Treasure-hunting: Into the Unknown

"Look, the other warriors are almost done!" Rebecca said worriedly.

"He must have given up. He is no match for those guys after all," Alger said. He didn't think Zachary stood a chance.

"Don't worry. I think he has his own plan," Nelson said calmly.

"Even so, he has to do something!" Queenie said.

"Maybe it's not the right time to make a move," said Nelson thoughtfully.

"Even if he has the Ghostly Fire Furnace, he can't cast the weapon if he does nothing, can he, Dad?" Pollard asked, looking at Zachary in bewilderment.

"Theoretically, yes. But he can skip the process of casting if he uses the Thaumaturgic Refining Skill," Jace responded.

"Do you think he is going to use the Thaumaturgic Refining Skill at the last minute?" Pollard asked.

"I think so. But it'll be too risky. Any carelessness will lead to failure at any time," Jace said seriously.

"It looks like he has put all his eggs in one basket," Pollard said, his eyes gleaming.

Jace nodded. "It all depends on his luck."

There was not much time left. Time seemed to have slowed down for the candidates in the competing arenas. Every time they beat the weapon in their heads, they trembled with fear. They were afraid of accidents.

But Zachary was still standing before the Ghostly Fire Furnace without doing anything.

Four hours had passed.

Some candidates had finished casting the weapons, which were in line with their own levels. Cole, the strongest weapon refiner from the Shura College was the fastest to finish casting among them. The six-star weapon at the King Level he had made was so amazing that it stunned the audience and caused quite an uproar.

Truman, who was in the same group as Zachary, had also completed the casting of a five-star weapon at the King Level. This was enough to make him stand out in his group.

Polly wasn't far behind. She had soon made an eight-star weapon at

able. If there really was such an amazing weapon refiner in the college, he should have been found a long time ago.

The disciple who had cast the six-star weapon at the King Level left the competition arena quietly and waited for the final results.

It was not long before the other members of Zachary's group completed their casting. But their weapons weren't as impressive as Truman's and the unknown disciple's. By now, the results of Zachary's group were pretty clear. Zachary was the only one left.

But everyone felt that Zachary's work wouldn't change the results. Casting a weapon was one thing. It would be a whole another matter if he could shape the ugly model that he had refined.

By now, the results of the other group had already come out. As expected, Cole and Anthony had topped the results and entered the third round of the competition.

Only Zachary hadn't finished his casting yet, and everyone's eyes were focused on him, waiting for him to make a show of himself.

Zachary was still beating the model, but it didn't take any shape. Everyone seemed to lose their patience a few minutes later and began to boo and hiss at him.

Zachary pounded heavily at the model with his hammer again, and the model broke into pieces of various sizes.