Tony riveted all his strength and smashed it down with dozens of hammers in a row.

The huge reaction force was transmitted along the hammer, causing his jaw to crack and his entire arm to be sore and sore.

He lowered his head and took a closer look, the flame that had just ignited in his heart was instantly extinguished by more than half!

The iron billet on the anvil has not shrunk at all, but the surface is still flat.

Just a simple estimate, if he wants to hammer this iron billet into shape, at least tens of millions of hammers are needed to make it possible!

"This hardness...it can't be iron!" Tony threw down the hammer, turned his head and glared at the burly man.

The burly man sat on the ground and said with a half-smile: "When did I say that that thing is 'iron'?"

"you!"

Tony was about to refute, but the words came to his mouth, but he was swallowed back.

really.

No one ever said that the material on the anvil was iron.

"That can always tell me what this thing is and what its melting point is, right?" Tony glared at the burly man and said, "Don't tell me, you don't know how to forge metal, you need to melt it first!"

"unnecessary."

The burly man shook his head and said, "It doesn't need to be melted, let alone a melting point. The method of forging it is very simple, just keep swinging the hammer."

Tony gritted his teeth with hatred: "...this is not scientific!"

The burly man smiled and asked back: "Then may I ask you to appear here, is it in line with science?"

"..."

Tony was speechless.

"If you want to give up, you can always give up."

The burly man grinned, as if to persuade Tony to give up.

"Excuse me."

This sentence instead aroused Tony's resistance, picked up the hammer that fell on the ground again, and said word by word: "It seems that I don't understand enough, I, Tony Stark, can do everything, just won't give up. !"

The burly man sneered and said, "The premise of this sentence is... you can persevere.

"

Tony turned away from arguing with him because it didn't make any sense.

He only needs to focus on the front, beat this iron billet into shape, and he can completely block that guy's mouth!

when!

when!

when!

Sparks splash, gold and iron clash!

The crisp and heavy iron percussion sound is like a passionate symphony, constantly echoing in this furnace-like world.

...

...

...

Raise the hammer, drop it.

Raise the hammer, drop it.

Raise the hammer, drop it.

Tony didn't know how many times he repeated this meaningless action, hitting the hard iron billet in front of him again and again like a mechanical hammer.

At first.

Tony still thinks about which angle to swing the hammer, which can save energy and speed up.

But later...

Tony had completely given up thinking, because no matter what method he considered, there was no way to speed up or shorten the progress of the forging.

The hardness of this unknown material has completely exceeded his knowledge of materials science.

Even Tony suspects that the shield made by his father is not as hard as this material, at least it won't be smashed thousands of times, not even a single dent!

Can't be tricked.

There are no shortcuts.

The only way is to persevere!

As the burly man said, if you want to hammer this iron billet into shape, you need just 'persistence'.

Just two simple words, and Tony didn't know how difficult it was until it was implemented.

Ten hammers!

One hundred hammers!

A thousand hammers!

Ten thousand hammers!

One hundred thousand hammers!

In the end, he couldn't count how many hammers he had swung.

Every time he lifts his arm, he tugs at the muscles of his entire body, making him feel like he's being torn apart.

The tiger's mouth in the right hand holding the hammer has long been cracked.

The spilled blood mixed with the splashing sparks, dripped on the dark iron billet, and was melted into it by the heavy blow.

And the unusually hard iron billet, under the hammer after hammer, the area became smaller and smaller.

Hope is near!

when......

when......

when......

Every once in a while, the sound of hammering will sound like a turtle's speed.

At this moment.

Tony's consciousness is almost completely lost, and only the instinct of the body is still holding on.

One hammer, another hammer.

The dark iron billet finally began to change.

The original ugly shape of the iron billet was gradually transformed into a long knife.

"Finally...appeared?"

The change in the iron billet was captured by the burly and strong man, and there was an uncontrollable excitement in his tone: "That's right...that's it, temper your soul...to shape it, Tony Stark!"

That pitch-black material was actually not metal.

It is the embodiment of Tony Stark's soul, and it is also the original appearance of Zanpakutō!

Only when it is forged into shape can it carry the power of the god of death!

Now...it's about to take shape!

when! ! !

With the fall of the last hammer, the iron billet completely faded away from the original darkness, bursting out with a dazzling golden light!

Knives... take shape!

"I...success...?" Tony stared blankly at the knife, as if he couldn't believe himself, that he actually hammered the piece of iron into shape!

"Congratulations, Tony Stark."

The burly man's eyes glittered: "I admit that you have conquered me, but before that, I want to ask your heart, what are you after? Why did you raise this knife, why did you become a god of death? ."

Silence for a long time.

Tony raised his head slowly, with a light in his eyes that he had never seen before: "To save lives, for the defenseless, for... the ones I love."

"Hmph... a belief in guardianship?"

The burly man spread his arms and laughed like thunder: "I have understood your beliefs, and from now on I will spend my life guarding your beliefs!"

"Tony Stark!"

"I am here."

"Grab my blade and...call my name!"

Raise your hand, hold the knife.

It was just a simple action, but it took Tony a few minutes.

But when Tony reached for the knife, a strange feeling came to him.

hum-

The terrifying spiritual pressure completely swept through the space, setting off a huge storm visible to the naked eye!

...

...

...

real world.

A strong hurricane suddenly rolled up, blowing the smoke and dust that permeated all around.

The green goblin who was chasing and killing the fleeing crowd stopped laughing abruptly, because in front of him, a man in a black long coat suddenly appeared.

"Tony Stark? You're not dead yet?" After seeing the man's appearance, the green goblin shrank slightly, and said in awe: "This is impossible... I have already seen you dead! "

"I'm dead...but I'm back from hell."

Tony's eyes were blazing like fire, and the spiritual pressure spewed out of his body, rolling up gusts of wind and waves out of thin air.

An invisible sense of oppression was approaching, making the Green Goblin unable to help but pull away from him.

"It's over, Green Goblin."

Tony slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist and inserted it into the ground.

"Put the world into the palm of your hand, and analyze the truth of all things!"

"Beginning solution - Hephaestus!!!"