PDLP Chapter 287
Chapter 287
What kind of craftsmanship is it to cast such a weapon?
If this knife were placed in ancient times, it would definitely rank among the top ten famous knives.
But soon someone raised doubts.
"You make the knife so beautiful, don't embroider the pillow with a bag of grass, it's ridiculous if it looks good but doesn't work!"
"Yeah, it would be ridiculous if the knife broke when chopping things later!"
……
He Yuzhu can also understand the psychological state of these people, after all, he has also had such a time.
When encountering something beyond one's cognition, one desperately suppresses and belittles it, in order to gain a sense of superiority in one's heart.
He Yuzhu understands this feeling very well, after all, he was also an unknown little person back then.
I just want to see the building collapse, I just want to see a joke.
"Master, are you confident?" Ma Hua ran to He Yuzhu and immediately asked He Yuzhu a question that he didn't know how to answer.
Originally, He Yuzhu was quite confident, but after thinking about it carefully, the masters present were all top forging workers.
There is also such an existence as Zeng Changsheng.
Everyone is almost perfect for heat treatment.
Therefore, everyone's knife level should be maintained at a similar level.
The key to distinguish between good and bad is to see who makes fewer mistakes.
And to see who is more perfect.
All operations of He Yuzhu are carried out according to the prompts of the system, so he thinks that he is the closest to perfection.
But the existence of Zeng Changsheng made his heart beat again.
For a craftsman of this level, I am afraid that every step is perfect, right?
Looking at the bone-chopping knife in Zeng Changsheng's hand with a cold light, He Yuzhu looked at his weapon again.
"Five-five, I don't know who will win!" He Yuzhu said softly.
As soon as this remark came out, Ma Hua immediately laughed.
"That's great, it seems that Master's chances of winning are quite high!"
Well, this kid probably never thought that He Yuzhu would win at all.
"Everyone has already taken their seats. Next, please bring the weapons you have forged to this stage. Each of you has a seat with your nameplate on it."
Following Director Yang's instructions, He Yuzhu looked over and suddenly felt bad.
There was nothing else on the tables, only boxes of twelve-centimeter steel nails.
The diameter of this kind of steel nails is generally five millimeters. It is estimated that the test item is to see who cuts more steel nails.
But what Zeng Changsheng made was a bone-chopping knife, while what He Yuzhu made was a machete.
The things to be cut by these two things are obviously different.
Before the test started, the word "unfair" was already hidden in the dark.
It seems that if there is no oppressive victory for a while, it will be difficult for He Yuzhu to win the championship in this game.
As everyone came to the stage, Director Yang began to explain the rules of the competition.
"The rules of the game are very simple, that is, whoever can cut off more steel nails will win the game."
"Of course, during your test, there will be a referee for each table to make a judgment. As long as there is a problem with the blade, the counting will be over."
"If you are ready, the game begins now!"
Following Director Yang's voice, the clanging of irons resounded in the workshop.
But this time it's not forging, but to see how strong the knife is.
Soon, several people's knives fell apart.
It's not that their knives are bad.
But their knife hardness is too high.
The higher the hardness of the blade, the more prone to chipping.
After all, no one knows who will be able to cut more steel nails in the end.
Some people's swords are too strong, and some people's swords are too soft.
So soon someone's knife appeared with a curling edge.
In less than 5 minutes, there were still five people left on the stage.
"You are broken, you are eliminated!"
The referee's voice sounded, and someone's knife fell apart.
Now there are four people left on stage.
They are He Yuzhu, Zeng Changsheng, Wu Kaiyan from the North Refinery, and Ji Jianjun from the Third East Refinery.
He Yuzhu was young and powerful, and the knife almost left an afterimage in the air.
Zeng Changsheng, on the other hand, was getting old and weak, and had to wipe the sweat off his forehead every time he cut a knife.
After all, he was getting old, and he had spent a lot of energy forging the knife just now, and now he was weak in swinging the knife.
Both Ji Jianjun and Wu Kaiyan chose a unified tactic, that is, slow, the slower the better.
As long as they were slow enough, they might be able to wait until He Yuzhu and Zeng Changsheng collapsed.
"What is He Yuzhu doing?" A sudden exclamation caught everyone's attention.
Everyone first glanced at the person who exclaimed, and then at He Yuzhu.
He Yuzhu grabbed half a box of steel nails, pressed them firmly on the chopping board, then raised the long knife, and with a bang, all the steel nails were cut in half with the flames splashing.
"One knife and one knife?"
"This motherfucker is a knife?"
……
Everyone was dumbfounded, and He Yuzhu performed another big one for them.
Zeng Changsheng was also dumbfounded, and even put down the bone-chopping knife in his hand.
The outcome is clear.
No matter how long other people can hold on, He Yuzhu's knife has cut off all their thoughts.
He Yuzhu glanced around, seeing that they were still unwilling to give up, so he grabbed another box with his backhand, and placed the box horizontally on the chopping board.
When the knife fell, a white line even appeared in the air, as if the space had been cut apart.
The box on the table was split into two by He Yuzhu's knife.
"Hey, what kind of knife is this?"
"I've never seen such a fast knife in my life."
"If you give me this knife, I can occupy a country."
"Even if ordinary people get this knife, they can be named the sword god, right?"
……
After Shuai put away his knife, He Yuzhu looked at Zeng Changsheng.
"Old man, when you are old and have retired, you should take good care of yourself at home. There is no need to come out and compare yourself with young people, don't you think?"
Zeng Changsheng's face turned livid.
It was obvious that he refused to accept He Yuzhu.
"Boy, don't think that you can win me by making some weird things!"
Gritting his teeth, Zeng Changsheng grabbed a handful of steel nails and hacked down like He Yuzhu.
However, his strength was not at the same level as He Yuzhu's, and his own hands were numb from the blow.
Zeng Changsheng panted heavily, still feeling unwilling, and used the knife like a hammer.
The steel nails were not cut off much, but the table was smashed by him.
This old man is also stubborn, he has come to this point, and he insists on fighting to the death.
Zeng Changsheng refused to accept that the table was broken, he grabbed the steel nails of the next player and started chopping.
Fortunately, it was Director Yang who called out the end of the game in time.
At the end of the game, someone walked towards He Yuzhu.