As it turns out, the leader's apprentice did not disappoint me.

His tall stature seemed to make him a natural blacksmith, and coupled with his deep concern for the tribe, he was a fearless blacksmith.

One time, I don't know if he got too engrossed in forging or what. The forging was started in the evening, when the chief had just learned how to forge high-quality steel.

He was thinking of forging himself a peerless weapon. Perhaps because he was used to using tools like stone axes, even my machete felt light and weightless in his hands.

So the chief melted all fifteen catties of raw iron into a mold to form a rectangular lump of iron suitable for forging.

This piece of iron is probably the heaviest weapon in the tribe. Refined steel requires repeated folding and forging, and the greater the quantity used, the more times it needs to be folded.

The more you forge this steel, the more difficult it becomes; even after several full-force hammer blows, it may not deform much.

In order to forge this weapon that was uniquely his own, the leader actually forgot about the time and forged it in the furnace all night long.

That wasn't the end of it; the leader had become completely obsessed with it.

He didn't seem to take a break during the day either. Aside from grabbing a quick meal, he continued to work tirelessly on that lump of iron.

Finally, by the evening of the second day, with an almost obsessive will, he had forged the shape of a broad axe. Then he honed the blade, followed by a series of quenching processes.

After doing all this, the leader's eyes, which had been without rest for two days and one night, were no longer just those of a national treasure.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his deep eye bags made him look like a strong man whose life force had been drained by a female ghost.

However, the leader still couldn't bear to rest, and no amount of persuasion could change his mind.

It took almost half the night for the chief to finally sharpen the axe's blade. He then inserted a pre-prepared sandalwood handle into the axe's slot.

Then, a prepared tenon was driven into the slot, and this sturdy artifact was finally completed.

The moment it was completed, the chieftain looked at the gleaming giant axe and felt its weight in his hands. He was as happy as a child who had received a beloved toy.

It was almost dawn, and since it was already daylight, the leader, filled with excitement, decided to find a tree to test his divine weapon.

Finally, the leader found a tree as thick as a thigh, and the heavy axe caused great damage; it only took two blows.

To be more specific, it took one and a half axe strokes, because the tree was already mostly cut down with the first stroke, and the second stroke easily cleaved it in two.

The next morning, someone went looking for the leader, but after searching the entire cave, they couldn't find him. This frightened everyone, who thought something had happened.

When several tribesmen finally came out to search, they found their chief snoring under a tree stump not far from the tribe. Beside him was the fallen tree, and in his arms lay a giant axe that gleamed coldly.

Seeing how hard this apprentice was working, I immediately felt a desire to nurture his talent and taught him all the blacksmithing knowledge I knew.

Blacksmithing is hard work, and I was happy to have someone help me. I couldn't be stingy, so a few days later I handed over all the blacksmithing work to the chief.

I haven't been idle these past few days, training for at least five or six hours every day. After more than two months of hard training, my animal skills have finally reached a high level.

Now I can avoid more than 80% of the hairy caterpillars on the trees while fully loaded.

Besides becoming more skilled at climbing trees, I also use the ten fingers of both hands to bend into hooks and hang from tree branches to support my body weight. I practice this for more than two hours at a time.

Long-term practice has made my fingers as tough as iron, and their movements are as powerful and forceful as an eagle's claws.

Having practiced hand-eye coordination before, my speed wasn't too slow at this moment. I found a banana tree about the thickness of a calf to practice on.

He gathered his breath in his chest, and in the blink of an eye, this accumulated power exploded between the five fingers of his right hand!

With a hiss, my five fingers sank directly into the banana tree. Then, I exerted force and grabbed hard, crushing the banana tree trunk.

Then I suddenly pulled backward, and that section of the banana tree trunk was ripped off.

Seeing this made me more excited than if I had won a five million dollar lottery. Every man has a martial arts dream, and I am no exception.

Such unparalleled cultivation would be considered top-tier in our world.

However, just when I thought I was already very awesome, I was unaware that in a corner I had long forgotten, there was a young man and a woman who were equally hardworking, even desperately practicing.

Now, Su Su and Dante have long since moved beyond simply intercepting the potatoes thrown by the six people, because no matter which angle the six people throw from, Su Su and Dante can always catch the flying potatoes accurately.

Of course, there are certain rules for throwing potatoes here. A maximum of three people can throw at a time, since a person only has two hands, and throwing three potatoes simultaneously is the limit of what a human can achieve.

If six people throw potatoes at the same time from different angles, even if your eyes can keep up, there aren't enough hands to catch them. I guess only the eight-armed Nezha could do that.

The long training these days is no joke.

Although the three snakes still occasionally manage to bite the two of them, each time they dodge the attacks of the first two snakes from different angles, when the third snake attacks from every angle, the two of them precisely use the ends of their chopsticks to make intimate contact with the snake's mouth.

Each time the snake attacked, the chopsticks would block it by positioning their ends across the pottery jar. The two would then use the chopsticks to quickly pick out a bean from the jar.

Their method doesn't violate the rules, because using tools to dodge is an effective way to dodge. In actual combat, they might be able to use things like tree branches to block a fatal blow in an emergency.

Su Su and Dante breathed a long sigh of relief as they looked at the empty jars.

"Susu, how many times were you bitten?"

Dante asked simple, everyday questions.

"Two bites, what about you?"

"Why……"

Dante sighed and continued.

"I still can't beat you. I still got bitten three times."

Su Su patted the dust off her hands, looked in one direction, bit her lip slightly, and said to Dante,

"We've done our best. Why don't we go find a master to learn the rest of our beast skills?"

Dante thought about the inhuman torment he had endured these past few days and felt that further improvement was now harder than climbing to heaven, so he agreed with Su Su's statement.