In such a dangerous situation, Wang Feng remained completely still, merely counting in his mind the little stones flying toward him.
"One, two, three... twenty-seven... These must be Pear Blossom Rain from the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, right?"
Wang Feng thought to himself, Little San hasn't made any Hidden Weapons to match it yet. Using little stones, he probably can't bring out even one-thousandth of Pear Blossom Rain's original power. It has the form, but not the spirit. Still, it's just right for dealing with a child. After taking a move like this, he'll be covered in bruises!
Having read Douluo Continent, Wang Feng naturally recognized the technique used to throw the little stones. It was a Hidden Weapon secret art from the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record: Pear Blossom Rain!
It was just that Tang San was only six years old, and his Mysterious Heaven Skill was only at the first level.
There was no way he could use the various Hidden Weapon techniques in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record perfectly.
At the same time,
watching Brother Feng stand stock-still, as if he were already stunned, Tang San's lips curled into a faint, hidden smile.
Ever since being reborn in this Douluo Continent, he had spent most of his time practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Purple Demon Eye, Mysterious Jade Hand, and the other techniques from the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.
Because he was still so young, he had only practiced the many Hidden Weapon secret arts from time to time.
But that was enough!
Tang San was naturally proficient in these Hidden Weapon techniques, and as his mastery of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Mysterious Jade Hand, and the other techniques improved, he could gradually make them stronger with Hidden Weapons made from different materials.
It's been a while since I practiced, but using little stones to perform Pear Blossom Rain, I've still done a decent job...
Tang San thought, Though Brother Feng is incredibly clever and guessed that I'd use Hidden Weapons... he could never imagine that I'm not just throwing stones at random! These stones are being thrown with Pear Blossom Rain!
I'm sure to win this challenge!
Thinking this, Tang San couldn't help feeling an indescribable pride, despite having lived through two lifetimes.
Perhaps Brother Feng had put too much pressure on him.
Beating Brother Feng gives me a sense of accomplishment I haven't felt in a long time! Tang San thought to himself.
Brother Feng really was strong! Far stronger than I imagined! Tang San thought of Brother Feng's strength just now and couldn't help feeling a chill run over his scalp.
He had forced me to use the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and even made me bring out the Hidden Weapon secret art, Pear Blossom Rain!
Tang San quietly watched Brother Feng, who stood motionless in the distance, as if he could already see Brother Feng with a bruised and swollen face.
Then Tang San took out the ointment, ready to apply it as soon as Brother Feng admitted defeat.
And then, right at that moment!
The twenty-seven stones shot out in an instant, like twenty-seven beams of light, flying toward Wang Feng!
Wang Feng moved!
He stretched out both hands, his face slightly grave as he swept them through the air.
His hands moved so quickly that they left countless afterimages!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Each time his hands swept through the air, several incoming stones were caught between his fingers!
In less than a second!
Just as Tang San had taken out the ointment, he was instantly dumbfounded!
Because he saw... Brother Feng was still standing right where he had been, with both hands raised.
Between the fingers of his slender, delicate hands, he was holding all twenty-seven stones!
Brother Feng... had actually caught every single stone between his fingers in that instant!!!
Tang San was stunned!
He knew exactly how fast his stones were and how much force they carried!
It was no exaggeration to say that even a tree stump would be dented by them at such close range!
Even an adult's eyes couldn't follow them, despite the stones being several times larger than real Hidden Weapons!
And Brother Feng had caught them all between his fingers in an instant!
"Haha! Little San, take this self-created secret art of mine, Fairy Scattering Flowers!"
Wang Feng laughed loudly and sprang into the air, sending the stones in his hands shooting toward Tang San.
Wang Feng didn't know how to use Pear Blossom Rain needles, of course.
He had only flung the stones out casually, without any method at all. It wasn't a dense web of stones-he had just thrown them straight at Tang San.
But their speed and force were no weaker!
Tang San was shocked. Fairy Scattering Flowers?
Could Brother Feng know a Hidden Weapon secret art too? That was impossible. Did this Douluo Continent really have Hidden Weapon secret arts that could rival my Tang Sect's?
But when he saw the stones flying toward him, he thought, So he's just trying to fool me!
As a grandmaster of the Tang Sect's Hidden Weapons, Tang San could tell at a glance that Brother Feng had thrown the stones without any method at all. He had simply tossed them!
However...
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Even though they had only been thrown at random, the stones were faster and stronger than before!
Tang San was horrified and hurriedly dodged.
He nimbly avoided twenty-three of the twenty-seven stones!
But the other four struck him squarely!
As expected, with Brother Feng's strength, even stones he throws casually are more powerful than mine!
Tang San's expression changed. A sharp pain came from the four places he had been hit: his left shoulder, right waist, chest, and lower leg. They had definitely swollen up!
Tang San's face flushed slightly, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.
At that moment, Tang San knew.
He had lost!
Tang San staggered back several steps and leaned against a large tree before he could barely stand.
His heart was filled with shock, but a trace of bitterness rose in him as well.
It had been a long time since he had tasted defeat, even if this was only a fight between children.
Tang San watched Brother Feng walk toward him from a distance. His face wasn't red, his steps were steady, and his face still had the healthy glow of someone who had just exercised. He couldn't help smiling bitterly and saying:
"Brother Feng, I lost. You really are stronger than me."
Tang San felt a little dejected.
Just then, Wang Feng walked over, patted Tang San on the shoulder, and said with a smile:
"Little San, be confident."
Hearing that, Tang San froze. The trace of disappointment in his heart immediately vanished.
What was there to fear about losing?
Brother Feng was right. Be confident.
He was a genius of the Tang Sect. There was no need to feel dejected. Only through failure could he grow stronger!
Thinking this, Tang San looked at Brother Feng with a hint of gratitude.
Brother Feng really was a good person. Even after winning, he hadn't gotten conceited and had even comforted him.
But just as Tang San was about to thank Wang Feng, he heard Wang Feng laugh loudly and say:
"Be confident. Take out the words 'really are'!"
"..." Tang San's mouth twitched. Suddenly, he felt even more pain all over.
Just then,
Wang Feng picked up the ointment from the ground and said in surprise, "Little San, I have to give you credit. I didn't expect you to be so far-sighted. You even prepared ointment for yourself?"
How could Wang Feng not know? This ointment was probably something Little San had prepared for him, in case he got hurt.
"..." Tang San's mouth twitched again.
"Hahahaha... I'm just messing with you."
Wang Feng laughed loudly. "I'll put the ointment on you."
Tang San smiled and nodded, and his spirits immediately settled.
Several parts of his body hurt, and he had exhausted his strength dodging the stones just now. He didn't even want to move.
Wang Feng finished applying the ointment to Tang San, and Tang San recovered a little strength as well.
"Brother Feng, you weren't using your full strength just now, were you?" Tang San hesitated before asking.
"No. I only used about eighty percent," Wang Feng said casually.
Actually, he had only used fifty percent.
"..." Tang San froze.
Eighty percent had been enough to crush me... what about a hundred percent...
A vigorous fighting spirit surged in Tang San's heart!
Brother Feng was strong!
But that didn't mean I, Tang San, was weak!
I had had things too easy during my more than ten years in the Tang Sect and these few years since my rebirth. I had never experienced failure.
Now Brother Feng had shown me that there was always a higher sky and a stronger person... I, Tang San, would definitely become stronger!
For a while, Tang San thought to himself.
Wang Feng didn't know what Tang San was thinking. He merely supported him as they returned to Holy Soul Village.
After defeating Tang San, my Innate Full Soul Power is as good as secured.
Wang Feng thought to himself, Next, I just have to wait for Brother Tao to come to Holy Soul Village.
After the two parted ways, Tang San limped back to the blacksmith's shop.
Just after he returned, he heard his father's voice:
"You're back? Get some good rest. You don't need to work the forge for now today."
Tang San was stunned. It had been a long time since he'd seen his father awake in the morning. It was as if his father had already guessed something and was waiting for him.
Clang, clang, clang!
Tang Hao swung the giant hammer, striking the raw iron without looking at Tang San.
"Father..." Tang San opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "I lost. Brother Feng was much stronger than I'd imagined..."
"Mm," Tang Hao replied flatly.
He glanced at the piece of raw iron that had been brought back and thought:
He managed to hammer out a piece of raw iron with my hammer in one go, faster than you could manage in ten days.
It would've been strange if you hadn't lost.
That kid Brother Feng... is no ordinary fellow.