A Boy Who Drowned

The boy didn't even look at it. He reached out and caught the documents flying toward him, gave a faint nod, then turned and walked away.

The middle-aged man watched him go, admiration and affection in his eyes, along with a trace of guilt...

In Tang Hao's blacksmith shop, clangs rang out as two small figures swung their hammers. Tang Hao sat nearby, offering guidance from time to time.

The black iron hammer in Tang San's hands was a small forging hammer Tang Hao had specially made for him. It weighed a full twenty pounds.

The forging hammer in Jiang Chen's hands was much larger. It was one of Tang Hao's own hammers and weighed a hundred pounds.

Tang Hao had quite a few forging hammers, and this was the lightest one. But when they saw Jiang Chen wielding it with effortless ease, Tang Hao and his son couldn't help but feel shocked.

This was simply inhuman!

Jiang Chen seemed never to tire. He kept raising the forging hammer high, then bringing it down with all his strength.

Tang San's competitive streak was roused, and he wanted to see which of them could keep going longer.

But ten minutes later, Tang San was already drenched in sweat and nearly exhausted, while Jiang Chen had only begun to perspire slightly.

When Tang San stopped, Jiang Chen also halted his forging and wiped away his sweat.

Forging according to Tang Hao's instructions really did exercise every part of his body. The results were no worse than running while carrying that stone roller.

Tang San curiously came over and pried open Jiang Chen's hand, only to find that his palm was still just as fair and smooth, without even the slightest abrasion.

"What a freak!" Tang San couldn't help muttering.

Chapter 15: A Boy Who Drowned

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

At dawn, before the sun had risen, a boy who looked to be eleven or twelve stood beneath a large tree beside the path outside Holy Soul Village.

He had an ordinary appearance. The only unusual things about him were his emotionless, icy eyes and his long, powerful fingers.

At that moment, he held a document in his hand. It contained a list of information.

Jiang Chen, six years old, had just awakened his Martial Soul. His Martial Soul was a Zombie, and he possessed Innate Full Soul Power. Everyone in Holy Soul Village regarded him as a bringer of misfortune. He was born with extraordinary strength and liked to go fishing in the river in the morning...

The information in the document was extremely detailed. It even included a portrait of Jiang Chen that looked almost exactly like him.

The organization had compiled the document after a day of investigation, adding in the information Ma Xiunuo had provided.

The assassin organization had professionals who specialized in gathering intelligence. It wasn't difficult to discreetly question the villagers of Holy Soul Village and find out about Jiang Chen.

Ma Xiunuo had given them three days. One day had already passed, and now the boy was preparing to make his move.

"Zombie Martial Soul? What kind of Martial Soul is that?" The boy was a little puzzled. As assassins, they often targeted all sorts of people and had their own understanding of Martial Souls, but he had never heard of a Zombie Martial Soul.

When he read that Jiang Chen had been born with extraordinary strength, a trace of disdain crossed his wooden face. He inwardly lamented that the investigators had been far too cautious, even including such useless information.

So what if a six-year-old child was born strong? Could he really escape the grasp of a nineteenth-rank Soul Master like him?

In his eyes, being born with extraordinary strength meant no more than being able to lift a hundred pounds. And the villagers of Holy Soul Village had probably exaggerated it anyway.

Unfortunately, the investigator hadn't seen Jiang Chen running while carrying the stone roller. Otherwise, he would certainly have circled the words "born with extraordinary strength" in red ink and added a detailed explanation.