Perhaps because the most promising young man failed, the other two performed even worse, making things go from bad to worse. In short, after Warren Clark watched once, he refused without a second thought.

Finally, Warren Clark said, “Joyce Harris, later you take Sean Carter and the others for a walk around the market. If you see anything good, buy something for them.”

“Alright.” Joyce Harris replied helplessly. Although no one was selected, at least these boys got to visit the knight’s manor once.

“Wait, Uncle Warren Clark, I haven’t tried yet.” Sean Carter blinked his bright, innocent eyes and said seriously.

Chapter 14: Astonishing Strength

“You?”

Warren Clark suddenly had a strong urge to yell at him. He swore, if Sean Carter weren’t Old Bond’s most beloved son, and if Joyce Harris didn’t like Old Bond, he would definitely teach this ignorant little fellow a lesson.

Including Edward Reed, the others looked at Sean Carter’s thin body, all with thick amusement in their eyes.

No one took Sean Carter’s words seriously, not even the three young men who came with him.

Sean Carter sighed inwardly. Actually, if possible, he didn’t really want to stand out either. But Number One in the virtual space strongly suggested he learn blacksmithing skills.

Of course, according to Number One, as long as he started practicing blacksmithing, he could soon master advanced wood-chopping skills.

Advanced wood-chopping! Just thinking of those dazzling axes and the incredibly cool moves made his heart race uncontrollably.

“Alright, give it a try.” Glancing at Joyce Harris, Warren Clark said helplessly.

“Thank you, Uncle Warren Clark.”

Sean Carter bowed politely, walked to the center of the field, and picked the smallest axe. Although this was the smallest axe here, it was still a bit bigger than the one at home.

He casually picked a log from the pile and placed it steadily on the chopping block. Sean Carter gripped the axe handle with one hand, gently exerted force, and immediately raised the axe high.

Warren Clark let out a surprised “hmm” and his gaze toward Sean Carter changed instantly.

Not only Sean Carter, but except for Joyce Harris who was already prepared, everyone’s eyes on him changed.

Although the axe was relatively small, it was still quite heavy. In their opinion, even if Sean Carter could lift it, he would need both hands and a lot of effort.

But at this moment, Sean Carter simply lifted it with one hand, raising the axe high, and judging by his appearance, he seemed to have strength to spare, looking very relaxed.

As soon as Sean Carter’s hand touched the axe handle, all his focus instinctively gathered.

He forgot about Joyce Harris, forgot about Warren Clark, forgot about the ongoing assessment.

It was as if he was back home, practicing basic wood-chopping in the not-so-spacious backyard.

The axe was raised high, and at the moment it reached the highest point above his head, it drew a strange arc and swiftly chopped downward.

Sean Carter’s eyes were fixed on the log in front of him. He seemed to see a white virtual line at the very center of the log. For some reason, at this moment he was completely absorbed, as if all his attention was focused on that line.

His movements were coordinated and dynamic. This simple chop was like a moving, beautiful picture, pleasing to the eye.

“Crack.”

A crisp, satisfying sound reached everyone’s ears. A log that wasn’t even that thin was split in two by Sean Carter with a single chop. What was even more astonishing was that the two split pieces were exactly the same size.

Sean Carter let out a long breath. He hadn’t expected his performance to be so good just now. It seemed that since he started learning the third set of radio calisthenics, today was his best showing.

“Uncle Warren Clark, I can… huh, what’s wrong?” Sean Carter was halfway through his sentence when he saw the dumbfounded Warren Clark and asked curiously.

Warren Clark looked at Sean Carter as if waking from a dream, his expression rather odd: “Sean Carter, how old are you this year?”

“Nine.”

“Nine, huh.” Edward Reed said enviously.

“Nine, huh.” The apprentices’ eyes were full of jealousy. What a little monster.

Warren Clark burst out laughing, praising without reservation: “To have such strength at nine years old, that’s truly remarkable.”

Sean Carter’s face flushed slightly. He seemed to think for a moment and said, “Uncle Warren Clark, I can’t guarantee I can split the wood every time. In fact, when I practice at home, my success rate is less than half.”

“Even half is impressive.” Warren Clark patted his head and said, “You’re an honest little fellow. You’ll definitely become an outstanding blacksmith in the future.”

“Thank you.” Sean Carter thought to himself, being a blacksmith is just a turning point in my life—I won’t spend my whole life forging iron.