Blacksmith: You Are Making Mjolnir For The Forging Exam?

If it was severely deformed, or if it could not be used anymore, the student would only get zero points and be disqualified.

Everyone watched as the short gun was thrown into the large-scale casting instrument, and they began to feel nervous about the result.

After all, this large-scale mold weighed several thousand kilograms, and it could even crush a car. If his equipment was too rigid, it would probably be wasted immediately.

As the casting instrument began to work, the short gun that had been placed on the load-bearing platform immediately changed.

The short gun bent slightly at first, and as the force of the pressing increased, it gradually began to change shape.

The young man who had forged the short gun had an awkward expression. He was so ashamed that he wanted to find a hole to hide in.

After more than ten seconds, the machine finished pressing. At this point, the short gun had already turned into a strange twist. It was completely useless.

"Zero!"

The principal looked a little unhappy, and he was the first to give his score.

The mayor and the indifferent judges immediately gave their answer.

Therefore, the young man who had passed the preliminaries with great difficulty ate his "plane ticket" and was taken out of the auditorium.

At that moment, the students who were waiting for the assessment started whispering among themselves.

The pressing machine could produce a maximum force of 10,000 kilograms. How could ordinary equipment withstand such pressure?

Moreover, many of the remaining 400 students had made light equipment. It was likely that their equipment would not be able to withstand the pressure and cost them their qualification.

The crowd discussed animatedly, and the tense atmosphere in the auditorium immediately grew.

"Next, Group One, Qian Rong!"

The mayor picked up the student list and immediately read out the name of the next participant.

Right then, a slightly short young man walked onto the assessment platform. He held a long sword that was emitting a thick blue light. The sword's blade was smooth, and it reflected the light above his head. It seemed to be made from an expensive material.

"Hello, honorable principal, mayor, and researcher. The sword in my hand is a standard long sword made of rebar. It is very suitable for mid-range combat. On top of that, it's highly flexible. It is suitable for the large-scale forging and promotion of combat troops."

Qian Rong first introduced the weapon in his hand before he walked toward the machine with a confident expression.

The machine's mouth, which crushed the short gun resembled that of a huge beast, waiting to mercilessly destroy everything in its wake.

"Teachers, I'm ready. Let's begin!"

Qian Rong directly threw the long sword into the instrument's mouth as he spoke in a relaxed tone.

The assistant at the side immediately pressed the machine's switch. As the gears turned, the machine began to exert external pressure on the sword.

Through the big screen, everyone discovered that the shining sword did not seem to be affected at all. Even though the pressure on the machine indicator had reached 5,000, it remained undamaged.

Seeing this, many students who were waiting at the side immediately said, "Tsk tsk, as expected of rebar. Its hardness is no laughing matter."

"I just want to say that Qian Rong is really f*cking rich. The body of his sword is made of rebar, which costs at least a million dollars."

"This endurance test alone should be able to stun a lot of people. After all, not everyone's graduation work uses such good materials."

The crowd's discussion immediately dissipated after the machine stopped.

The next second, the conveyor belt transported the longsword out of the mold. It was still shining with a golden light without the slightest damage.

"Ten points!"

The three judges gave him the highest scores respectively. It could be considered a good start for this endurance or durability test.

As the test continued, many students failed the durability test in the first stage. Their meticulously crafted equipment became deformed under the molding machine's pressure.

Some of them even exploded due to the excessive pressure, which caused the energy within their equipment to become unbalanced.

Although the equipment of most students did not turn out completely damaged, their effects were greatly reduced due to the damage caused by the machine. It was impossible for them to pass the next stage.

Wu Mo watched more than ten student assessments and discovered that the passing rate of the first stage was only around 60%. By the time the six categories were completed, there would probably only be a few dozen students left.

Not long after, the mayor read out his name. Wu Mo held onto the Lightning Warhammer and walked to the assessment area without hesitation.

At this moment, the machine at the center was still humming, and the ground around them had already accumulated quite a bit of residue.

The old principal took a look at the students who were there for the assessment. His eyes were lowered, and there was no change in his expression.

Meanwhile, the mayor sat in his seat, and his heart was somewhat anxious.

The judge from the National Artifact Research Department was even more expressionless. He did not even raise his head to look at Wu Mo.

However, Wu Mo did not care. He carried the hammer and quickly walked toward the machine. Then, with a clang, he threw the Lightning Warhammer into the mold.

The moment Wu Mo threw it in, the entire machine shook. It seemed to be under a lot of pressure, and even its shock absorption spring was lowered by a few centimeters.

This change made the students, who were waiting for their turn, curious. The assistant looked at Wu Mo in surprise too.

The net weight of such a casting machine was over a few tons. It could withstand a lot of pressure. Even if a car was thrown in, there would not be such an obvious change.

This was a little confusing.

Nevertheless, the change was not too eye-catching. As the assistant opened the machine, the hydraulic plates on the four sides immediately squeezed the hammer with great force.

However, the three judges were surprised to find that no matter how the machine squeezed, the silver hammer that Wu Mo had forged was still shining. It did not change in the slightest.

"Ten points!"

The three judges instantly gave him a full score. They were also a little curious about Wu Mo's work.

After all, there were all kinds of weapons and equipment throughout the entire assessment, yet Wu Mo had the only hammer-type weapon.

Wu Mo's result of getting full marks surprised the students around him.

Many of them had their own impression of Wu Mo. They thought that he would not even be able to pass the preliminary round. Unexpectedly, not only did he successfully pass the preliminaries, he even received full marks in the first qualifying round!

"Wu Mo has really good luck. That hammer of his is like a lump of iron. He has a huge advantage in this round!"

"Yeah, I didn't expect him to actually get full marks in the first round!"

A few students who knew Wu Mo immediately spoke of him with envy.

When the class monitor, Tang Mu, saw this, he responded disdainfully. "You guys are giving him too much credit. That lump of iron of his can't do anything. It only has the advantage of durability."

"That's right. I'd like to see how he plays with that piece of scrap metal in the next agility test!" A slightly tanned youth standing behind the class monitor immediately echoed his sentiment.

The assessment was still ongoing at this juncture. Wu Mo went to the rest area at the side and waited for the second round to arrive.

At that moment, Jiang Mengyao rushed toward him. She was holding two slightly bent thin swords in her hands.

"What went wrong?"

Wu Mo was surprised when he saw the damaged equipment in Jiang Mengyao's hands.