SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368: You have won and we have lost

Soon, the master smith’s blade gleamed, edges already honed sharp, the shape flawless and domineering, a weapon worthy of awe. Apprentices leaned forward, nodding, whispering praise under their breath.

"A masterpiece, as always," one said. "The dropout doesn’t stand a chance," muttered another.

But then Leonel struck again. The rough blade began to shimmer with a faint inner glow, as if responding to the will of its creator. Apprentices who had mocked him now leaned in, eyes wide.

"Impossible," one whispered.

"There is no way he is going to complete this forging. He is definitely going to screw up."

"I think the metal is going to crack any second now."

The master smith became even more restless. He had already sent this fucking garbage to where he belonged a long time ago, and yet here he was standing in front of him and once again thriving. He shook with anger when his gaze darted to Damon. It was all because of him!

The final blows rang out almost in unison, one sharp and brutal, the other steady and resonant. The master smith lifted his weapon first, a flawless longsword gleaming with cold perfection. Its edge shone like silver lightning, its weight balanced, every line crisp.

The crowd gasped in reverence, for it was everything they had come to expect from the man they had feared and idolized for years.

"That sword is definitely rare grade. Maybe even epic grade! Wow!" one apprentice exclaimed, eyes gleaming with admiration.

"He forged it like it was nothing... so fast, so perfect," another whispered, almost worshipful.

"No one can match him. This was over the moment it started," a third muttered with a smug grin, already sneering back at Leonel.

A nervous laugh rippled through the group of apprentices who had dragged Leonel in. "What did you expect? That a dropout could stand against the master? This is reality."

Completely oblivious to the jeering crowd, Leonel staggered back, chest heaving, his hammer slipping from his sweat-slick hands. The weapon on his anvil was rough, unfinished by traditional standards, its grip unpolished, its edge uneven.

Yet the steel shimmered faintly, veins of light coursing through it as though the blade itself were breathing mana. The weapons were technically not yet complete. Runes needed to be etched on them, but any trained eye could instantly tell which weapon could take the runes better.

The two weapons were only made with the most common raw materials. In fact, etching any rune on it would prove to be difficult, and yet Leonel had managed to reach such a level with just these simple materials.

"That glow means nothing. Runes won’t take on garbage ore. It’s impossible."

"Don’t be ridiculous," another one snapped, though his gaze kept darting back to the glow. "Even if it accepts runes, it’ll break in a real fight. The master’s sword is flawless. That scrap will never compare."

A girl near the front bit her lip, leaning forward. "But look at the grain of the blade. It’s not rejecting the mana. It’s drinking it in. If runes can actually take..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought, but her eyes were wide with wonder.

"That’s just chance," someone else scoffed. "Beginner’s luck. One lucky strike and the whole hall thinks he’s some kind of genius? That thing is about to break any second now."

Seeing that the crowd was on his side, the master smith decided to end this right here and now before things could escalate further. Every time he glanced at that half-baked piece of crap, his anger only rose. He needed to end this right here and now.

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