Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

'I plan to take that time to recuperate. If they didn't agree on me doing this, then I have no choice but to win one and lose the other.'

'That's… unfair,' Gege was frustrated.

'I know, but I'm not the one to say the final word here,' Arthur shrugged before he finally opened his eyes, 'Give your energy in pulses, make sure it won't deplete until I finish forging, alright?'

'Don't worry.'

Arthur then put both hands over the cauldron and started injecting his energy at once. He didn't aim to tolerate energy first, as this time he wasn't aiming towards increasing the level of the liquid.

The liquid was already extremely high in grade. He only needed to condense it as much as he could.

The first few minutes nothing happened on the surface despite his face twitched and his skin was covered with layers of heavy sweat.

Then…

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

The cauldron started to rumble and explode faintly from within before its surface started to shake off like it was made of water not sturdy ore. "C'mon, endure!" he gritted his teeth as he shouted with his loudest voice as he tried to keep his energy at its highest threshold all the time.

But it seemed his shout was misinterpreted by others.

"Don't worry kid, this cauldron is my making and it would endure much more force than that!"

Suddenly this majestic voice came all of sudden from the direction of the silver cauldron tower. Arthur simply wasn't in the mood to check over there now, but he nodded trying to respond to this unneeded answer.

He wasn't doubting the cauldron, he was trying to instigate his own power.

'Ding! Your spiritual energy is getting thinner.'

'The dragonair's energy is getting shorter.'

'My energy is barely enough for forging.'

The three voices suddenly came in succession making him open his eyes before cutting his hand again and then he muttered: 'Guide my hand."

The next moment the system made his hand move to write the old golden dragonair's tongue words over the cauldron. Arthur didn't take more than one minute to cover a large square of the cauldron by his blood before he kicked himself away and landed hardly safe over the ground.

And the next instant he waved his hand to take out his forging materials.

"Watch and learn you morons," he glared at the opponent's lycans before laughing out loud.

They all expected him to lit up the ores below the oven, take the forging materials and start forging, but he didn't.

The first thing he did was to continue to write over the over and anvil and the rest of his tool with his blood using the old gold dragonair's tongue.

"Now!" Arthur finally stopped and then he clasped both palms against each other hard while muttering, "Come for me, come and obey my command."

The next instant something strange happened. Everyone thought that he was calling over the cauldron, or the mix inside it.

But the ones that responded to his calling weren't any of the two, but the endless corpses scattered all around the arena.

They all moved in unison, headed towards him in large numbers. "Let the sky by my hammer," he raised one hand high in the sky while holding his hammer. He channeled his spiritual energy, or what was left in it, to make his words echo in the sky.

"Let the ground be my anvil," he then pointed his other hand towards the ground where both hands formed a straight line before closing his eyes and muttering: "Heaven and earth forging technique sacred move five… let the world be my hammer and anvil, let my body be the power to control all."

The next moment the entire world changed as black clouds were instantly gathered up above and the ground of the arena started to shake. An immense pressure suddenly erupted all of sudden where it kept all the flying bodies in their places.

"Come!"

The next instant Arthur shouted while he raised the lower hand up and lowered the hammed down to fall upon his hand. He didn't feel any pain, and his hand didn't receive any damage.

But the one which was really affected was the entire world inside the arena. A very majestic hammer sound erupted while the bodies of all monsters crushed the next instant.

They all turned into shreds, but the next instant the world was filled with droplets from the cauldron mix. The drops got mixed with the remains of the monsters and started to coalse together.

'Hurry, you need to form something to contain them,' the golden dragon shouted.

'Don't worry, I just have the perfect thing for them' Arthur then kept moving both hands up and down before landing towards the oven. 'Take out the ores and start the fire,' he simply said while he spread out the mold on the ground.

It was the mold of the arrow heads he usually used to form his arrows.

'Are you going to… you must be out of your mind!' the golden dragon couldn't help but scream in shock.

'Didn't you say they will form mighty explosive projectiles? The most useful projectile I have is the arrows. Why are you so shocked about this?' Arthur kept moving both hands up and down while everything around him was getting smashed and reformed at a fast pace.

'This… it's best to be used in defending the main fort or trying to claim your enemy's!'

'For me I can use the arrows to make that happen, right?' Arthur didn't see any point in making a new thing only for that.

'Sigh, you are thick headed like any dragon.'

'Hahaha, sure old man, I'm actually one.'

'tsk.'

Arthur then stopped over the oven where materials were thrown in batches using his legs. He didn't ever miss, and this was all due to his system's help.

The next thing he did was to move part of the liquid from the cauldron and mix them with the melting ores inside the oven.

'How many times should I keep hitting them?' he asked after half an hour and the golden dragon answered:

'Until you hit them and they never smash again.'

Arthur watched all around while the monster-liquid mix was getting denser and fewer with each hit. 'They are shrinking,' he muttered.

'They are getting purified and condensed,' the golden dragon said, 'don't expect this to contain much impurities.'

'Sigh,' Arthur shook his head, 'I just hope my energies will be enough until the end.'

'It will be,' Gege was the one to reassure him, 'I won't let my power be depleted before finishing this and see what it's all about.'

'Ding! I'm also curious about the end result.'

'Me too,' Arthur muttered.

'I assure you all will be amazed by the end result,' and the golden dragon just laughed as he was much more excited than three of them.

Arthur then kept using the heaven and earth to purify the particles in the air. With time the sizes of these particles started to grow smaller and then they coalesced together to grow again in size and be fewer in number.

And then he used what was left in his attention to make the melted ore fall into the mold and waited for it to be cooled down.