Wang the Kid, What a Freak!

"If, during the first ten swings, Wang the Kid had some trouble exerting himself while swinging the sledgehammer, which made his strength uneven, then from the eleventh swing onward... he had already gained astonishingly precise control over the force of every blow." By the time Wang Feng's consciousness had grown completely hazy, his body was striking the raw iron almost entirely on instinct. Tang Hao was taken aback. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Xiao San, why are you messing around with herbs? Are you hurt?" Foresight, strong adaptability, unique insight, and a certain store of knowledge—all of these were advantages possessed by someone who had crossed over into another world. And that was exactly the case. "Ten... twenty... thirty... fifty..." If Tang Hao were still there, he would probably have been so shocked his jaw hit the floor... Tang Hao continued counting calmly. That was how Wang Feng had managed to grasp the techniques of forging so quickly! If someone taught you and you learned quickly, that was intelligence. "Six hundred..." Fifty strikes! Clang! Tang Hao's gaze flickered. Clang! The recoil from the force also placed an enormous strain on Wang Feng's body!... "Wang the Kid, you freak!!!" Wang Feng looked at the raw iron, now much smaller. It hadn't been heated in a blazing fire; his hammering alone had turned it red-hot! He recalled the sight of Wang the Kid swinging the sledgehammer yesterday. And he had done it without anyone guiding him! "He only swung the hammer ten times, and he immediately grasped techniques I've spent all these years figuring out..." The blows rang out at uneven intervals, too. Tang San put away the prepared salve and headed outside. Tang Hao felt that "genius" hardly did Wang Feng justice. One hundred and fifty strikes had only made his body feel tired, and his limit was far beyond that number! But the rhythm was steady! The little guy he'd watched grow up! A genius among geniuses? Naturally, he was being treated as a genius among geniuses! Tang Hao could almost see Wang Feng's heart, as if it possessed inexhaustible strength, pumping out stream after stream of blood like some primal force. Thinking this, Wang Feng lifted the sledgehammer again and brought it down! Wang Feng was able to grasp these techniques so quickly... because he had the knowledge he'd accumulated in his previous life. This was already terrifying! Not long after Tang San left. "Then, Father, I'll head out first." Tang Hao couldn't even be bothered to keep an eye on Xiao San, let alone Wang the Kid. Clang! "His stamina and endurance are extraordinary too... He's already struck more than a hundred times... and his breathing hasn't changed at all. That alone puts him ahead of Xiao San. And Xiao San couldn't make every strike a full-power blow while controlling his strength with such precision! The effect of this one strike is equal to ten strikes from Xiao San during his training these past few days!" If his father didn't agree, he'd be in a difficult spot, but he still had to tell him about it. Tang Hao shook his head. Wang the Kid's strength was enough to refine a quarter of the iron in a single go! He noticed that Xiao San was actually fiddling with herbs today. With feet as if glued to the earth, the force surging from his heart seemed to turn into streams of colored energy. It rose from the ground, grew from his calves, traveled up to his thighs, passed through his waist as its axis, then flowed through his back and arms, finally gathering in the hand gripping the sledgehammer. If he kept striking like this, he'd reach the limit his body could bear and injure himself! The farther he went, the more that would be the case! Instinctively, Tang Hao wanted to rush out and drag Tang San back inside... but after thinking it over, he decided against it. Give him three or four days, and he might finish refining the iron completely. That was absurd! Afterward, he'd rest for a while, then continue and strike a hundred times in one go. Tang Hao shook his head. He had no intention of telling the villagers about any of this. It was enough that he knew. Besides, that kid was probably extraordinarily gifted—more so than Xiao San! "No. Xiao San and I agreed to have a fight today. I was worried he'd get hurt, so I prepared some salve for him in advance..." As someone who had crossed over into another world, Wang Feng naturally had to make use of the advantages he'd brought with him, in addition to the cheat granted by the system. Tang Hao muttered to himself as he walked into the inner room, then flopped down and went to sleep... It was hard to imagine that this was the same Wang the Kid who was usually incredibly lazy, yet clever and bright, who liked dropping by to mooch meals whenever he had nothing better to do, and whom Tang Hao had once kicked out. Wang Feng delivered the final blow. His whole body was utterly weak, and his consciousness began to fade. He had no idea how many times he'd struck! Tang Hao calculated that at the strength of each of Wang the Kid's strikes, a hundred and fifty blows would refine a quarter of that piece of raw iron! The power surging 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 had been completely refined... It rang out with a clear, perfect note! Tang Hao was a clever man and had more or less guessed the reason. That one strike consumed more strength than any of his previous training! Hearing this, Tang Hao fell silent. But the kid was still just a child. Even if he was a little stronger, no one could say for sure who would win. Clang! Tang Hao's gaze fell on him. The unhurried, steady sound of hammering rang out. Wang Feng didn't stop as Tang Hao had expected. Instead, he gritted his teeth and pressed on. "Seven hundred..." Xiao San had spent ten days hammering before he could barely refine two-thirds of a piece of raw iron. Five hundred strikes in one go! That should be the limit! Wang Feng regulated his breathing. It wasn't enough; he couldn't be bothered to ask. They were just kids fighting, and Xiao San had always been steady and well-behaved. A fight wouldn't do him any harm. "Xiao San's comprehension is pretty good, and he has good control over his body, too. I didn't guide him, but even after a whole day of hammering, he only barely began to learn how to control the force in every part of his body as he struck. Even so, Xiao San's technique is nowhere near good enough. It'll take at least another ten days... before he can show any real results." Tang Hao stood in the shadows, counting every strike Wang Feng delivered. Seeing this, Tang Hao nodded and quietly left. He had already walked some distance from that secluded spot and couldn't hear the hammering anymore. After he left. Clang, clang, clang! But just then, Wang Feng felt his body temperature rising sharply with every strike. Tang Hao woke up leisurely and ate the breakfast Tang San had already prepared. But Wang Feng was concentrating so completely on hammering the raw iron that he had no idea Tang Hao was watching his every move! "I haven't taught Xiao San these techniques yet, because he's not ready for them when all he can do is swing a hammer. As for the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique, it's even too early for that! He needs more time." Tang Hao observed the furnace. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a piece of refined raw iron! The piece of raw iron he'd seen Wang Feng working on yesterday had been refined completely! And yet Tang Hao didn't know... While lying on the ground, Wang Feng's lips curled into a smile. Tang Hao would've stopped him immediately if he'd seen this. Clang! The little boy, barely half Tang Hao's height, had picked up a sledgehammer almost as tall as he was. His limit. This was his limit! But he was going to surpass it! Tang Hao murmured, "I never expected... Wang the Kid to figure out these techniques all by himself. A genius?" Tang Hao watched as the little figure kept swinging the sledgehammer, tirelessly. But Wang Feng's steady, rhythmic breathing allowed him to get the most out of every strike! The more Tang Hao watched, the more astonished he became. "All right. Be careful." Tang Hao replied flatly. "Wang the Kid always seems so lazy, as if his bones are about to fall apart... Who would've thought he was this capable in secret! His talent and physical strength are both incredible! The villagers have all misjudged him... They think he's only quick-witted. They never imagined he could be this impressive, right?" Tang Hao had been a genius himself once... These past few days, Xiao San had only just begun learning to swing a hammer. A hundred swings at a time was already his limit. Tang Hao's observation was accurate. After the hundred-and-fiftieth strike, Wang Feng's breathing was still steady, but it had grown somewhat uneven. After all, as Wang Feng hammered, his body also had to withstand a tremendous force! "One hundred and fifty strikes in one go should be Wang the Kid's limit. And this way of striking takes a lot out of him; it'll take half a day for him to fully recover." Tang Hao watched him. Yet he was still breathing evenly. His gaze fell on Wang the Kid. But this kid's every strike was a full-power blow. After at most fifty or sixty strikes, he'd be exhausted, and he wouldn't recover quickly. Xiao San shook his head and said cautiously: "Wang Feng clenched his teeth. Though he felt he had not an ounce of strength left, his stubborn resolve kept him going! If he were taught by someone and learned in one try, he'd be a genius. But to figure it out on his own... what was this? "Forget it. Xiao San prepared the salve... Let's just say he prepared it for himself." But although the years had left him as calm as still water and unusually dispirited, this brought back a peculiar feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. He knew that in any kind of training, breathing was the most important thing, though Wang Feng didn't know any special breathing techniques. Clang! His strength rose and fell with each strike! It was a perfect blow, landing squarely on the raw iron! Suddenly, Tang Hao's body jolted. He stared at the fully refined piece of raw iron in utter disbelief. This was terrifying! Tang Hao felt a strange sense of distance he hadn't experienced in years. It was faint, very faint, and he didn't care much about it. Before long, he'd made peace with it. This proved that the kid possessed unparalleled comprehension and control over every muscle in his body! He knew that even though Xiao San was just as clever, it was hard for him to match Wang the Kid's precise control over the force of every strike! The difference was enormous! Seeing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief. A single six-year-old boy had actually managed to refine an entire piece of raw iron in one go!!! Wang Feng collapsed. Tang Hao had seen the strike clearly. It was an extremely terrifying feat! One hundred strikes in a row... he still hadn't surpassed his limits! The little kid's stubborn will allowed Wang Feng to keep going! That meant the Meteor Tear hadn't released any energy... meaning he still hadn't surpassed his limits... "A hundred strikes in one go. That should be Wang the Kid's limit. And striking like this puts a huge strain on his body. He won't fully recover for half a day." Tang Hao watched. His strikes weren't fast. But Wang Feng wanted to surpass his limits! After Wang Feng collapsed to the ground, a smile curled at the corners of his mouth. Tang Hao wasn't there to witness it—he'd already gone back to the village. "Pretty girls, powerful Martial Spirits, and flashy ways to show off... Mm... I have to keep going..." Because while striking, Wang Feng also had to endure a tremendous amount of recoil! He didn't know how many strikes he'd delivered. But what he didn't know was that the Meteor Tear had surged with power! Tang Hao kept counting steadily. He knew that the force of every hammer blow was hard to control when refining raw iron with a sledgehammer! Clang! In other words, these techniques were common knowledge on Earth, and he'd even read Douluo Continent. Of course, Tang Hao didn't know that. One strike after another, Wang Feng hammered the raw iron! In his previous life, Wang Feng had already gathered this knowledge, so all he was doing was quickly getting used to these techniques. He hadn't figured them out on his own... Tang Hao felt a familiar warmth slowly rise from the area around his heart! It was almost perfect, with barely any change in the force of each blow! Xiao San was usually so steady. Wang the Kid must've come up with this idea, probably wanting to test his own strength. He wasn't going to ask. It was just a fight between kids. "A hundred and fifty strikes in one go should be Wang the Kid's limit. And striking like this puts a huge strain on his body. It'll take half a day for him to recover completely." Tang Hao watched. The more he watched, the more astonished he became. "This Wang the Kid is usually so lazy, as if he can barely keep his bones from falling apart... Who'd have guessed he was this formidable in secret! He's so talented, and his physical constitution is so strong! The villagers have all misjudged him... They think he's just quick-witted. They never expected him to be this impressive, right?" Tang Hao had been a genius himself once... These past few days, Xiao San had only just started learning to swing a hammer. A hundred swings at a time was already his limit. Tang Hao had observed carefully. After a hundred and fifty strikes, Wang Feng's breathing was still steady, but it had grown somewhat uneven. After all, Wang Feng had to endure a tremendous force with every strike! If Tang Hao had seen him, he would have stopped him at once. But Tang Hao had returned to the village. He hadn't even exceeded his limit yet! The Meteor Tear hadn't released any energy... which meant he still hadn't gone beyond his limit. Tang Hao's gaze settled on Wang the Kid. Clang! Wang Feng's body temperature rose sharply with each blow. Tang Hao had just woken up, and was eating the breakfast Tang San had already cooked. Wang Feng was concentrating so hard on hammering the raw iron that he didn't notice Tang Hao watching him. "I haven't taught Xiao San these techniques yet, because he's not ready for them when all he can do is swing a hammer. The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique is even more premature. He needs more time." Tang Hao looked toward the furnace. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a piece of fully refined raw iron! It was the same piece he had seen Wang Feng hammering yesterday! And yet Tang Hao didn't know... Tang Hao walked toward the furnace. Suddenly, he spotted a piece of refined raw iron! It was the piece he'd seen Wang Feng working on yesterday. If someone taught you and you learned it at once, that was genius. But figuring it out by yourself... what was that? "Never mind. Xiao San prepared the salve... Let's just say he prepared it for himself." But as he fell to the ground, Wang Feng's lips curled into a smile. He had no strength left at all. He'd finally surpassed his limits once again! But he still hadn't surpassed them completely! "A hundred strikes in one go. That should be the limit!" Wang Feng took slow, even breaths. That wasn't enough. He couldn't be bothered to ask. It was just a fight between kids. Xiao San had always been steady and well-behaved; a fight wouldn't hurt him. "Although Xiao San's comprehension and control over his body are both pretty good, I didn't guide him. Even so, after a full day of hammering, he only barely started learning to control the force of each part of his body as he struck. And Xiao San's technique still isn't good enough. It'll take at least another ten days... before he can show any real results." Tang Hao stood in the shadows, counting every strike Wang Feng delivered. Seeing this, Tang Hao nodded and quietly left. He had walked some distance from the secluded spot, and could no longer hear the hammering. Once he'd left. Clang, clang, clang! Wang Feng's body temperature rose sharply with every strike. Tang Hao woke up leisurely and ate the breakfast Tang San had already prepared. But Wang Feng was so absorbed in hammering the raw iron that he didn't notice Tang Hao observing every move he made. "I haven't taught Xiao San these techniques yet, because he's not ready for them when all he can do is swing a hammer. The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique is even more premature. He needs more time." Tang Hao stood by the furnace. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a piece of fully refined raw iron! It was the same piece of raw iron he'd seen Wang Feng working on yesterday. And yet Tang Hao didn't know... Wang Feng collapsed. Tang Hao would've stopped him immediately if he'd seen it. He had no idea how many times he'd struck. Tang Hao calculated that a hundred and fifty blows at Wang the Kid's strength would refine a quarter of that piece of raw iron! The Meteor Tear's power had surged forth! It proved that Wang Feng had finally surpassed his body's limits once again! But not until the raw iron was completely refined... It rang out with a clear, perfect note! Tang Hao was a clever man. He'd more or less guessed what was going on. That blow consumed more strength than any of his previous training! Hearing this, Tang Hao fell silent. But they were just kids fighting. Even if one was stronger, no one could say for sure who'd win. Clang! Tang Hao watched. The slow, steady rhythm of hammering continued. Wang Feng didn't stop as Tang Hao had expected. He gritted his teeth and kept going. "Seven hundred..." Xiao San had spent ten days hammering before he could barely refine two-thirds of a piece of raw iron. Five hundred strikes in one go! That should be the limit! Wang Feng regulated his breathing. It wasn't enough. He couldn't be bothered to ask. It was only a fight between kids, and Xiao San had always been steady and well-behaved. A fight wouldn't hurt him. "Although Xiao San's comprehension is pretty good, and he has good control over his body, I didn't guide him. Even after a whole day of hammering, he only barely started learning to control the force of every part of his body as he struck. Even so, Xiao San's technique still isn't good enough. It'll take at least another ten days... before he can show any real results." Tang Hao stood in the shadows, counting every strike Wang Feng delivered. Seeing this, Tang Hao nodded and quietly left. He'd walked some distance from the secluded spot and could no longer hear the hammering. Once he'd left. Clang, clang, clang! With every blow, Wang Feng felt his body temperature rise sharply. Tang Hao woke up leisurely and ate the breakfast Tang San had already prepared. Wang Feng was completely focused on hammering the raw iron and had no idea Tang Hao was watching him. "I haven't taught Xiao San these techniques yet, because he's not ready for them when all he can do is swing a hammer. The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique is even more premature. He needs more time." Tang Hao looked at the furnace. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a piece of fully refined raw iron! It was the same piece Wang Feng had been hammering yesterday. And yet Tang Hao didn't know... As someone who'd crossed over into another world, Wang Feng naturally had to make use of his advantages, in addition to the cheat the system had given him. Otherwise, what kind of transmigrator would he be? Wang Feng didn't want to bring shame to the transmigrators who'd come before him. Clang! With each strike, a familiar warmth slowly rose from the area around Wang Feng's heart! Even though he felt he had no strength left, his stubborn will kept him going! "Pretty girls, powerful Martial Spirits, and flashy ways to show off... Mm... I have to keep going..." After all, while hammering, Wang Feng also had to endure tremendous recoil! Tang Hao knew that controlling the force of every blow was very difficult when refining raw iron with a sledgehammer! Clang! To put it another way, these techniques were common knowledge on Earth, and Wang Feng had even read Douluo Continent. Of course, Tang Hao didn't know that. One strike after another, Wang Feng hammered the raw iron! Tang Hao had been a genius himself once... These past few days, Xiao San had only just started learning to swing a hammer. A hundred strikes in one go was already his limit. Tang Hao watched carefully. After a hundred and fifty strikes, Wang Feng's breathing was still steady, though it had grown somewhat uneven. After all, every blow sent a tremendous force crashing back into Wang Feng! His breathing stayed steady and rhythmic, allowing him to get the most out of every strike. "He can even make every strike a full-power blow, while controlling the force with such precision! Xiao San couldn't do that!" Tang Hao was stunned. Wang the Kid had refined a quarter of the raw iron in a single go! Give him three or four days, and he might finish refining it completely. That was absurd! Afterward, he'd rest for a while before continuing with another hundred strikes in one go. Tang Hao shook his head. He had no intention of telling the villagers about any of this. It was enough that he knew. "Wang the Kid, you freak!!!" Tang Hao could almost see Wang Feng's heart, as if it possessed inexhaustible strength, pumping out streams of blood like some primal force. He watched the little figure tirelessly swing the sledgehammer. The kid was only half his height, yet he'd picked up a hammer almost as tall as he was. He could barely believe that the usually lazy, clever little guy who dropped by to mooch meals and got kicked out by Tang Hao could be so formidable. "Wang the Kid, you really are a freak!" Tang Hao muttered as he headed into the inner room, then flopped down and went to sleep... The following morning, Tang Hao woke up and ate the breakfast Tang San had already prepared. "No. Xiao San and I agreed to have a fight today. I was worried he'd get hurt, so I prepared some salve for him in advance..." Hearing this, Tang Hao fell silent. He looked at Tang San and asked, "Xiao San, why are you messing around with herbs? Are you hurt?" Tang San shook his head and said cautiously: "Tang Hao nodded. "All right. Be careful." "Then, Father, I'll head out first." Tang Hao replied flatly. After Tang San left, Tang Hao glanced at the spot where Wang Feng was hammering. Wang Feng, the little guy he'd watched grow up, had unexpectedly turned out to be a genius among geniuses. Even Xiao San, whom Tang Hao couldn't be bothered to keep an eye on, was no match for him. Tang Hao couldn't help wondering whether Wang Feng might be even more gifted than Xiao San. But a fight between children could go either way. He shook his head and went back to sleep. Meanwhile, Wang Feng kept striking the raw iron. "Ten... twenty... thirty... fifty..." Tang Hao continued to count calmly. "Six hundred..." Fifty strikes! Clang! Tang Hao's gaze flickered. Clang! The force of the recoil placed an enormous strain on Wang Feng's body. "Five hundred strikes!" Wang Feng's strikes were slow, but each one landed with perfect precision. His feet seemed glued to the ground, and the power surging from his heart flowed through his body, from his calves to his thighs, through his waist and back, down his arms, and finally into the hand gripping the sledgehammer. With every blow, his body temperature rose sharply. He breathed steadily, using every strike to its fullest. But as he continued, each blow took more out of him. He was reaching the limit his body could bear. If he kept going, he would injure himself. Yet Wang Feng didn't stop. He gritted his teeth and pressed on. Tang Hao watched in astonishment. "His stamina and endurance are extraordinary. He's already struck more than a hundred times, and his breathing is still steady. That alone puts him ahead of Xiao San. And Xiao San couldn't make every strike a full-power blow while controlling his strength so precisely. One of Wang the Kid's strikes has the effect of ten of Xiao San's strikes during these past few days of training!" Tang Hao had never taught Xiao San these techniques, because they were too advanced for him. The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique was even more premature. Xiao San needed more time. "Xiao San's comprehension is pretty good, and he has good control over his body. I didn't guide him, but even after a day of hammering, he only barely started learning to control the force of every part of his body as he struck. Even so, his technique still isn't good enough. It'll take at least another ten days before he can show any real results." Tang Hao had been a genius himself once, but Wang Feng was something else entirely. If someone taught him and he learned quickly, he'd be a genius. But to figure out the techniques on his own... Tang Hao couldn't even find the words. "He only swung the hammer ten times, and he immediately grasped techniques I've spent all these years figuring out..." Tang Hao was convinced that Wang Feng's talent was beyond anything he'd ever seen. As he watched, he felt a strange sensation he hadn't experienced in a long time. The sight of Wang Feng swinging the sledgehammer brought back memories of yesterday. Tang Hao wanted to rush outside and bring Tang San back, but after thinking it over, he decided against it. Xiao San had prepared the salve. He'd just let Wang Feng use it. Tang Hao was a clever man and had more or less guessed the reason. Wang Feng had the knowledge he'd brought from his previous life. The techniques were common knowledge on Earth, and he'd even read Douluo Continent. He was simply getting used to them quickly, not figuring them out on his own. But Tang Hao didn't know that. Wang Feng had no intention of disgracing the transmigrators who'd come before him. If there were a system, it would only make those advantages even more useful. In any case, he had to make the most of his knowledge and experience from his previous life. His breathing remained steady and rhythmic, letting him maximize each strike. The blows gradually grew more consistent, until the force of each one barely changed. Tang Hao watched from the shadows, counting every strike. He was amazed that Wang Feng had figured out the techniques without anyone guiding him. "This kid's talent and physical strength are both extraordinary. The villagers have all misjudged him. They think he's only quick-witted, never realizing how impressive he is." Wang Feng kept striking the raw iron. The Meteor Tear's power surged from his heart, flowing through his body like colored energy. It rose from the earth, grew from his calves, flowed up his thighs, passed through his waist and back, traveled along his arms, and gathered in the hand holding the sledgehammer. Yet the Meteor Tear hadn't released any energy. He still hadn't surpassed his limits. Wang Feng could feel that his body had reached its limit, but he was determined to go beyond it. He swung the sledgehammer again and again, striking the raw iron. The blows continued, unhurried and steady. Clang! Clang! Clang! His body grew hotter with every strike. He was exhausted, and his consciousness began to fade. He no longer knew how many times he'd struck. Tang Hao calculated that a hundred and fifty of Wang the Kid's blows would refine a quarter of the raw iron. Xiao San had spent ten days hammering before he could barely refine two-thirds of a piece. Wang the Kid, meanwhile, could refine a quarter of it in one go. He might finish the job in three or four days. That was too much. After a hundred and fifty strikes, Wang Feng's breathing began to grow uneven. His body could only take so much. Tang Hao felt that a hundred and fifty strikes was probably his limit, and that the strain would take half a day to recover from. But Wang Feng didn't stop. "One hundred and fifty strikes in one go should be my limit..." Wang Feng kept his breathing steady. "Five hundred strikes! That should be the limit!" He pushed on. The Meteor Tear still hadn't released its energy, which meant he hadn't surpassed his limit. But he was going to. "Seven hundred..." Wang Feng carried on, refusing to give up. He'd once been a genius himself, but he'd never seen anyone like this. Even Xiao San couldn't make every strike a full-power blow while controlling his strength so precisely. Tang Hao was shocked. Wang Feng continued hammering until the raw iron was completely refined. The blows rang out with a clear, perfect note. At last, Wang Feng collapsed. He had no strength left, and his consciousness faded. A familiar warmth surged from his heart—the Meteor Tear's power! He'd finally surpassed his body's limits once more. Even as he fell to the ground, a smile curled at the corners of his mouth. He'd done it.