Tang Hao's Killing Intent, Mastering the Chaotic Cloak Sword Dance!

"What is it?" Lin Chuan asked.

Tang San took a deep breath.

He looked around, made sure no one was nearby, then slowly raised his left hand.

Black light swirled, and a tiny pitch-black hammer appeared in his palm.

Tyrannical!

Even that was not enough to describe it!

"Actually, I have a second martial soul too." Tang San sounded a little embarrassed, since he had concealed it just now.

[First rule of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record: Never let anyone you cannot completely trust know the extent of your true strength.]

But Brother Lin Chuan was an exception!

Looking at the Clear Sky Hammer,

Lin Chuan reached out and gently patted Tang San's shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"Xiao San, Twin Martial Souls are a gift bestowed upon you by heaven, but they are also a tremendous test."

"I'm not surprised that you have them. I'm surprised that you dared to tell me."

"From now on, remember to develop steadily!"

"Once you grow strong enough, no one will be your match."

Tang San nodded.

"I understand. Father taught me that the tallest tree in the forest is the first to be destroyed by the wind. But I don't want to hide things from you, Brother."

Lin Chuan smiled. "Since we both have Twin Martial Souls, we'll keep each other in check and grow stronger together."

"Mm!" Tang San felt as though he and Brother Lin Chuan had returned to the same starting line!

The two returned to the blacksmith shop.

Tang Hao was still sitting there, drinking.

"Father, I awakened my martial soul. We're going to Nuoding City to attend school." Tang San displayed his Blue Silver Grass and gathered his courage as he spoke.

"School? What school? Who's going to cook?" Tang Hao said coldly. "What's the point of cultivating Blue Silver Grass? Wouldn't it be better to become a blacksmith?"

Tang San grew anxious. If he did not become stronger, how would he protect his brother in the future?

"I want to become a soul master."

"A soul master? What use is a soul master? Even the strongest soul master is nothing but trash!"

Tang Hao suddenly flew into a rage, violently smashing the wine bottle in his hand against the ground. Shards scattered everywhere.

Tang San jumped in fright. He did not understand why his father had reacted so strongly.

But Lin Chuan, standing beside him, knew very well what burden Tang Hao carried in his heart.

He said nothing and simply watched Tang San quietly.

Tang San gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his left hand. A flash of black light appeared, and the Clear Sky Hammer emerged!

"Father, then what if I have Twin Martial Souls?"

Tang Hao's entire body shook. He

lunged forward, grabbed Tang San's wrist, and stared fixedly at the little hammer.

His weathered eyes were filled with shock, pain, and longing.

"Twin Martial Souls... they're actually Twin Martial Souls."

"Did you tell anyone else?"

Tang Hao muttered to himself.

Then he abruptly turned his head, his gaze instantly locking onto Lin Chuan beside them.

A terrifying, suffocating pressure descended in an instant.

The killing intent of a Title Douluo!

Tang San did not know why Tang Hao had suddenly changed expression.

But as a disciple of the Tang Sect, he excelled at reading people.

Especially killing intent!

He instantly sensed his father's intent to kill Lin Chuan. He rushed in front of Lin Chuan and spread his arms wide.

"Father! Don't! I was the one who told Brother Lin Chuan!"

"You told him?"

The fury in Tang Hao's eyes intensified.

"Do you know this could bring you a disaster that destroys everything?"

"Isn't it just Twin Martial Souls? Brother Lin Chuan won't tell anyone!"

Tang San did not understand. Why was Tang Hao acting like this over nothing more than a hammer martial soul?

"Father, do you know? Brother Lin Chuan has Innate Full Soul Power! He even has Twin Martial Souls too!"

"Just now, Uncle Su Yuntao from Spirit Hall wanted Brother Lin Chuan to join Spirit Hall. He promised him the best resources and even said the Pope might take him as a disciple!"

When Tang Hao heard this, the killing intent around him paused slightly.

"But Brother Lin Chuan refused!"

Tang San choked up. "He said that to take care of me, so I wouldn't be left all alone, he rejected Spirit Hall's invitation right in front of them! He said loyalty mattered more than strength!"

"How could Lin Chuan possibly want to harm me?!"

"Father, I won't allow you to hurt Brother Lin Chuan! If you want to hurt him, kill me first!"

Tang San shouted the last words!

Lin Chuan stood nearby, gratified yet slightly embarrassed. Was he really that great?

Tang Hao froze.

He looked at the small, thin figure shielding Lin Chuan.

Then he looked at Lin Chuan standing behind Tang San, entirely unafraid.

The red light in Tang Hao's eyes gradually faded, and his aura slowly receded.

He released Tang San's hand and slumped back into his chair.

That was right. He was only a child. Was this really necessary?

After drinking for so many years, he had nearly drunk himself into uselessness too!

The Clear Sky Douluo of the past had fallen so low.

"Refusing Spirit Hall? What admirable loyalty."

Tang Hao closed his eyes, seeming to age ten years in an instant.

"I never expected that after living half my life, my judgment would be worse than that of two children."

"Lin Chuan," Tang Hao suddenly said.

"Uncle Tang." Lin Chuan remained neither servile nor overbearing.

"Thank you for taking care of Xiao San."

Tang Hao's voice was deep.

"Since you've decided to go to Nuoding City, then go. It's time for me to wake up as well."

Over the next three months, Tang Hao began teaching Tang San the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

Every afternoon, the clanging of hammering echoed through the blacksmith shop.

Tang San sweated profusely, putting his full strength into every strike as he felt the transmission of force and the mysteries of borrowing force to counter force.

Meanwhile, Lin Chuan moved a reclining chair outside and lay in the doorway basking in the sun.

He had a stalk of Blue Silver Grass in his mouth and a fan in his hand, offering a few pointers from time to time.

"Xiao San, your waist isn't exerting force properly. It needs to be like a spring."

"That hammer was too light. Your rhythm is off."

Tang San adjusted while being scolded, but inwardly, he thought:

Brother Lin Chuan may be lying down, but he must be practicing even more profound techniques in his mind.

He can identify my mistakes merely by listening to the sound. His ability to sense force is simply unfathomable!

At the same time, inside Lin Chuan's mind:

[Ding! Detected that Tang San has comprehended the essence of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. Proficiency increased.]

[Congratulations, host, for obtaining sword technique Chaotic Cloak Sword Dance. Improved based on the principles of the Chaotic Cloak, it is faster, stacks sword qi, and has no upper limit on layers.]

[Congratulations, host. Constitution +1.]

Lin Chuan comfortably rolled over.

Xiao San, you were pouring out sweat, while your brother was exhausting his brainpower!

Keep it up, little workhorse. I believe in you!

Finally, three months later, Tang San successfully forged a piece of Hundred Refined Iron.

Looking at that piece of refined iron, Tang San excitedly wiped away his sweat and turned to Lin Chuan.

"Brother, I succeeded!"

Lin Chuan opened his eyes, casually picked up a branch beside him, and gave it a light shake.

The branch streaked through the air, instantly trembling out nine sword flowers.

Each one contained a kind of layered force.

Smack!

The branch finally struck the piece of Hundred Refined Iron without breaking.

Instead, it left a deep white mark on the iron.

Tang San was stunned.

"You incorporated the force-borrowing principles of the Chaotic Cloak into swordsmanship?"

"And you comprehended it just by watching me forge iron? You even made the complex simple and wielded great weight with ease?"

"Xiao San, your hammer technique still has flaws." Lin Chuan tossed aside the branch and calmly showed off. "But for a beginner, it's already quite good."

Tang San was deeply struck, yet greatly encouraged.

Brother Lin Chuan had actually created a sword technique of his own over these three months!

How long would I need to study before I could catch up to such a realm?

"Pack your things. Grandpa Old Jack is coming to pick us up."

Lin Chuan clapped his hands.