Ray placed the metal onto the forging table and began the calcination process, the first step in forging.
Heavy silver wasn't the most eye-catching choice. In competitions, higher-grade metals meant higher potential scores, but also higher risk. Choosing a stable mid-grade metal was a conservative move, so no one paid them any attention.
Rachel mirrored Ray's actions. As the metal heated, she leaned closer and whispered, "What exactly is your plan?"
His reply was barely audible. "Senior disciple sister, when we start, follow my rhythm. Forge together with me. Heavy silver is the most stable mid-grade metal. As long as you keep pace with my hammer, you won't fail."
Rachel frowned. Follow… his rhythm?
Before she could ask more, the official's voice rang out.
"The second round of the Skysea Alliance Tournament's blacksmithing competition is about to begin. Only thirty percent of participants remain. Treasure this opportunity and show us your full ability."
