Hammer Technique

"Ah..." Chen Huang sighed and lay back on the grassy slope, his thoughts drifting farther and farther away.

He had originally been a new-era farmer on Blue Star. A college graduate who had studied agriculture, he had returned to his village after graduation to farm the land, hoping to lead his fellow villagers to prosperity.

Unfortunately, heaven did not grant his wish. Before Chen Huang could fulfill his dream, he was diagnosed with an incurable illness.

Amid his family's tearful cries, Chen Huang drifted in and out of consciousness as though in a dream. His body—or rather, his soul—seemed as light as a feather, floating with the wind. He had no idea where it carried him.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become an infant still swaddled in cloth.

Because of his unusually strong Mental Power, Chen Huang had been extremely sleepy as a child. This terrified his parents, who had anxiously wanted to take him to a doctor. In the end, it was the village blacksmith who cured Chen Huang's "problem."

The blacksmith had said only one thing: "Strong Mental Power, weak body. Exercise more and take some supplements. That'll fix it."

Thus, at a very young age, Chen Huang started exercising with his tiny arms and short legs. Too much exercise was not a good thing for a child, but if he did not do this, it would be an even worse thing for Chen Huang. He had no choice.

Chen Huang's grandfather in this life had been a farmer. He had worked day and night for the family until he finally collapsed from exhaustion, leaving behind Chen Huang's still-young father before passing away.

There was no need to mention Chen Huang's father—he was naturally a farmer as well. To care for his elderly, sickly grandmother and marry a good wife, he had worked himself to the bone. After Chen Huang was born frail, they had spent a great deal of money on supplements, making an already poor family even worse off. In their daily lives, they had relied heavily on help from their neighbors and fellow villagers. Otherwise, they truly would not have been able to get by.

Chen Huang learned that the village where he lived was called Sacred Soul Village. It was said to have received its name because a Soul Sage had emerged from it many years ago. As for the blacksmith who had advised his family and enabled him to grow up healthy, his name was Tang Hao.

This gave Chen Huang quite a fright. Wasn't this Douluo Continent? After asking around, he discovered that everyone in this world indeed possessed a Martial Soul, and that when children turned six, they would all undergo Martial Soul awakening.

Douluo Continent had been incredibly popular back then, so Chen Huang had read it too. He thought of Tang Hao's son, the protagonist of Douluo Continent—a future big shot who could become a god. Didn't he have to latch onto those thighs?

Chen Huang's large black eyes rolled from time to time. Before long, he had prepared an excuse and headed to Tang Hao's home.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Chen Huang knocked on the door.

But the person who opened it left Chen Huang dumbfounded.

Because it was a little girl. Her skin was fair, she wore a clean and simple dress, and her hair was blue-green.

"Chen Huang? Huh, why are you here? Did you come to play with me?" the little girl asked.

The girl before him was his playmate. She had been born more than half a year before him and was called Xiao Shan. It was easy to see that she would grow into a beauty, so Chen Huang had always been close to her, and they often played together.

She was Tang Hao's son? No, no, his daughter? Chen Huang was utterly confused.

"Yeah, Xiao Shan. I came to play with you," Chen Huang said with a smile.

"Xiao Shan, is Xiao Huang here? Let him in. What kind of manners are those, leaving a guest outside?" Tang Hao's vigorous yet gentle voice came from inside.

"Got it, Dad," Tang Shan replied. Then she smiled again. "Come in first."

"Oh, okay." Chen Huang answered instinctively and followed Tang Shan inside.

So Tang San became Tang Shan? No, that can't be right. Tang Shan grew up with me. I know exactly what kind of person she is—just an innocent, adorable little girl with no hidden schemes.

Tang Shan had never trained. At most, she often went with him to raid bird nests, catch loaches, or gather wild fruits and vegetables in the mountains. She would quickly become tired and start panting.

In other words, she was just a native, not Tang San of the Tang Sect. Was this what the normal Douluo Continent was supposed to look like?

Still, this Tang Hao did not resemble that man from his memories very much. Wasn't that man supposed to be a drunken drunkard?

Oh...

Chen Huang understood in an instant. A daughter was her old father's little angel, his close-fitting padded jacket. Most importantly, Xiao Shan had the same hair as her mother. This was probably Tang Hao's faith and pillar now.

Tang San really had a miserable fate. If he had not known how to cook as a child, he would have starved to death long ago, and he still had to cook for that drunkard old father. Here, it was the other way around. If Tang Hao did not pull himself together and put in some effort, he probably would not be able to raise Xiao Shan. Washing clothes, cooking meals, changing diapers—Tang Hao had to learn all of it. Still, that did not seem so bad.

Just moments ago, Chen Huang had been thinking that his thigh to cling to was gone. But on second thought, weren't there still two hidden thighs? The way he looked at Tang Hao turned heated. Uncle Tang Hao, do you need a son-in-law? What do you think of me?

Tang Hao was currently swinging his hammer down heavily again and again as he forged iron. Every strike contained a unique technique for exerting force. The hammer bounced high into the air, and Tang Hao steadily controlled that force before borrowing it to smash down again, making the force received by the Iron Body even greater.

Chen Huang naturally noticed this. This was probably the miraculous Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer from Douluo Continent. For a moment, he watched in fascination.

Tang Shan tilted her head as she watched the entranced Chen Huang. What is so interesting about blacksmithing? Could it possibly be more interesting than me? Dad does it every day, clang-clang, so noisy. I can't even sleep in late. After swinging the hammer eighty or a hundred times, Tang Hao finally set down the great hammer in his hand, picked up a towel beside him, and wiped away his sweat.

Although Tang Hao was a Titled Douluo, a Titled Douluo's physical constitution was not truly transcendent. After performing a full set of Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer techniques, he had still sweated a little. Every strike was delivered with all his strength; this was how he pushed himself. That way, he could improve just a tiny bit each time. Using his full strength was somewhat tiring, of course. If he were merely going through the motions, he might not tire even after half a day. It had to be said that the quality of this anvil was truly excellent.

Tang Hao saw the fiery light in Chen Huang's eyes and could not help smiling. "What is it, Xiao Huang? Do you like blacksmithing?"

"Ah." Chen Huang finally came back to his senses. "I do."

Tang Hao thought, I only have one daughter, and she does not seem willing to learn blacksmithing from me. I might as well pass it on to Xiao Huang. The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer is the hammer technique of the Clear Sky Sect. But Tang Hao is a Divine Craftsman. He has his own unique insights into this technique and its use in ironworking and forging. He can completely revise it before teaching it to Xiao Huang.

"Then would you like to learn blacksmithing from me?" Tang Hao asked with a smile. "It will benefit your body as well."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huang's delight was beyond words. A brilliant smile appeared on his face. He bowed respectfully and said, "I do! Teacher! Please teach me!"