy was letting him, giving him face!

After quickly adjusting his mood, the old man patted the somewhat distracted young man next to him.

"Go quickly! Get the customer's gold coin card!"

Hearing the old man's words, the young man nodded numbly.

Seeing the door of the lounge close again, the old man stood up solemnly and saluted Oscar with great respect.

"I am blind and have offended many times. Please atone for my sins!"

"The next month! Liu's blacksmith shop is closed for repairs. I am willing to teach you my blacksmith skills, which will definitely help you pass the test!"

The old man spoke solemnly, and Oscar smiled knowingly. He waved his hand and said with a smile.

"It's just a playful competition. Don't take it too seriously, old man. As long as the master teaches seriously, there is no need to shut down the entire blacksmith shop..."

The old man opened his mouth and wanted to say something more. The young man who left had already come in again.

Reluctantly handing the gold coin card to Oscar, the young man endured his inner anguish and comforted Oscar instead.

However, after just a few words of comfort, the old man interrupted with a dark face.

"You bastard, what did you say?"

"I asked you to give him the gold coin card because if you pass the test, I want to teach you for free!"

"Why are you saying all these comforting words? Starting today, our Liu's Blacksmith Shop will be closed for a month! We will do our best to help our customers pass the exam!"

Hearing the old man's words, the young man was stunned again.

Passed the test?Didn't it pass?Why now...

Looking at the stupid look of the young man, the old man spoke fiercely.

"Why are you standing there? Hurry up!"

The old man's urging made the young man tremble, but thinking that he would not be beaten by his father's iron fist at night made him feel much better.

Putting down the gold soul coin card, the young man walked out of the room happily.

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One morning a month later, the sky was just a twilight.

Gengxin City in ordinary days is still quiet and peaceful at this time.

But today, at this time, the center of Gengxin City was bustling with activity.

In a large square made of dark gray bricks and stones, two hundred simple forging platforms and supporting facilities are placed in regular intervals in uncovered compartments.

Gathered on a flat ground at the front of the competition venue, all the young blacksmiths were gearing up and eagerly awaiting the arrival of the blacksmith competition.

Looking at the old people in the VIP seats in the square, a trace of expectation rose on their faces.

For young blacksmiths with profound family backgrounds, they hope to pass the assessment and receive guidance from the master craftsman Lou Gao.

Those who work hard alone often do not expect to pass the test.

Because they also know that the possibility of passing is not high, they have already prepared to settle for the next best thing and try to gain the favor of the master-level craftsmen in order to obtain their guidance.

In the VIP table, a middle-aged man whispered to a short, fat old man after being reminded by a servant.

"Teacher! It's time!"

"I got it! Silong, go and get the things I want to prepare!" He stopped talking to the old man next to him. The old man paused and replied calmly to the middle-aged man.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man agreed and immediately went to prepare.

He bowed his hands to apologize to the old man he was communicating with. The short and fat old man immediately stood up and walked towards the podium.

Walking up to the podium, the old man glanced at the staff, as if signaling him to do something.

Sure enough, a melodious and rich bell rang, and everyone who was still watching around the square fell silent.

"I don't like to talk nonsense! So I won't say those useless words."

"This blacksmith competition is divided into two rounds: preliminary and semi-finals! As long as he can pass these two rounds, I will accept him as a disciple!"

"Preliminary round! I will give you six hours of preparation time. During this time, you need to make a weapon that is handy to attack. I have prepared the armor for you! As long as you can destroy it, you will pass!"

"As for the content of the semi-finals... Haha, I can't say more here. I will announce it after the preliminary round is over!"

After briefly introducing the content of the test, the old man walked straight off the podium.

As he walked off the podium, the staff of the Blacksmiths Association moved one hundred and eight metal character models to the front of the competition area.

There is a high platform next to the front end, and there is a large hourglass on the high platform, and the end of the hourglass is when the game ends.

Watching the fine sand, which represented time, falling slowly, the blacksmiths did not dare to waste another second. Three steps immediately turned into two steps, and they stepped forward to observe the level of the armor mentioned by the master craftsman Lou Gao. .

But wait for these players to see clearly the character models.After putting on the armor, most people suddenly became less calm.

"Oh my God! Could it be that the armor we need to break this time is mithril plate armor?"

Following one person's first exclamation, the young blacksmiths who came to watch immediately began to boil the pot.

"No...it can't be right? Mithril plate armor...that's an armor that can withstand most attacks from soul masters at the soul sect level!"

"I have just broken through to become a great soul master, and I haven't even obtained the third soul ring yet! How can I make a weapon that can destroy mithril plate armor in six hours?"

"Hmph! I think the president is clearly trying to make things difficult for others! I'm quitting the competition! From now on, labor and management will never come to this competition again!"

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(End of this chapter)