Kid Feng, That Freak!

"If we talk about the first ten strikes, kid Feng, your force application was a bit off when swinging that giant hammer, leading to uneven power. But from the eleventh strike onwards... the power of every single one of your strikes has been controlled with incredible precision."

Until the very end, Wang Feng's consciousness was completely blurred, his body striking the raw iron almost by instinct.

Tang Hao paused, silent for a moment, before asking, "Little San, why are you messing around with medicinal herbs? Are you hurt?"

Farsightedness, high receptivity, unique insight, and a certain reserve of knowledge—these are all the advantages of a transmigrator.

The reality was exactly that.

"Ten... twenty... thirty... fifty..."

If Tang Hao were still here, his jaw would likely have dropped in shock... Tang Hao continued to count steadily.

Only then could one achieve such rapid mastery of blacksmithing techniques! If someone teaches you and you learn quickly, that is being smart.

"Six hundred..."

Fifty strikes!

Clang!

Tang Hao's eyes flickered.

Clang!

Added to the force of the recoil, it brought a tremendous burden upon Wang Feng's body!

"Kid Feng, you freak!!!"

Wang Feng looked at the raw iron that had shrunk significantly; without the tempering of a blazing fire, merely from his hammering, it was already glowing red!

The scene of that kid Feng swinging the giant hammer yesterday echoed in his mind.

And that was without anyone guiding him!

"To be able to immediately grasp the techniques I've summarized over so many years after swinging only ten times..."

The sounds were also uneven.

Tang San packed away the prepared ointment and walked outside.

Tang Hao felt that "genius" probably wasn't enough to describe this.

One hundred and fifty strikes could only make his body feel fatigued, but his limit was far greater than that number!

However, it was very steady!

He was the little guy he had watched grow up!

A genius among geniuses?

Naturally, he was regarded as a genius among geniuses!

Tang Hao felt as if he could see Wang Feng's heart, as if it possessed endless power, gushing out streams of blood like a source of primal energy.

Thinking this, Wang Feng began to swing the giant hammer again and hammered down!

Wang Feng was able to grasp these techniques so quickly... because he possessed the knowledge reserves from his past life.

This was already terrifying!

Just shortly after Tang San left.

"Then Father, I'm heading out."

He couldn't even be bothered to manage Little San, let alone kid Feng.

Clang!

"His physical strength and stamina are also extraordinary... he's already at over a hundred strikes... his breathing isn't the slightest bit disordered; from this point alone, he has already surpassed Little San. And Little San couldn't possibly manage to make every strike a full-power blow, with such exquisite control over his strength! The effect of this one strike is equivalent to the ten strikes Little San has been training with these past few days!"

If his father didn't agree, it would be hard for him, but he still had to tell his father about this.

He suddenly felt a long-lost, special sensation welling up.

"Five hundred strikes!"

This kid Feng could refine a quarter of it in one go!

Yet he discovered that Little San was actually messing around with herbs today.

His feet felt as if they were glued to the earth; the power gushing from his heart seemed to transform into streams of colored energy, originating from the ground, growing from his calves, traveling to his thighs, flowing through his waist as an axis, his spine, his arms, and finally converging in the palm gripping the giant hammer.

If he kept hammering like this, he would reach the critical point his body could withstand and end up hurting himself!

The further he went, the more true that became!

Subconsciously, Tang Hao wanted to rush out of the house and drag Tang San back... but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

Give him three or four days, and he might just finish the refining; that would be too exaggerated!

Then he would rest for a while before continuing to hammer a hundred times in one breath.

Tang Hao shook his head; he had no intention of talking to the villagers about this, as long as he knew it himself.

Moreover, this kid was likely gifted, even more formidable than Little San!

"No, Brother Feng and I agreed to have a fight today. I'm afraid he might get hurt, so I prepared some ointment for him in advance..."

As a transmigrator, besides the golden finger provided by the system, Wang Feng naturally had to leverage the advantages of being a transmigrator.

Kid Feng should be slightly stronger than Little San.

Tang Hao muttered to himself as he walked into the inner room, then collapsed and fell asleep...

It was hard to imagine this kid Feng, who was usually incredibly lazy, very clever and smart, liked to drop by for meals, and was often kicked out by him with a boot.

Wang Feng finished the final strike, his whole body utterly exhausted, his consciousness beginning to blur.

He didn't even know how many times he had struck!

Tang Hao calculated that with the force of each of kid Feng's strikes, a little over one hundred and fifty strikes would be just enough to refine one-quarter of that piece of raw iron!

The power gushing from the Meteor Tear!

It proved that he had finally surpassed his body's limits once again!

But, not until that piece of raw iron was completely refined.

It emitted a pleasant, perfect sound!

Tang Hao was a smart man and had roughly guessed some of the reasons.

The power consumed by this strike was greater than any previous training!

Hearing this, Tang Hao fell silent.

But when children fight, if one is stronger, it's hard to say who will win.

Clang!

In Tang Hao's line of sight.

The unhurried, rhythmic sound of hammering rang out.

Wang Feng did not stop as he had expected, but instead gritted his teeth and persisted.

"Seven hundred..."

Little San had hammered for ten days before barely managing to refine two-thirds of a piece of raw iron.

'Five hundred strikes in one breath! That should be the limit!'

Wang Feng breathed steadily.

It wasn't enough; he couldn't be bothered to ask. It was just children fighting; Little San had always been steady and well-behaved, and a fight wouldn't do any harm.

"Although Little San's comprehension is good, and his control over his body is also good—and I haven't given him any pointers—it still took him a full day of hammering before he barely started to learn how to control every inch of force in his body. But even so, Little San's skill is far from enough. It will take at least ten more days... before he sees initial results."

Tang Hao stood in the shadows, counting every strike Wang Feng made.

Seeing this, Tang Hao also nodded and quietly left.

He was already quite far from that secluded spot, and he could no longer hear the subsequent hammering.

After he left.

Clang, clang, clang!

But now... with every strike, Wang Feng felt his body temperature rising sharply.

At this moment, Tang Hao woke up leisurely, eating the breakfast Tang San had already prepared.

However, Wang Feng, who was currently focused intently on hammering the raw iron, was completely unaware that his every move was being observed by Tang Hao!

"I haven't taught Little San these techniques yet because it's still too early for Little San, who only knows how to swing a hammer. As for the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, it's even earlier! It will need more time."

Vaguely, the further he went, the greater the consumption!

This piece of raw iron was clearly the same one he had seen Wang Feng hammering and refining yesterday!

However, what Tang Hao didn't know was...

And with the golden finger, these advantages would be maximized!

Because this six-year-old boy had actually refined an entire piece of raw iron in one go!!!

Wang Feng collapsed.

Tang Hao looked at that tiny figure, still tirelessly swinging the giant hammer.

But if no one taught him, and he figured it out himself... this???

"Forget it, Little San prepared the ointment... let's just assume it was prepared for himself."

But he still hadn't surpassed his limit!

That little boy, only half his height, picked up a giant hammer that was almost as tall as he was.

The limit, this was the limit!

But he had to surpass the limit!

Tang Hao muttered, "But I didn't expect... this kid Feng actually figured out these techniques himself? A genius?"

But steady, rhythmic breathing could maximize the training of every strike!

The more Tang Hao watched, the more astonished he became.

"Mm, be careful yourself." Tang Hao said indifferently.

"This kid Feng, he usually looks lazy, like his bones are about to fall apart... I didn't expect him to be so formidable in secret! Whether it's talent or physical fitness, he's so strong! Everyone in the village has misjudged him... they only thought this kid was sharp-witted, never imagining he would be this capable?"

Back in the day, he was also a genius...

Little San had just started learning to swing the hammer these past few days; swinging it a hundred times at once was his limit.

Tang Hao's observation was very accurate; after one hundred and fifty strikes, although Wang Feng's breathing was still steady, it had become somewhat disordered.

Because, as the saying goes, while hammering, Wang Feng also received a massive impact of force!

His gaze landed on kid Feng.

But unfortunately, Tang Hao couldn't see it; he had walked back to the village.

"Pretty girls, powerful Martial Spirits, flashy displays of power... hmm... I must persist..."

Because, although Little San was equally intelligent, it was hard for him to be like this kid Feng, controlling the force of every strike with such exquisite precision!

The difference was huge!

Seeing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Meteor Tear didn't gush out energy... which means I haven't surpassed my limit yet..."

A strike that could be called perfect landed on the raw iron!

Suddenly, Tang Hao's body shook, and he looked at the refined raw iron with utter disbelief.

As Wang Feng collapsed to the ground, a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Otherwise, what kind of transmigrator would he be?

Wang Feng didn't want to lose face for his transmigrator predecessors.

This represented that this kid possessed unparalleled comprehension and control over every muscle in his body!

He knew that in any exercise, breathing was the most important thing, although Wang Feng didn't know any special breathing methods.

"One hundred and fifty strikes in one breath should be kid Feng's limit. Moreover, this method of hammering consumes a lot of physical strength; it wouldn't be easy to fully recover in half a day."

Tang Hao observed.

He actually possessed innate divine strength that could rival Little San's!

This truly made even Tang Hao feel incredibly surprised!

Clang!

This was very terrifying!

Tang Hao walked toward the furnace, and suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a piece of refined raw iron!

If someone teaches you and you learn it immediately, that is a genius.

Clang!

In other words, these techniques were common knowledge on Earth, not to mention he had also read Douluo Continent.

But if it were kid Feng, who used full-power strikes for every hit, he would be exhausted after at most fifty or sixty strikes, and it wouldn't be easy to recover in a short time.

Little San was usually steady; this idea must have been proposed by kid Feng, probably wanting to test his own level?

Boom!

A straightforward will allowed Wang Feng to persist!

If Tang Hao had seen this scene, he would definitely have stopped him.

The speed was not fast.

"Wait until you're exhausted and stop, then bring the hammer and the quarter-refined iron back yourself."

Tang Hao thought to himself, "As for me, I'll just go back and sleep for a while..."

Of course, Tang Hao didn't know.

This time, he was truly out of... oh no, he didn't have a single bit of strength left.

Tang Hao nodded slightly.

Tang Hao was originally a Title Douluo; now that he was holed up in Holy Soul Village and had been blacksmithing for several years, he naturally knew the difficulties involved.

Because a familiar warm current slowly gushed out from the location of his heart!

He hammered the piece of raw iron, one strike after another!

Tang San shook his head and said cautiously:

Wang Feng gritted his teeth, clearly feeling that his body didn't have a shred of strength left.

But it added a special feeling to him, who had been calm and exceptionally decadent for these years.

The next morning, breakfast.

One must know that using a giant hammer to refine raw iron requires extremely difficult control over the force of every strike!

Clang!

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he naturally knew how to prepare simple ointments.

By the end, it was so steady that the force of almost every strike didn't change in the slightest!

Therefore, Wang Feng was just rapidly becoming proficient in using these techniques; it wasn't that he had figured them out himself...

Tang Hao felt a long-lost sense of disparity; although it was very, very small, he didn't care and soon let it go.