I was still lost in thought, but it seemed like this was normal for Old Jeff. It was abnormal for someone as stingy and greedy as him to do something like this.Yet Old Jeff ignored my question. Again and again, he ruined each of his masterpieces after finishing crafting them.While feeling bad for the pieces, I truly could not help but wonder about the meaning behind his actions. Old Jeff did not seem to mind what he was doing to his own work, but he would not tell me the reason. He just told me to focus on the work he hired me to do and not to worry about it.At the same time, Old Jeff asked me to watch his techniques carefully so that I could emulate him. However, I was more intrigued by how naturally his hands moved, as if it required no thought."That's because the shape and intent of each piece is already in here," Old Jeff declared as he tapped on his head as well as his chest. I did not understand it completely, but I thought I had an inkling of it when I

“Ding!”It sounded as if Alphonse’s hammer had slammed into a solid block of metal, but it did not hurt me in the slightest. The way I had taken the attack with such ease drew a series of cheers from the audience.I smirked as I grabbed the hammer on my shoulder and enveloped it with my mana, allowing me to easily snatch it from his hands. Then, I turned it around and swung the hammer at his shoulder.He hurriedly raised his hammer to block the blow, but I reeled in my swing. When both hammers collided, I pushed hard, pressing him down to his knees and immobilizing him.“So, you wanna keep going?” I taunted.Alphonse was not too happy about being in this situation but he held his tongue, which only served to boost my ego even more. Alphonse’s back was starting to give way, and there were large beads of sweat forming on his face. He knew that there was little hope of him winning now, and he was losing to me in strength, whi

Even though Fire Circle was a novice spell, it was still able to stall my attack a little so that my punch did not connect as heavily. For Miles to be able to enter the finals meant he really did have some skill. Even in such a situation, he was able to defend himself.Just as my fist was about to hit him, he raised both arms and blocked his chest with his wand.When my fist made contact with the wand, it curved from the impact but quickly returned to its original shape. It was surprising to me that such a small stick could be so sturdy.Even so, its wielder was nothing more than a mage. There was no way he could withstand a blow from a fighter.“Boom!”After the hit, Miles was thrown back by the immense impact and slid for a long time before barely stopping near the edge of the arena. He was close to simply losing by default because, in the rules, being knocked out of bounds was also considered an elimination.I thought of taking this oppor