The moment he finished speaking.
Tang San suddenly raised his left hand!
"Buzz—!"
Accompanied by a deep, heavy hum, a jet-black glow suddenly burst from Tang San's palm!
Immediately afterward, a small iron hammer, entirely black and covered in fine patterns, radiating an extremely terrifying sense of power and oppression, appeared in Tang San's hand!
It was none other than the number one Weapon Martial Soul on the Douluo Continent—the Clear Sky Hammer!
"Master, this is my second Martial Soul!"
Tang San held the Clear Sky Hammer in both hands and dropped to one knee, his expression incomparably sincere.
"The reason I didn't tell you the moment I became your disciple was because... of my biological father's strict instructions!"
"Before I left the village, he repeatedly warned me that before I became powerful enough, I must never show this hammer to anyone. Otherwise, it would bring about a deadly disaster!"
At this point, Tang San raised his head and looked directly into Xue Bingchen's eyes, his eye sockets reddening slightly.
"But after spending these past few days together, I trust you, Master!
You have taught me everything as though I were your own son. This kindness and care are things that not even my biological father, who spends all day drinking himself senseless, has ever given me!"
"So before you, Master, I, Tang San, have absolutely nothing to hide!"
Seeing Tang San's utterly sincere, almost heart-baring expression, Xue Bingchen sighed inwardly.
This kid really is stubborn to the bone.
Xue Bingchen slowly rose to his feet, his gaze falling upon the small black hammer in Tang San's hand as he spoke calmly.
"Yes. The Clear Sky Hammer is known as the number one Weapon Martial Soul on the Douluo Continent. Its power is unmatched."
Then, Xue Bingchen changed the subject