Stealing Tang San's Techniques!

A week later.

Under the vast blue sky and endless green fields outside Holy Soul Village, a little boy leaped and bounded like an agile monkey, weaving through the forest.

Behind him, a bull was furious, its eyes bloodshot and breath heaving. It gathered all its strength, determined to gore the boy in red ahead of it with the horns on its head!

Yang Ming's black eyes changed, three tomoe revolving within his pupils. He turned back and grinned.

"Big dumb bull!"

Provoked by Yang Ming, the bull grew even angrier, charging forward with even greater momentum. Even an adult would have to give an enraged bull a wide berth. Every year, quite a few people were gored to death by raging bulls in Spanish bullrings, proving the point.

Yet Yang Ming showed not the slightest fear in the face of the rampaging bull. With Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track beneath his feet, his entire body immediately became hazy and elusive.

You weren't mistaken—Yang Ming was using Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

Ever since obtaining the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, how could Yang Ming possibly refrain from secretly learning Tang San's ultimate techniques?

Yang Ming and Tang San had been born around the same time. They had grown up together and trained on the mountain together. Tang San was not overly guarded against Yang Ming and cultivated as usual, which gave Yang Ming the perfect opportunity to take advantage.

Of course, inner cultivation methods like the Mysterious Heaven Skill and eye-training techniques like Purple Demon Eyes were things the Three-Tomoe Sharingan could not copy.

However, he could secretly learn techniques such as Mysterious Jade Hand for hand training, Seize Crane, Capture Dragon for grappling, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track for movement, and Hundred Explanations of Hidden Weapons for using hidden weapons.

Still, secretly learning something was one matter; putting it into practice was another.

Over the past week, Yang Ming had terrorized quite a few animals in the forest. The bull behind him was merely one of the victims.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was by no means the fastest footwork technique, but it was certainly among the most nimble and profound. Though the bull was fast, it moved slowly in the eyes of the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, every motion falling clearly into Yang Ming's sight.

Yang Ming knew very well that his small body could never compare to a bull in straight-line speed. Therefore, he could only rely on nimble footwork.

Using his agile movement technique, he dodged the bull's charges several times in succession. This drove the bull into an even greater fury, somehow giving it another burst of speed, like a car suddenly flooring the accelerator.

Yang Ming smiled to himself and thought:

This is exactly the moment I've been waiting for!

In that split second where the slightest error could lead to a vast difference, Yang Ming's figure flickered as he abruptly dodged to the side, completely catching the bull off guard. Its charge missed entirely.

At the same time, carried by its forward momentum, the bull could not stop its hooves. The two horns atop its head plunged straight into a large banyan tree ahead, leaving it unable to pull free as it kicked helplessly.

Yang Ming snapped off a branch. In his hands, it moved as flexibly as a swimming dragon.

Merciless Charge!

Using the branch as support, he sprang into the air. Yang Ming descended from above, his makeshift spear thrusting like a dragon, and with the force of his fall, he drove it hard into the back of the bull's neck.

"Ugh!"

The bull's body shuddered as if struck by lightning. Its eyes rolled white, foam spilled from its mouth, and it fainted on the spot.

Looking at the broken branch in his hand, Yang Ming shook his head. Every force had an equal reaction; an ordinary branch simply could not withstand such backlash.

"Looks like it's time to forge a weapon that suits me."

Patting the unconscious bull beneath him, Yang Ming climbed down from its back and headed straight for the village.

The Tang family lived on the western side of Holy Soul Village, near the village entrance. Their three mud-brick rooms could be called the most rundown dwellings in the entire village. Above the roof of the main house hung a wooden sign about one meter across, painted with a crude hammer. In this world, a hammer most commonly represented a blacksmith.

The sky was only beginning to brighten.

The village was quiet. From time to time, a rooster crowed or a watchdog barked. Tang San was still cultivating on the small hill, while Tang Hao liked to sleep in the mornings. Yang Ming had often come to play with Tang San in the past and was already familiar with the Tang home. He entered the smithy and looked at the hammer.

Yang Ming intended to use this hammer to forge himself a suitable spearhead!

Yang Ming naturally knew that on Douluo Continent, an ordinary iron spear was not particularly useful. However, he was still growing, and an iron spear would better allow him to practice the spear techniques related to Han Xin in his mind.

Yang Ming tried to pick up the hammer.

"Ah, it's heavy!"

The hammer weighed at least seventy or eighty jin. Even an adult might not be able to lift it, much less use it to hammer iron billets. It was not hard to imagine how much perseverance and determination Tang San needed to use this hammer to train the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique.

Geniuses were not terrifying. What was terrifying was a genius who worked harder than you!

If it had been an ordinary child, without Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill to support him, he could only have lifted this hammer at the age of six if he had been born with extraordinary strength.

Yet strangely enough, Yang Ming could actually lift the hammer!

Of course, it was not because Yang Ming had been born with great strength. His eyes turned thoughtful. Ever since Old Jack had told him a week ago that the awakening ceremony would be held soon, an extra ingredient had appeared in his daily meals: a kind of red fruit. Every time he ate it, Yang Ming could clearly feel a warm current flooding into his body. After sleeping, he could feel his strength increase even further.

By now, the strength contained within Yang Ming's small body was no weaker than that of an adult—perhaps even greater.

Yang Ming had questioned this before and asked Old Jack about it. Yet every time, Old Jack merely wore a mysterious smile, leaving Yang Ming utterly confused.

Over time, Yang Ming stopped dwelling on the matter. He believed Old Jack would not harm him; otherwise, he would have died shortly after transmigrating here.

Yang Ming knew that Tang Hao was probably still asleep at this hour, so he did not disturb him. After leaving a note on the table saying that he was taking the hammer and a piece of raw iron, he carried both items and searched the smithy for a place to work the metal.

The moment Yang Ming left, Tang Hao appeared at the bedroom window at some unknown time. Watching Yang Ming's departing back, surprise appeared on his face as he muttered sleepily:

"Little Yang can actually lift that hammer?"

Yang Ming often came to play with Tang San, so Tang Hao naturally knew that Yang Ming was not born with extraordinary strength. He had never shown such power before. Stroking the stubble on his chin, Tang Hao cursed inwardly:

Could it be that the awakening ceremony is approaching, and the village chief gave Little Yang some special treatment?

At that thought, Tang Hao's expression froze.

What could he do? Storm into the village chief's home, grab his beard, and curse him out?

Was having connections such a big deal?

Yang Ming would say: yes, having connections really was awesome!

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