"Still, it's a good thing I have the Meteor Tear. I don't have to worry about hurting my body. As long as I can keep going, I can continue researching."
Over the past two days, Wang Feng had gradually grasped the knack. The more Tang San watched, the more astonished he became.
Clang!
The more Tang San watched, the more impressed he was.
For the next two months, Wang Feng kept studying and practicing the hammer technique until his physical strength was enough for him to swing the hammer sixty-four times in one go!
Tang San stared at the piece of raw iron, which had turned bright red from the rapid hammering, and looked stunned.
The Meteor Tear's power slowly flowed out, washing over his whole body. His long-missed strength resurfaced.
Tang San stared in shock at Brother Feng, sweating profusely in the distance.
Mm, I can't afford to hurt him. This kid's Martial Spirit is useless, after all. He's only got Innate Full Soul Power. I hope all his training these past few days means I won't hurt him when I make my move.
Tang San muttered to himself.
Wang Feng only needed to use a tenth of his strength to utterly crush Little San.
So he waited and waited, until at last the appointed day arrived.
He poured out even more force than in the previous swing, sending a greater shower of sparks flying!
Just like that.
"That's incredibly powerful!"
Yet he couldn't tell that with every swing, Wang Feng's movements were growing smoother and his control over his strength more precise.
The crisp clangs rang out without pause.
But Brother Feng was different. He was making his own path! Walking it on his own!
Tang San watched from afar, astonished.
Clang~
"Did Brother Feng figure this out on his own?"
Su Yuntao touched his chest and frowned. The speed of this improvement was simply unimaginable!
With every swing, Wang Feng's mind raced.
Little San had Tang Hao teaching him, guiding him step by step.
Only Wang Feng, with the Meteor Tear, would dare to do this.
For example, if he fought Little San as he was now, compared to Little San three months ago...
This kind of research took a tremendous amount of stamina and damaged the body.
His progress in other areas was just as remarkable.
He still couldn't figure out how to borrow and redirect the force, nor could he find the right stance.
This method could forge raw iron quickly!
And train himself at the same time!
"Still, Brother Feng's limit should be around forty swings."
Tang San fixed his gaze on Brother Feng. "His stance is different. It's nothing like what Dad taught me, and it's still a little stiff. Besides, Brother Feng hasn't been to the smithy these past few days. Could it be..."
"When the hammer came down, it went a little beyond the point where the raw iron could take the force. That won't work either..."
It wasn't the hammering itself, but the technique.
But even if every swing was stronger than the last, he really couldn't manage more than a few dozen.
After watching for a while longer...
"Take a break. We'll continue tomorrow."
But Wang Feng hopped about with ease, as if he'd long since gotten used to it.
"Six swings... eighteen... twenty-six..."
Even an adult man would struggle to walk a hundred meters carrying that much weight!
"Feels great..."
By now, he could achieve something like the effect of Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, but it still wasn't enough.
"I got a little hurt hunting Soul Beasts a few days ago, but it's nothing serious. I'll beat that kid down with one hand later and make him tell me the rest of the story."
These past few days, Su Yuntao had been utterly engrossed in the story of Soul Breaking the Firmament.
If Tang Hao were here, he would probably be the only one who could see just how visibly Wang Feng was improving.
Tang San couldn't help admiring him.
Borrow the force of the blow against the raw iron, then swing again at once, using that force to strike harder than the previous swing!
"Brother Feng keeps getting stronger. That's already his thirtieth swing..."
And Brother Feng's way of hammering seemed to achieve the same result.
As he thought this, Tang San hurried over.
"Still, this hammer technique really drains your stamina. After thirty-six swings, it's hard to keep going... Each swing is harder than the last, and the difficulty increases exponentially... Once I turn these two pieces of raw iron into simple protective gear, they should weigh around a hundred and fifty pounds. The training will get a lot harder then, but the benefits will increase just as much."
He was a transmigrator, standing on the shoulders of giants and equipped with a cheat. If he couldn't surpass them...
Then he would perfect the technique.
By dusk, with nightfall approaching...
"Did Dad teach Brother Feng, too? No, something seems different..."
After the hammer struck the raw iron, the rebound traveled up the handle, spinning Brother Feng sideways on the spot. He immediately used that momentum to strike the iron again!
Wang Feng had secretly forged and tempered this set of weighted gear at the smithy a month and a half ago, then put it on.
Aside from taking it off to bathe, he wore it even when eating and drinking.
He saw Brother Feng swinging a hammer and striking a piece of raw iron.
At first, it really was difficult. For two whole days, Wang Feng could only force each swing to be stronger than the last using his physical strength alone.
He hadn't expected Brother Feng to nearly pull it off, too.
"Isn't this the technique Dad taught me?"
The hammer came down again. Sometimes the sound was crisp, sometimes dull.
Time was almost up.
This kind of strength wasn't just about how many times he could swing a heavy hammer.
But a month ago, Su Yuntao had finished reading the story... He'd only gotten a little over halfway through it. He'd reached the part where Xiao Yan went to the Yunlan Sect and fought Xiao Yan's sworn enemy, who had already become a Soul Elder, only to run out of chapters...
Everything was ready. Wang Feng slowly walked toward the outskirts of the village.
Starting a few days ago, Wang Feng had focused on a single goal, trying all kinds of variations in his stance.
The force behind every swing increased!
A surge of pride rose in Wang Feng's heart.
"If I keep studying and adjusting it like this... I should be able to develop a fairly complete hammer technique within two months. It might not measure up to Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer yet, but if I keep working at it, there's no reason I can't surpass it."
It was like he was always following the path Dad had already walked.
Brother Feng's physical strength really was monstrous. He'd probably gotten stronger again, hadn't he?
Tang San thought to himself that his dad had managed thirty-six swings in one go without even breaking a sweat.
And it was true: this kind of training through blacksmithing could push his body to its limits quickly.
Still, Little San must have improved these past few days, too, right?
"What's this?"
"I, Su Yuntao, have it so rough!"
"Brother Tao should be here soon, right?"
Wang Feng strapped on the iron weights he'd already forged and tempered—the pieces on his calves and the iron vest.
They were outside the village.
And Wang Feng...
Tang San wasn't watching closely enough to tell more than that the force behind each of Wang Feng's swings was indeed increasing.
He had forged the weights into simple protective gear, each piece weighing a little over fifty pounds. They were distributed across his calves, arms, and back.
"Another few pounds stronger."
Wang Feng exhaled. "I think I can manage five or six more swings before I hit my limit!"
Wang Feng thought as he worked.
At last, he ran out of strength. His vision swam, and he collapsed to the ground.
Wang Feng returned to the village...
He'd gotten used to it long ago.
It was nearly two hundred pounds of weight!
Su Yuntao yawned, his gaze drifting.
Without the Meteor Tear, it would probably have taken years to reach this point!
Just think: how could a dignified, twenty-eighth-level Battle Spirit Master casually lower himself to visit Holy Soul Village?
But Wang Feng looked like this now.
Tang San watched as Wang Feng kept swinging the hammer. Each blow landed on the raw iron with a burst of sparks.
Wang Feng was only using the strength of his body. With his control over it, he adjusted his movements as he went.
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