Chapter 8：Forge a hammer！

With a decisive "Crack!" The pickaxe hit the ice with a resounding impact. This ice was old. It had been there for who knows how many years. The ice was so stiff that it hurt Zhang Fan's hands!

Zhang Fan immediately saw that this approach was clearly not feasible. He looked at the ice, then at his hands and the pickaxe. Then Zhang Fan had a bold idea.

In fact, it was extra knowledge in Zhang Fan's mind!

Of course, although that knowledge or information seemed a little bit fantastical, Zhang Fan was certain that it was real!

It is real and it can be used.

Therefore, at this time, Zhang Fan got straight to work and flipped through the package that had been thrown aside. It was the uncle's luggage!

It is now Zhang Fan's property, without a doubt. Zhang Fan and the uncle are now one and the same person.

What's the difference?

Zhang Fan searched and found a sharp knife, just as he remembered. Then, there was a hammer!

The uncle's preparations were complete.

Zhang Fan was looking for a chisel, but the knife would have to do. Zhang Fan put the pickaxe in front of him, with the knife hanging down, and the tip of the knife was against the pickaxe. It looked a bit uncomfortable, but Zhang Fan was certain he could do it. Yes, I have inexplicable confidence. Zhang Fan was certain he could do it, but in fact...

"Bang!" Zhang Fan started to chisel. The hammer hit it, and the knife moved for a while, leaving a clear mark on the pickaxe.

Zhang Fan was now more confident than ever! He was very skilled and had a handy feeling. After this, he became more and more certain!

He didn't just have confidence; he did it.

Zhang Fan makes it look easy. It's as if he's done these movements countless times and has already mastered them.

Zhang Fan doesn't know how he did it, but he knows he can do it, and that's all that matters.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!" Zhang Fan got straight to work. His technique was masterful, and the force he used was perfect. In his hand, the knife, which was not very suitable for the purpose, moved with remarkable skill, leaving intricate patterns and traces on the iron pick that resembled words!

I can assure you that the finished effect is just like that produced by a machine tool!

It is extremely precise, and there are absolutely no burrs or anything like that. This is the best processing technology on the market, and it is 100% handmade!

Furthermore, Zhang Fan became increasingly proficient with each passing moment, reaching an exceptional level of expertise. He was completely at one with the processing in front of him. The tool in his hand was no longer a tool. It was an extension of Zhang Fan's body. Meanwhile, the pickaxe itself began to change subtly as Zhang Fan continued to process. A mysterious force was introduced into the void, as if by an unseen hand! The patterns and traces that Zhang Fan was processing began to emit a faint light, covering the entire pickaxe in an instant! I don't know how long it took, but one thing is clear: Zhang Fan didn't care about the process at all. At the moment of the last completion, Zhang Fan suddenly had an enlightenment in his heart. In an instant, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The surrounding space, however, produced a clear vibration, a magnificent and mysterious one, and a sacred and lofty feeling! It came from all directions, as if the whole world was chanting.

Zhang Fan fell into a wonderful ethereal state. When he came back to his senses, he was met with the stark reality that it was all over. However, when he looked at the pickaxe in his hand, he was astonished to see that it had changed its appearance!

That's right!

The shape has changed. The pickaxe is now a hammer, plain and simple. It's bigger than a pickaxe, but it's incredibly light. Zhang Fan can't feel the weight in his hand, but he knows it's got immense power!

Swinging the hammer in his hand is enough to break the world in front of him!

It's probably an illusion. Furthermore, Zhang Fan has absolutely no intention of breaking the world. He's going to break the ice in front of him.

The next moment, as Zhang Fan had expected, a faint light suddenly bloomed on the iron hammer. The red light, like a flame, radiated outward through the iron hammer, and then quickly extended to Zhang Fan's palm, and then to Zhang Fan's whole body. In other words, even with this supernatural effect, Zhang Fan remained completely unmoved. He was calm and in control, as if he knew this was a normal situation.

Zhang Fan then proceeded to smash it with a hammer.

One end of the hammer was square, and the other end was a triangular cone. Both sides were the same size, about the size of an adult's fist. It was covered with various mysterious patterns and words, which Zhang Fan had carved before. As for the faint red light blooming at this time, Zhang Fan moved with purpose, the cone-shaped side of the hammer smashing on the ice layer with decisive force.

The hammer touched the ice layer instantly. It was just a moment, and it felt like a hot knife entering butter. The previous one was the iron pick hitting it, and his numb hands were simply an illusion. The ice layer in front of him had become as soft as clear water, allowing him to completely shatter it with the hammer.

"Bang!" With a single sound, neat holes appeared, each one a metre in radius.

Meanwhile, Zhang Fan's palm remained untouched.

It was simple. It felt like it was swinging in the air, hitting nothing at all.

But there's no way that's right.

It gurgled in his stomach and he suddenly felt hungry. Zhang Fan touched his stomach and then another hammer.

I'm even hungrier.