The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Tony used all his strength and hammered down dozens of times.

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

He lowered his head and took a closer look. The fire that had just been ignited in his heart was more than half extinguished in an instant!

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

Just a simple estimate: if he wanted to hammer this piece of iron into shape, he would have to swing tens of millions of hammers to even have a chance!

"This hardness...it can't be iron!" Tony dropped the hammer and turned to glare 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 open his mouth to retort, but when the words reached his lips, he was swallowed back.

really.

No one ever said from beginning to end that the material on the anvil was iron.

"Then you can 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 that you don't know how to forge metal and you need to melt it first!"

"unnecessary."

The burly man shook his head and said: "It does not need to be melted, and it has no 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, "Then, is it scientific for you to appear here?"

"..."

Tony was speechless.

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

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

"Excuse me."

This sentence aroused Tony's resistance, and he picked up the hammer that fell on the ground again, and then said word by word: "It seems that you don't know enough. I, Tony Stark, can do everything, but I will not give up."

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

Tony turned away from arguing with him because it made no sense.

All he had to do was focus on what was in front of him and hammer the piece of iron into shape, and then he could completely block that guy's mouth!

Dang!

Dang!

Dang!

Sparks fly, gold and iron clash!

The crisp and heavy knocking sound of iron tools is like a passionate symphony, constantly reverberating in this furnace-like world.

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Raise the hammer and smash it down.

Raise the hammer and smash it down.

Raise the hammer and smash it down.

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

At the beginning.

Tony even thinks about which angle to swing the hammer at to save energy and speed up the swing.

But later...

Tony had completely given up thinking, because no matter what method he considered, he could not speed up or shorten the forging progress.

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

Even Tony was doubting that the shield his father made was not as hard as this piece of material, at least it wouldn't have been smashed thousands of times without even a single dent!

There's no way to make a fool of yourself.

There are no shortcuts.

The only way is to persist!

As the burly man said, if you want to hammer this piece of iron into shape, you just need to 'persist'.

Two simple words, but Tony didn't know how difficult it was until he actually put it into practice.

Ten hammers!

One hundred hammers!

A thousand hammers!

Ten thousand hammers!

One hundred thousand hammers!

In the end, he lost count of how many hammers he had swung.

Every time he raised his arm, it affected all the muscles in his body and made him feel like he was being torn apart.

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

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

And the area of ​​that extremely hard iron billet became smaller and smaller under the hammer after hammer.

Hope is just around the corner!

when......

when......

when......

Every once in a while, the sound of hammering would sound, like a turtle speed.

At this moment.

Tony's consciousness was almost completely lost, with only his body's instincts still persisting.

One hammer, another hammer.

That dark piece of iron finally began to change.

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

"Finally...appeared?"

The changes in the iron billet were noticed by the burly man, and his tone contained an uncontrollable excitement: "That's right... That's it, your soul... will be tempered into shape, Tony Stark!”

That piece of pitch black material is not actually metal.

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

Only by forging it into shape can it carry the power of death!

Now...it's almost taking shape!

when!!!

With the final hammer blow, the iron billet completely faded away from its original darkness, bursting out with a dazzling golden light!

The knife... takes shape!

"I...succeeded...?" Tony looked at the knife with dull eyes, as if he couldn't believe that he had actually hammered the piece of iron into shape!

"Congratulations, Tony Stark."

The burly man's eyes flashed with light: "I admit that you conquered me, but before that, I want to ask your heart, what is it that you pursue? Why did you raise this knife, why did you become the god of death? .”

There was silence for a while.

Tony slowly raised his head, with an unprecedented light in his eyes: "To save lives, for defenseless people, for...the people I love."

"Huh... the belief of protection?"

The burly man spread his arms and laughed like thunder: "I have understood your beliefs. From now on, I will spend my whole life to protect your beliefs!"

"Tony Stark!"

"I am here."

"Take hold of my blade and...scream my name!"

Raise your hand and hold the knife.

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

But when Tony reached out and held the knife, a strange feeling came to his heart.

Buzz——

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

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real world.

A strong hurricane suddenly rolled up, blowing away the smoke and dust that filled the surrounding area.

The Green Goblin, who was chasing the fleeing crowd, suddenly stopped laughing because a man in black clothes suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Tony Stark? You're not dead yet?" After the Green Goblin saw the man's appearance, his pupils shrank slightly and said in shock: "This is impossible... I have obviously seen you die!

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"I died...but I came back from hell."

Tony's eyes were as blazing as fire, and spiritual pressure surged out of his body, creating waves of wind and waves out of thin air.

An invisible sense of oppression came towards him, making the Green Goblin unable to help but distance himself 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 in the palm of your hand and analyze the principles of all things!"

"The first solution - Hephaestus!!!"