"What's that?"
Tang San stared at the distance, somewhat surprised.
He saw Brother Feng swinging a hammer and striking a piece of raw iron.
Every time the hammer came down on the raw iron, it sent sparks flying in all directions.
After the hammer struck the raw iron, the rebound force traveled along the hammer, making Brother Feng turn halfway around on the spot. Then, carrying that force with him, he struck the raw iron again!
He unleashed even more strength than with the previous blow, sending even more sparks flying in all directions!
"This... isn't this the technique Dad taught me?"
Tang San stared in shock at Brother Feng, who was drenched in sweat in the distance.
He borrowed force to exert force, using the power of the strike against the raw iron to quickly swing the hammer again, bringing down a blow with even greater force than the last!
It could quickly forge raw iron! It could also train his body!
"Could it be that Dad taught Brother Feng too? No, it seems... a little different..."
Tang San stared intently at Brother Feng. "His stance is different. Brother Feng's stance is completely unlike the one Dad taught me, and it's still a little stiff. Besides, Brother Feng hasn't been to the blacksmith's shop these past few days. Could it be..."
"Did Brother Feng figure this out on his own?"
Clang~
The crisp sound continued to ring out.
The longer Tang San watched, the more astonished he became.
"Six hammers... eighteen hammers... twenty-six hammers..."
Tang San looked at the piece of iron that had turned red from the rapid strikes and felt somewhat surprised.
The force of every blow was increasing!
"Isn't this just too impressive?"
Tang San murmured.
This strength wasn't just about how many times he could swing the heavy hammer.
It was about this technique.
"To teach himself such an ingenious technique through blacksmithing... Brother Feng is so clever..."
Tang San couldn't help but admire him.
It was like how he had always been following the path his father had walked.
But Brother Feng was different. Brother Feng was making his own path! Walking it himself!
After watching for a while longer,
"Brother Feng is getting stronger and stronger. That's already his thirtieth blow..."
Tang San thought to himself. That day, Dad had managed to swing the hammer thirty-six times in one breath without even gasping.
He hadn't expected Brother Feng to nearly manage the same.
And Brother Feng's way of striking seemed capable of producing the same results.
"But Brother Feng's limit should be around forty blows."
The more Tang San watched, the more impressed he became.
Brother Feng's physical strength really was monstrous. He must have gotten stronger again, right?
No, I have to go back and practice more too. And I need to forge my hidden weapons ahead of time.
Thinking this, Tang San hurried over.
Meanwhile, Wang Feng was thinking:
"My stance was wrong. Just now, I should have shifted my left shoulder back another three centimeters. That would have reduced the force lost on the rebound. My calves are too tense, making the force transfer uneven. Although that blow was much stronger, the increase wasn't proportional."
"That blow doesn't pass!"
Clang!
He struck again. The sound was sometimes crisp, sometimes dull.
Tang San wasn't observing closely enough. He could only tell that the force behind Wang Feng's blows was indeed increasing.
But he couldn't see that Wang Feng's posture was becoming more fluid with every blow, and his control over the force more and more perfect.
If Tang Hao were here, perhaps he would be able to see clearly that Wang Feng was improving right before his eyes.
"When I swung that blow, I went a little beyond the area of the raw iron that could take the force. That won't do either..."
With every blow, Wang Feng thought rapidly.
Then, relying on his control over his body, he quickly made adjustments.
And refined his technique.
Starting several days ago, he had experimented with all kinds of changes in his stance, relying on nothing but a single goal.
By now, he had managed to achieve an effect similar to Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, but it still wasn't enough.
"But fortunately, I have the Meteor Tear. I don't have to worry about injuring my body. As long as I can keep going, I can continue my research indefinitely."
This kind of research consumed a great deal of stamina and caused damage to the body.
Only Wang Feng, with the Meteor Tear, dared to do this.
At the beginning, it really had been difficult. He had spent two whole days striking the iron, but could only rely on his physical strength to force each blow to be stronger than the last.
He couldn't figure out how to borrow force to exert force, nor could he find a special stance.
Unlike Little San, who had Tang Hao to teach him, step by step.
But over those two days, Wang Feng had gradually grasped the trick.
"If I keep researching and making changes like this... I should be able to work out a fairly complete hammer technique within two months. It might be inferior to Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer for now, but if I keep researching, there's no guarantee it won't surpass Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer."
A streak of pride rose in Wang Feng's heart.
After all, he was a transmigrator, standing on the shoulders of giants and possessing a cheat. If he couldn't surpass it...
That would be far too pathetic.
"Still, this hammer technique really does consume a lot of stamina. After thirty-six blows, I can barely keep going... Each blow is harder than the last, and the difficulty increases geometrically... Once I turn these two pieces of raw iron into simple protective gear, they'll probably weigh about a hundred and fifty pounds. Training will become much harder then, but the results will improve just as much."
Wang Feng pondered as he worked.
It wasn't until evening, when night was nearly falling,
that Wang Feng finally ran out of strength and collapsed onto the ground, seeing stars.
The power of the Meteor Tear slowly flowed out, washing over his entire body, and the long-missed strength returned once more.
"Comfortable..."
It was as though every cell in his body was cheering with joy, leaving Wang Feng feeling utterly refreshed.
Come to think of it, this method of improving through blacksmithing really could push his body to its limits quickly.
"I feel stronger again."
Wang Feng let out a breath. "Now, I should be able to swing five or six more times before reaching my limit!"
If he used the same amount of force each time, Wang Feng could swing the hammer hundreds of times without gasping.
But with every blow stronger than the last, he really couldn't manage more than a few dozen.
"I'll rest first. I'll continue tomorrow."
Wang Feng returned to the village...
And so,
over the next two months, Wang Feng kept studying and practicing his hammer technique until his physical strength allowed him to swing the hammer sixty-four times in one breath!
That rate of improvement was simply unimaginable!
Without the Meteor Tear, he probably wouldn't have managed it even after several years!
His improvement in other areas was just as significant.
For example, if he fought Little San as he was now against the Little San from three months ago,
Wang Feng would only need to use one-tenth of his strength to completely crush Little San.
But Little San should have grown stronger over these past few days too, right?
The time was about right.
"Brother Tao should be coming soon, right?"
Wang Feng put on the iron blocks he had long since forged for his calves, along with his iron vest.
Nearly two hundred pounds of weight!
Even an adult man would probably struggle to walk a hundred meters carrying that much!
But Wang Feng hopped lightly, as though he had already grown used to it.
A month and a half ago, Wang Feng had already secretly made and tempered this set of weighted protective gear at the blacksmith's shop, then started wearing it.
Other than taking it off when he bathed, he wore it even when eating and drinking.
He had long since grown used to it.
Since the weight was distributed across different parts of his body-his calves, arms, and back-with about fifty pounds on each part, forged into simple protective gear,
Wang Feng looked slightly more muscular than before.
Once everything was ready, Wang Feng slowly walked toward the edge of the village.
Outside the village,
Su Yuntao yawned, his gaze somewhat unfocused.
These past few days, Su Yuntao had been rather engrossed in the story Soul Breaking the Firmament.
However, he had finished reading it a month ago... But he had only gotten a little over halfway through. He had reached the part where Xiao Yan went to the Yunlan Sect and fought Xiao Yan's old nemesis, who had already become a Soul Elder, and that was where the story ran out...
Su Yuntao was so eager that he wanted to come to Holy Soul Village early and ask the little brat for the rest of the story.
But then he thought, how could a dignified Battle Spirit Master of rank 28 casually lower himself by going to Holy Soul Village?
So he waited and waited, until the appointed day finally arrived.
Su Yuntao rubbed his chest and frowned.
"I got a little hurt a few days ago while hunting a Soul Beast, but it's nothing serious. In a little while, I can knock that brat flat with just one hand, then make him hand over the rest of the story, right?"
"Hmm, I still can't hurt him. After all, that brat's Martial Spirit is useless; he only has the talent of Innate Full Soul Power. I hope he's trained a little these past few days, so I won't hurt him when I make my move."
"My life, Su Yuntao's, is just too hard!"