The legendary warrior

Everyone looked towards Wayne when they heard his voice.
He wore the finery with a good-looking face. Unfortunately, his charisma took a hit because of his three-feet, dwarfish build.
It was obvious that this young man belonged to the Short Human tribe.
More members of the Short Human tribe stood beside him as well.
Behind them followed a large group of people. Judging from their looks, they must be disciples of the Misty South Palace who
had cast weapons with him.
Since the Misty South Palace was the most powerful force in the continent, its disciples needed an enormous amount of
weapons. Hence, it regularly invited casting masters and casting geniuses from the Short Human tribe to craft weapons for them.
Wayne was the best of the best. He hadn't even reached a hundred years old, but he had already become a casting master at
the Demi-sage Level. He was better than most young casting masters in the Short Human tribe.
"Inarguably, Wayne is one of the best and brightest. He will surely become one of the best casting masters in the future," praised
the Fourth Mister as he floated around in the void.
"I agree. I wonder how Ricky will fare against a formidable opponent like him," Neil piped in.
A few moments later, Ricky arrived with Mordechai and the others, which didn't escape the notice of some of the gathered
people.
"Look, Ricky is here!" someone furiously whispered. Hearing that, everyone turned to look at him.
Meanwhile, Ricky's eyes had latched on to Wayne. He had heard about this guy and that he was a talented casting master from
the Short Human tribe, so Ricky was curious and wary at the same time.
'Is he an enemy or a friend?' he idly wondered.
At this moment, Wayne made his way towards Ricky, a wide smile on his face. "Hi, Ricky, I'm Wayne Helian. You don't mind me
being here, right?" he greeted Ricky cheerfully.
"Of course not! If anything, I'm honored that you graced us with your presence here. Perhaps, we'll even get to hear some advice
from you."

"I'm honored, my friend. But don't be so modest. Ha-ha!" answered Wayne with a smile on his lips.
From that simple exchange, Ricky had a good feeling about Wayne. However, he still wasn't sure about what kind of person the
other man was. After all, rumor had it that all talented casting masters from the Short Human tribe had a problem with modesty.
Maybe Wayne had yet to show his true colors.
"Enough of this crap! What are you waiting for, Ricky? Just start already and show us if you are as good in casting as you keep
on proclaiming," a casting disciple impatiently snapped.
"Okay, I'll start. Don't get too excited!" replied Ricky with a mocking smile.
He started casting before the others could say anything more.
Since Ricky was a spiritual emperor, he didn't need a furnace for making weapons because his Chaotic Fire Zone was perfectly
suitable for that.
Ricky entwined his fingers together and swiftly summoned the Chaotic Fire Zone. In an instant, the zone transformed into a
furnace, where he began to refine the casting materials.
"No way! How did he do that? He's just showing off!" The surrounding disciples gaped in shock, gasping in unison when they
saw what Ricky had done.
As far as they knew, only excellent casting masters at the Sage Level had the power to create a furnace with their powers, but to
their surprise, Ricky had done it as easily as breathing.
The Fourth Mister and Neil exchanged helpless glances with each other. They initially thought they were arrogant, but seeing
this, they had to admit that Ricky put on more airs than them.
Meanwhile, the Misty South Palace's saints who had been lurking in the shadows couldn't help gossiping through telepathy.
"Could it be that our First Deputy Chief made a mistake this time?"
"This guy is indeed promising, but his attitude is unbecoming of a Misty South Palace's member. We will look bad because of
him!"
"Calm down, guys.
Let's wait and see how he will do. If he succeeds, then we'll know he isn't just full of hot air."

'This guy sure is cocky!' thought Wayne in silence as he watched the spectacle in front of him.
Only a few Sage Level casting masters from the Short Human tribe could utilize their infernal power to create a furnace. Ricky
was only a Demi-sage Level casting master, but he was trying to cast weapons without a furnace in public.
They were partly right, though. Ricky couldn't use infernal power to form a furnace. Maybe it seemed to them that Ricky used the
infernal power to create a furnace. But the truth was that he only used his Chaotic Fire Zone to do so.
Nobody knew the Chaotic Fire Zone was his biggest Furnace of Heaven and Earth.
Thus, it only took him an hour to complete the melting process.
His melted materials were practically flawless, as his devouring power had also aided the process.
After he had prepared his materials, Ricky began to smite them.
He intended on making Demi-sage Level weapons, so he had to communicate with power of heaven and earth and the Intent
Apperception as he beat his materials. Now that his Intent Apperception had reached sixty percent, he found it easier to smite
and forge.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The whole square seemed spellbound, immersed in the perfect casting realm that Ricky created. Many surrounding warriors
unconsciously entered that casting realm as if called upon by the rhythmic pounding of Ricky's movements.
Nobody was left unmoved by his remarkable display.
Ricky's casting realm seemed mysterious to them, but it enlightened them with its superiority.
The saints secretly watching them were even more astonished compared to anyone else.
"That was awesome! I have met countless Sage Level casting masters, but this casting realm is better than any of theirs!"
"Marvelous work! Is this guy some kind of casting genius?"
"This shouldn't be possible. How can he create such casting realm otherwise?" Countless remarks of disbelief echoed in the
square. Wayne and other casting disciples were simply dumbstruck.

At this point, they no longer thought of Ricky as a mere arrogant young man. Instead, they had nothing but admiration for him
now.
Ricky was still in the process of casting with the aid of the power of ancestral thunder.
It made sense because that buyer had wanted him to cast a blade with the thunder attribute.
Silence reigned in the square as he worked, while all the people seemed entranced by Ricky's performance. Only the rhythmic
pounding he made could be heard.
Six hours later, Ricky finally stopped. His Furnace of Heaven and Earth abruptly spewed out a torrent of fire with lightning
flashing inside, and a saber swathed with lightning shot out from the fire.
All eyes swiveled from Ricky to the saber.
"Here it is, buddy. You just have to sprinkle your blood essence on the saber, and it will be all yours," Ricky told the warrior who
commissioned the weapon, his grin bright and confident.
Hearing this, the other man didn't hesitate. He squeezed a drop of blood essence out from between his eyebrows, which landed
on the saber. He then took the weapon in hand and slashed it, producing a streak of electrifying light.
Crack! Crack! Crack! In the blink of an eye, countless cracks spread everywhere along with the thunderous power, which took a
long time before it faded into nothingness.
"Whoa! This is amazing! I haven't seen a more perfect saber!" the saber's owner remarked happily after seeing his new saber's
power. "This is definitely the best Demi-sage Level weapon I have ever seen."
The surrounding crowd had also been astonished by the display.
All of them were spiritual emperors, so it was a given that they had all seen and used countless weapons at the Demi-sage
Level. However, all those weapons paled in the face of Ricky's creation.
Moreover, they could tell that its thunderous power was even stronger than its owner's.
'He actually made a perfect weapon at the Demi-sage Level!' It was evident that all of them had one thought in their minds. They
had thought him to be nothing but an arrogant fool, but they were proven wrong.
Now, as they looked at Ricky again, they saw an incredibly talented young man.

And finally, they realized he must be a veritable genius, one who was excellent in both martial arts and weapon casting.
Ricky had made them swallow all their previous remarks. He had proven to them that he was nothing less than extraordinary.
The talents and skills he had shown were far from what they had expected.
No one could overshadow him.