Surging Strength: The Strength of Four Bulls

"All right, we could more or less confirm Qin Hao's situation now. For him to suddenly possess the strength to defeat Qin Tianze, who was at the Muscle Tempering realm, he must have awakened a special constitution. Otherwise, someone who could not cultivate and had only just begun training in martial arts could never possess such tremendous strength." Clan Chief Qin Shan said as he returned to his seat.

"Since Qin Hao has such talent, our Qin Clan should devote all our resources to nurturing him," Qin Shan added.

"Reasonable."

"I agree with the Clan Chief."

"Qin Hao's monthly allowance will be raised from five taels to one thousand taels. He will also be rewarded with one treasure. Tomorrow, he may go to the Qin Family Treasury and choose one himself."

"Thank you, Clan Chief!" Qin Hao was somewhat excited. It was not about the thousand taels, but the chance to choose a treasure. He had already asked Uncle Li to help him obtain hammers. Now he would see whether the treasury had any other weapons suitable for him. It would be best if there were a precious bow, so he could make up for his weakness at long range.

By the time Qin Hao returned home, the sky had gradually darkened. He took off his shoes, walked into the courtyard, and began his usual training. Qin Hao practiced the Barbarian Bull Fist in the courtyard again and again. His punches were agile and powerful, like a wild bull.

He focused entirely on his fist practice until the sky had turned completely dark. After finishing, Qin Hao stood in the courtyard and took a deep breath. He could feel his strength growing again.

He nodded in satisfaction, preparing to end today's training. Qin Hao went inside, drew a bucket of water, heated it, and took a bath. After washing away the sweat and dust on his body, he felt incomparably refreshed.

Next, Qin Hao began preparing dinner. He cooked plenty of food: meat, vegetables, and rice. He ate in great mouthfuls and drank hot soup, feeling content and happy. After eating, Qin Hao lay down on his bed and quickly drifted into dreamland.

Early the next morning, Li Kang came running to Qin Hao's door.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Little Hao, get up! I've brought you your weapon."

Hearing the knocking, Qin Hao rubbed his eyes and hurriedly got up to open the door for Li Kang.

"Uncle Li, why did you come so early?"

"It's not early. Here, your money—one hundred taels. The other hundred-odd taels were used to buy your weapon. Hurry and get dressed, then come out and try it."

Seeing that Qin Hao had not even gotten up when the sun was already shining on his backside, Li Kang spoke helplessly. Li Kang had even put in one hundred taels of his own; otherwise, Qin Hao would have had no money left.

"A weapon? Did you buy my hammers?" The moment Qin Hao heard the word "weapon," he was no longer sleepy. Without even putting on clothes, he ran outside and saw a cart pulled by two horses. On it lay a pair of glossy black Great iron hammers, each nearly a meter in diameter—around eighty centimeters wide.

"Hahaha, what do you think? Do you like them? Not bad, right? This pair of iron hammers was forged from Black Fiend Iron. They're incredibly heavy and deal additional damage to ghosts. Each hammer weighs a thousand jin! Even cultivators at the Muscle Tempering realm would struggle to lift one, much less use it. I saw that you had great strength, so I bought them for you to try!" Seeing Qin Hao stare at the hammers with straightened eyes, Li Kang could not help laughing.

"I like them, I like them," Qin Hao hurriedly replied.

Then he immediately reached out, taking one in each hand and easily lifting the pair of thousand-jin Black Fiend Hammers over his head.

"They've got weight. They fit my hands perfectly, Li Kang." Qin Hao played with the enormous hammers in his hands. He liked them very much.

Gripping the iron hammers tightly in both hands, he instantly gave off an intense aura. He began swinging the pair of hammers, every motion filled with power and rhythm. He was as mighty as a tiger, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, shaking every corner.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Thunderous crashes rang out as Qin Hao swung the hammers.

Only then, watching from a distance, did Li Kang truly understand how terrifying Qin Hao's strength was.

"This kid really is a monster. He's far more formidable than his father." Seeing Qin Hao wield the hammers so effortlessly, Li Kang could not help sighing.

He knew exactly how heavy those hammers were. Forget a pair—even one required both his hands, and he could only barely lift it. Yet Qin Hao handled them with such ease.

The iron hammers traced astonishing arcs through the air. Their wind-tearing whistles were like muffled thunder, deafening to the ears. The leaves in the courtyard trembled violently, as if paying tribute to this warrior's strength. That pair of thousand-jin hammers was as light as goose feathers in his hands, as though they had become one with him. Under the moonlight, his muscles looked even more robust, veins bulging.

"Hahahaha, this is fantastic!" Having a weapon and having none were simply two different matters. Qin Hao was certain that if he had faced that Scorpion-tailed Wolf back then, it would never have endured even a single blow from his hammer. Only with such heavy weapons could he fully unleash all of his strength.

Of the more than two hundred taels earned from selling beast hides a few days ago, Qin Hao received only one hundred taels. The other hundred-odd taels had been deducted by Li Kang to purchase his weapons.

"All right, seeing how happy you are, play by yourself for a while. I still need to go back and cook. Be careful, understand?"

"Oh, right. Don't go out at night lately. It's not safe, understand, Little Hao?" Remembering Boss Yang's words, Li Kang reminded Qin Hao.

"Got it, Uncle Li. Go ahead and get busy. I'll play a little longer by myself."

With that, Li Kang walked out of Qin Hao's home.

Qin Hao continued trying out his two hammers.

As Qin Hao practiced with them, his strength continued to increase. His power had already broken through nine thousand eight hundred jin, and he would soon reach ten thousand jin.

If he wielded this pair of hammers, Qin Hao was confident that no cultivator below the Foundation Establishment realm would pose a threat to him. Perhaps only a Foundation Establishment expert could contend with him.

However, Qin Hao's ambitions did not stop there. He wanted even greater strength.

Thinking of this, Qin Hao practiced his hammer techniques even more fiercely. He trained without stopping for several hours before finally slowing to a halt, gasping heavily.

Suddenly, Qin Hao felt a surge of power erupt within his body. He was very familiar with this feeling—it was the sensation of his bloodline concentration increasing. Qin Hao's body rapidly expanded, the size of his muscles swelling several times over. He looked somewhat like the muscular Nezha from his previous life, while his height shot up to nearly two meters.

Only when that power had completely fused into Qin Hao's limbs did the scorching sensation fade away.

Qin Hao discovered that his strength had increased enormously.

Name: Qin Hao

Strength: Strength of Four Bulls 21000

Cultivation Technique: Barbarian Bull Fist, Beginner (0/10); Dragon-Elephant Prajna, Not Yet Initiated (0/100)

Attribute Points: 11

Bloodline: Divine Thunder Barbarian Dragon bloodline (0.05%)

Qin Hao discovered that his bloodline concentration had risen a little, while his strength had explosively surged to the outrageous level of twenty thousand. He could feel the power his bloodline brought him; it was far stronger than before.

The Black Fiend Hammers no longer fit his hands as perfectly as they had earlier, though he could still barely use them.

Qin Hao discovered that the Barbarian Bull Fist could still be improved. Without the slightest hesitation, he directly upgraded the Barbarian Bull Fist, leaving the Dragon-Elephant Prajna for later. It required one hundred attribute points, which meant he would need to kill many first-rank demonic beasts. But a place like this did not have many demonic beasts. No one even knew where that Scorpion-tailed Wolf demon from some time ago had leaped out from. To hunt demons, he would have to go to more distant primeval forests.

He might as well strengthen his own power first.

Upgrading the Barbarian Bull Fist had added nearly eight hundred jin of strength to Qin Hao. His power had now reached twenty-one thousand eight hundred jin.

After finishing all this, Qin Hao prepared to go to the treasury and choose a treasure.

Carrying the two huge hammers on his shoulders, he swaggered off.