272: C272 Swordsman

C272 Swordsman

The body of the saber was generally quite smooth and slightly flawed, but it did not delay the usage of the saber.

Wang Yi nodded in satisfaction. With the tools he had now, it was already difficult for him to do so.

"Give me the oil." Wang Yi pointed to a pot of oil on the ground. It was brought over by Zhang Fei at Repair Plant. He originally wanted to use it to deal with some of the cars in the group, but he didn't expect to use it here.

"Alright." Zhang Fei immediately opened the oil pot and gave it to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi took it and gently shook it. Then, he slowly poured the pot of oil onto the red-hot blade.

Rumble ~ ~ ~

A cloud of smoke rose, bringing with it a strong stench.

"Cough cough!" "It's too smelly!" The surrounding people immediately pinched their noses and retreated.

Others could retreat, but Wang Yi couldn't.

Wang Yi was surrounded by a black fog, and the sound of coughing could be heard clearly through the fog.

"Bro Yi, are you alright?" Lee Hu stepped forward and fanned himself twice as he shouted to Wang Yi, who was surrounded by a thick fog.

"Cough …" Cough cough … "No problem, don't get too close."

This was the method that the man from his previous life had told Wang Yi. The engine oil contained all kinds of minerals, and during quenching, it could be combined with the weapon to make the weapon more durable, with a gentle effect. It wouldn't be like water quenching.

After a while, the black smoke dissipated.

"Cough ~ Pui!"

Wang Yi spat out a mouthful of black phlegm with a bitter face.

When the machine oil came into contact with high temperature, it would produce poisonous gas. Even with Wang Yi's current physique, he still felt uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the machete was completed, so Wang Yi's pain wasn't in vain.

When the black mist dispersed, only then did the few of them dare to approach. Zhang Fei pointed at the machete that had changed to black in Wang Yi's hand and asked.

"Bro Yi, has this machete been forged?"

"Yes, it's finally completed." Wang Yi squinted his eyes, as if he was holding a knife. He looked like he did in this world, but regardless of the reason, Wang Yi still had to maintain his dignity in front of his subordinates.

He wiped off the excess oil on the blade with a cloth. Traces of black streaks twined around the blade. It was a strange sight to behold.

Wang Yi first used the grinder to grind the blade once, especially the part where he held the handle to grind some of the barbs flat, then he opened the blade.

Because there were no grindstone, Wang Yi could only continue to use the grinder. Although it wasn't as durable as the grindstone, the advantage was that it was fast and didn't waste any time.

Wang Yi looked at the machete that was getting sharper by the second and smiled.

"If I had fought against the Strong Corpse back then and used this machete, I probably wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state."

"Bro Yi, has your knife been sharpened?" Lee Hu stood aside with his machete in hand. He looked eager to give it a try and was even more anxious than Wang Yi.

"Why?" Wang Yi glanced at Lee Hu.

"You want to try it?"

Lee Hu nodded. Wang Yi took an entire morning to build this machete, so Lee Hu obviously wanted to see how sharp it was.

"Alright, don't regret it." Wu steel responded and turned off the polishing mechanism. He held the saber in one hand and raised his chin towards Lee Hu.0

"He's coming!" Lee Hu had long since lost his patience. Seeing that Wang Yi was ready, he immediately let out a strange cry, brandished his machete and rushed forward.

Wang Yi then took a step back, took a horse stance, held the machete tightly and aimed at the opportunity. When Lee Hu was almost 5 meters away from him, Wang Yi's legs suddenly exerted force and jumped into the air, swinging the machete towards Lee Hu's head.

Lee Hu's reaction wasn't slow. He immediately held the machete horizontally above his head in an attempt to block Wang Yi's ferocious strike.

It was not the slightest bit gorgeous nor did it have any moves. It was just a plain and ordinary slash, but it was the most effective.

"Clang!"

The two machetes collided in midair, and then separated. Wang Yi also missed Lee Hu.

"Haha!" "Bro Yi, your machete isn't as sharp as you said." Lee Hu turned around with a smile while holding the machete in his hand. When the two machetes separated, Lee Hu immediately glanced at the machete in his hand. Other than the place where the two machetes met, he didn't see anything wrong with it.

"Oh? Is that so? " Wang Yi slowly turned around, held the machete horizontally in front of his chest and raised his eyebrows at Lee Hu.

"You're watching now."

Without using Wang Yi's words, Lee Hu already felt the abnormality. The smile on his face slowly disappeared as he lowered his head slowly and observed the machete in his hand.

Lee Hu was shocked when he saw a small crack appear on the blade of the saber. It was only half a centimeter, but it was enough for Lee Hu to turn pale with fright.

"Bro Yi, this... Lee Hu carried his machete and walked a few steps towards Wang Yi. Just as he was about to raise his machete to examine it carefully, it suddenly broke with a clang!

"Yi, Bro Yi, your machete is way too powerful!" Lee Hu did not dare to believe it as he stared blankly at the remaining half of the blade in his hand.

"Heh." The machete in his hand had been forged, removing the impurities within it. The hardness of the machete had long since been many times stronger than that of ordinary Spring Steel, and the machete in Lee Hu's hand was only casually made by Zhang Fei of Repair Plant previously. It was only a simple cut and polishing of Spring Steel.

In a battle of strength against brittleness, Wang Yi was much stronger than Lee Hu in terms of physical strength, skill, and the toughness of his weapon. It was normal for such a situation to occur.

"Do you want to have such a blade?" Wang Yi suddenly placed his machete horizontally in front of Lee Hu and said with an extremely alluring voice.

Lee Hu's eyes were immediately attracted by the blade. The broken blade in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He subconsciously swallowed his saliva, as if the person in front of him was not a knife but a peerless beauty.

"Haha!" Brother Hu, if you want to say it, then say it.

Zhang Fei, who was standing at the side, could not help but mock Lee Hu.

Lee Hu's face turned red and he immediately turned around with an indifferent face. However, his eyes still sneaked a peek at the machete in Wang Yi's hand from time to time.

"I can't give you this machete." Wang Yi knew Lee Hu wanted it, but this machete was forged by Wang Yi for the sake of dealing with Mutant Zombie in the future.

"However …" Seeing the disappointment on Lee Hu's face, Wang Yi's tone changed. However, I have already written down the forging method. If you want to chop down a blade, you can create one yourselves. "

"Really? Bro Yi!" Lee Hu immediately became excited when he heard Wang Yi say that he could forge his own machetes.

"Yes." Wang Yi replied and threw the forging method and precautions he had written beforehand to Lee Hu.

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