It Is Truly Too Difficult!

"It's really too difficult!" "However, fortunately, I possess the Meteor Tear, so I don't fear physical injury. As long as I can persist, I can continue my research indefinitely." But over these past two days, Wang Feng had gradually grasped the knack of it. The more he watched, the more astonished Tang San felt. Clang! The more Tang San watched, the more he admired him. Over the next two months or so, Wang Feng continuously practiced through his research of the hammer technique, until his physical fitness allowed him to swing sixty-four times in one breath! Tang San looked at the iron block, which had turned bright red from the rapid strikes, and felt somewhat shocked. The power of the Meteor Tear flowed out slowly, cleansing his entire body, and that long-lost strength emerged once again. Tang San watched Brother Feng, who was drenched in sweat in the distance, with a face full of shock. Hmm, I still cannot hurt him. After all, this kid's martial soul is useless, and he only has the aptitude of innate full soul power. I hope he has been exercising these days so that I won't accidentally hurt him when I make my move. Tang San muttered to himself. Wang Feng only needed to exert ten percent of his strength to completely crush Little San. Therefore, he waited and waited, finally reaching the appointed day. He unleashed power even greater than the previous strike, causing more sparks to scatter in all directions! Like this. "This is too strong, isn't it?" But one could not tell; Wang Feng's posture with every hammer swing was more fluid, and his control of power was more perfect. The crisp sound continued to ring out. But Brother Feng was different; Brother Feng was forging his own path! Walking it himself! Tang San watched the distance with some surprise. Clang~ "Did Brother Feng figure this out on his own?" Su Yuntao rubbed his chest and frowned, thinking: This rate of improvement is simply unimaginable! With every hammer swing, Wang Feng was thinking rapidly in his mind. Unlike Little San, who had Tang Hao teaching him, hand-in-hand. Only Wang Feng, who possessed the Meteor Tear, dared to do this. For example, if he were in his current state, facing the Little San from three months ago. Researching like this was extremely exhausting and caused damage to the body. In all other aspects, the improvement was equally significant. Unable to grasp the concept of borrowing force to exert force, and unable to find the special posture. He could rapidly temper raw iron! And he could also train himself! "However, Brother Feng's limit should be around forty strikes." Tang San stared intently at Brother Feng, "The posture is different; Brother Feng's posture is completely different from what Dad taught me, and it's still a bit stiff. And Brother Feng hasn't come to the smithy these past few days. Could it be that..." "When this hammer swings down, it exceeds the force-bearing surface of the raw iron by a bit, that won't do either..." It was about this technique. But this method of each strike being stronger than the last—honestly, after a few dozen strikes, it wouldn't work. After watching for a while longer. "Rest for now, continue tomorrow." But Wang Feng jumped lightly, as if he had long since adapted. "Six strikes... eighteen strikes... twenty-six strikes..." Even for an adult man, carrying such weight would make walking a hundred meters difficult! "Comfortable..." Up until now, he had been able to achieve an effect similar to the Luan Pifeng Hammer Technique, but it still wasn't enough. "I got a little injured while hunting soul beasts a few days ago, but it doesn't matter. In a moment, I'll be able to knock this kid down with one hand and then make him hand over the rest of the story, right?" These days, Su Yuntao had become somewhat obsessed with that story, Soul Breaking the Firmament. If Tang Hao were here, he would likely be able to fully see that Wang Feng was currently improving in a way visible to the naked eye. Tang San felt a sense of admiration. Borrowing force to exert force—using the power from striking the raw iron to then quickly swing the hammer again, achieving a strike even more powerful than the previous one! "Brother Feng is getting stronger and stronger; this is already the thirtieth strike..." Moreover, this striking method of Brother Feng's seemed to be able to achieve the same effect. Thinking this, Tang San hurried over. "However, this hammer technique is indeed very physically demanding; after thirty-six strikes, it is very hard for me to persist... Each strike is harder than the last, the difficulty increasing geometrically... Once I beat these two pieces of raw iron into simple protective gear, I should be able to carry about one hundred and fifty jin. At that time, the difficulty of training will increase significantly, and the effect will also increase significantly." As a transmigrator standing on the shoulders of giants and possessing a golden finger, if he couldn't surpass them, he would then perfect it. Until the evening, when it was almost dark. "Could it be that Dad also taught Brother Feng? No, it seems... a bit different..." After the hammer struck the raw iron, the rebounding force traveled along the hammer, causing Brother Feng to rotate diagonally on the spot, and immediately after, carrying this force, he struck the raw iron again! A month and a half ago, Wang Feng had already secretly forged and tempered this set of weighted gear at the smithy and put it on. Usually, except for when he showered, he wore it even while eating and drinking. He saw Brother Feng swinging the hammer, striking a piece of raw iron. It was indeed very difficult at the beginning; for two whole days, Wang Feng could only rely on his physical strength to force each strike to be stronger than the last. He didn't expect Brother Feng to be able to do almost the same. Nearly two hundred jin of weight! Su Yuntao was so anxious that he wanted to come to Holy Soul Village early to ask this kid for the rest of the story. "This, isn't this the technique Dad taught me?" Another hammer struck down, the sound sometimes crisp, sometimes dull. The time was almost up. This strength was not just about the number of times he swung the giant hammer. However, Su Yuntao had finished reading it a month ago... But he had only seen a little over half, roughly when Xiao Yan went to the Yunlan Sect and fought his soul master nemesis, Xiao Yan, it just happened to run out... After everything was prepared, Wang Feng slowly walked toward the outside of the village. Starting a few days ago, relying on just one goal, Wang Feng had performed various changes in posture. The power of every strike was increasing! A sense of pride rose in Wang Feng's heart. "If I keep researching and changing like this... within two months, I should be able to develop this relatively complete hammer technique. Perhaps it will be inferior to the Luan Pifeng Hammer Technique for now, but as long as I keep researching, it's not impossible to surpass it." It was like he had always been walking the path his father had walked. Brother Feng's physical fitness was indeed monstrous; he must have become even stronger, right? Tang San thought to himself. That day, his father hadn't even swung thirty-six times in one breath without catching his breath. Not to mention, this method of improving through blacksmithing could indeed force his body to reach its limit quickly. However, Little San should have grown too these past few days. "What is this?" "I, Su Yuntao, am really having a hard time!" "Brother Tao should be coming soon." Wang Feng put on the iron blocks he had already tempered on his lower legs, as well as the iron vest. He had long since adapted. It was as if every cell in his body was cheering and leaping, making Wang Feng feel incredibly refreshed. "The posture is wrong; the left shoulder should have shifted back another three centimeters just now, and the rebounding force lost would have been less. The lower legs were too tense, leading to uneven force transmission. Although this strike increased quite a bit, it wasn't an equal increase." "To be able to self-learn and comprehend such a brilliant technique from blacksmithing. Brother Feng is too smart..." Every time the hammer swung down and hit the raw iron, it caused a burst of sparks to scatter. Therefore, it made Wang Feng look slightly more robust on the outside. "This strike, not qualified!" It was simply too weak. If he had always used an equal amount of force, Wang Feng could have swung hundreds of times without catching his breath. No, I have to go back and practice more; my hidden weapons also need to be forged in advance. Su Yuntao yawned, his gaze somewhat unfocused. If he didn't have the Meteor Tear, it would likely have taken several years to achieve this! But thinking about it, how could he, a dignified level 28 Battle Soul Master, casually lower himself to come to Holy Soul Village? "I feel like I've become stronger again." Wang Feng exhaled, "Now, my current limit should be able to swing five or six more times!" Wang Feng thought while pondering. Wang Feng finally ran out of energy and collapsed to the ground with stars in his eyes. Wang Feng returned to the village... Because they were distributed all over his body, from his lower legs, arms, to his back, there were pieces everywhere. Each piece was about fifty jin, forged and beaten into simple protective gear. Outside the village. And at this moment, Wang Feng. Tang San didn't watch closely enough; he could only see that the power of each of Wang Feng's strikes was indeed increasing. Then, relying on his control over his body, he adjusted quickly.