From Douluo to Defying Heaven and Becoming a God Chapter 30

The youth didn't even look, simply reaching out to catch the rapidly flying documents. He nodded indifferently and turned to walk out.

The middle-aged man watched the departing figure, his gaze filled with admiration, a touch of affection, and a hint of guilt...

Inside Tang Hao's smithy, the sound of rhythmic clanging rang out. Two small figures were swinging iron hammers, while Tang Hao sat to the side, offering pointers from time to time.

The black iron hammer in Tang San's hand was a small forging hammer Tang Hao had specially cast for him, weighing a full twenty jin.

The forging hammer in Jiang Chen's hand, however, was much larger. It was one of the hammers Tang Hao himself used, weighing in at one hundred jin.

Tang Hao possessed quite a few forging hammers, and this was the lightest one. Yet, seeing Jiang Chen wielding it with such ease, both Tang Hao and his son couldn't help but be shocked.

This simply wasn't human!

Jiang Chen seemed tireless, continuously raising the heavy hammer high and bringing it down with force.

Tang San's competitive nature was ignited, and he wanted to see who could last longer.

However, ten minutes later, Tang San was drenched in sweat and nearly exhausted, while Jiang Chen had only just begun to break a light sweat.

Seeing Tang San stop, Jiang Chen also ceased his forging and wiped away his sweat.

Forging according to the methods Tang Hao taught really did exercise every part of his body; the effect was no worse than running while carrying that stone roller.

Tang San curiously leaned in toward Jiang Chen and pried open his hands, only to find that Jiang Chen's palms remained as fair and tender as ever, without the slightest bit of wear.

What a freak! Tang San couldn't help but mutter.

Chapter 15: The Drowned Boy

Time flew by, and two days passed.

Early in the morning, before the sun had even risen, a youth who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old stood beneath a large tree by the side of the path outside Holy Soul Village.

He had an ordinary appearance; the only distinctive features were his cold, emotionless eyes and his long, powerful fingers.

At this moment, he was holding a document in his hand, which contained some information:

Jiang Chen, six years old, just awakened his martial soul, martial soul: Zombie, innate full soul power, regarded by everyone in Holy Soul Village as a harbinger of plague, possesses innate divine strength, enjoys catching fish in the water in the morning...

The information on the document was extremely detailed, even including a portrait of Jiang Chen that bore an eight or nine-tenths resemblance.

This document was a summary compiled by their organization after a day of investigation and the information provided by Ma Xiunuo.

The assassin organization had specialized personnel for gathering intelligence, and it was not difficult to extract information about Jiang Chen from the villagers of Holy Soul Village without anyone noticing.

Ma Xiunuo had given them three days, and one day had already passed; the youth was now preparing to take action.

"Zombie martial soul? What kind of martial soul is that?" The youth was somewhat puzzled. As assassins, they often assassinated all sorts of targets and had their own research on martial souls, but he had never heard of a Zombie martial soul.

When he saw the mention of Jiang Chen's innate divine strength, a trace of disdain appeared on his wooden face. He sighed inwardly, thinking the investigators were being far too cautious, even writing down such useless information.

A six-year-old child—so what if he had innate divine strength? Could he really escape from the hands of a level 19 soul master like himself?

In his view, the so-called innate divine strength was likely nothing more than a hundred jin of force, and it was highly probable that the villagers of Holy Soul Village had exaggerated it.

Unfortunately, that investigator had not seen the scene of Jiang Chen running while carrying a stone roller; otherwise, he certainly would have circled the words "innate divine strength" in red ink and provided a detailed explanation.