Thunder Hammer Technique, grand opening and closing, as powerful as a vajra, fiercely intense. Under Lin Zida's eyebrows, the soul of refined iron floated like vast stars—this was what Buckwheat resembled, yet it wasn't Buckwheat. For Lin Zida, there were no secrets in language.
Lin Zida's knocking sounded like a dancer in motion, crisp and delightful movements like flowing clouds and water, flaunting arrogance. Lin Zida's hammer was like a Soul Refining Map, removing Buckwheat, cleansing marrow and bones, tempering thousands of times, forging steel a hundred times over, perfecting refined iron during the busy farming season, rebirth bathing in fierce flames, bursting forth with the brilliance of life, a drop of mother iron falling like raindrops, the size of a mung bean.
