Tang Hao's Shock!

Tang Hao was worried about Yang Ming, afraid that he would damage his body while using the iron hammer. If that happened, Tang Hao would have no way to answer to the village chief.

Hiding behind the door, Tang Hao poked his head out and watched Yang Ming stand before the forge, take off his coat, and reveal a healthy wheat-colored body.

Despite his young age, he had already built solid muscles. His abdomen showed a distinct six-pack, all thanks to the strict training regimen Village Chief Old Jack had devised for Yang Ming.

Although they were all the most basic exercises, the basics were sometimes the most effective.

Moreover, the red fruits the village chief had been feeding Yang Ming these past few days had given him strength far beyond that of an adult.

Explosive muscles bulged across his body like hard granite, sharply defined and filled with extraordinary power and force. His wheat-colored skin flaunted the incomparable strength he possessed.

Yang Ming wore a cold expression, his lips set in a stern line.

His eyes were bright and sharp, as fierce and swift as an eagle pouncing on a rabbit.

Yang Ming had often visited the old Tang household over the years, and with the Three-Tomoe Sharingan's ability to copy, he had long since gained a clear understanding of weapon forging. He lit the charcoal fire and steadily pumped the bellows with great force. He was not especially fast, but he was clearly very familiar with controlling the heat.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The bellows sounded, and flames rose from the charcoal furnace, scorching the raw iron.

Once the raw iron gradually turned red, Yang Ming gripped a black iron hammer and viciously struck the indented piece of raw iron beneath it. Amid the clangs of "clang, clang, clang," the constantly changing shape of the raw iron showed that he was roughly forging a spearhead.

The iron hammer was very heavy. Even adults found it difficult to wield.

Yang Ming gathered all his strength, veins bulging along the muscles of his arms.

Every time the hammer fell, sparks flew, casting Yang Ming's face crimson.

Watching Yang Ming forge a weapon so skillfully, even Tang Hao, once a Titled Douluo, could not help rubbing his eyes again and again to make sure the Yang Ming before him was not someone else in disguise, but Yang Ming himself.

"I've never heard of the village chief giving little Yang forging lessons. How did he learn blacksmithing?"

Yang Ming being able to lift the iron hammer was not particularly frightening.

After all, his San could do the same.

What was frightening was that someone who had never learned blacksmithing was actually comparable to a blacksmith with decades of experience.

San knowing how to forge could still be explained by him being influenced by it from a young age.

But that explanation could not be applied to Yang Ming!

Tang Hao stroked the stubble on his cheek and asked himself what he had been doing at Yang Ming's age. He was probably still playing with mud in the fields, wasn't he?

With that thought, Tang Hao's face immediately darkened.

Didn't that mean he had spent the past several decades living like a dog?

"Could it be that there really are geniuses in this world who are born knowing everything?"

Tang Hao's body trembled, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Yes, only the word genius could explain all of this!

Tang Hao watched Yang Ming with complete concentration. He had no choice but to pay attention. He had not thought much of Yang Ming before, since he was just a little brat, but now that Tang Hao had decided Yang Ming was a once-in-a-century genius, his status instantly became different.

Besides, his San would also be taking part in the awakening ceremony before long. If nothing unexpected happened, Yang Ming would be San's greatest rival!

He had to gather some information for San!

You never knew until you looked; once he looked, Tang Hao was shocked.

Under Tang Hao's meticulous observation, he discovered something incredibly startling!

The iron handle of the hammer was deliberately rough to prevent slipping. A child's palm was comparatively tender, and constant swinging would create friction against the hand, inevitably causing considerable damage. Before long, the web between the thumb and forefinger would certainly split.

Yet Tang Hao discovered that during Yang Ming's forging process,

his tender little hands showed no change whatsoever. He did not even have a single blister. This was exactly the same as his San! Over the past week, Yang Ming had secretly copied Tang San's Mysterious Jade Hand with the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

The Mysterious Jade Hand could make one's palms exceptionally tough and block all toxins.

After a long while, Yang Ming placed the forged iron blank into cold water. With a sizzling sound, the temperature within the iron blank dropped sharply. When he took it out again a while later, it had already formed a diamond-shaped spearhead. Resting in his palm, it gave off a cool, pleasant sensation.

All he needed was to find a wooden shaft and fit the spearhead onto it, and he would have a handy red-tasseled spear.

Yang Ming was very satisfied with this creation. Carrying the spearhead, he left the blacksmith shop, leaving Tang Hao alone inside to ponder deeply.

When Tang San returned home from the small hill after his usual early morning cultivation, he unexpectedly found that Tang Hao was not sleeping. Instead, he sat in a chair with a dark expression.

It was obvious that Tang Hao had been waiting for Tang San to return.

This made Tang San feel somewhat uneasy, unsure of what had happened.

Tang San cautiously stepped forward and asked,

"Father, why does your complexion look so bad?"

Tang Hao glared at Tang San irritably. In Tang Hao's heart, San had originally already been a very fine genius, but the world was interesting that way. Once compared with someone else, Tang Hao always felt that Tang San was lacking something.

"Look at little Yang from the village chief's house. How diligent he is with his training!" Tang Hao said bitterly. "I just saw him in our home, and he actually forged a spearhead! Look at him, then look at you. You're still struggling with that lump of iron. Why can't you be more promising like him?"

There was a kind of excellence known as someone else's child.

Tang San had never expected to be met with a harsh scolding from Tang Hao the moment he returned home, and he was utterly confused.

I'm so wronged. What is this supposed to be?

The father and son rarely communicated, so Tang Hao told Tang San everything he had just witnessed.

When he heard that Yang Ming's palms had not been injured at all, a sharp light flashed through Tang San's eyes.

"Father, I'm going out for a while. I'll come back for breakfast later!"

After tossing out those words, Tang San hurriedly ran from the blacksmith shop. There was something he had to confirm with Yang Ming: whether Yang Ming had cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Manual!

Because the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Manual was his greatest secret. He absolutely could not allow anyone else to know about it!

Yang Ming had only just left, and Tang San used his lightness skill, quickly catching up and finding Yang Ming. Because he was too concerned and anxious, his tone was somewhat aggressive.

"Yang Ming, tell me. Have you cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Manual?"

Seeing Tang San's anxious appearance, Yang Ming immediately understood. Tang Hao must have seen the Mysterious Jade Hand he had revealed earlier and told Tang San about it.

However, Yang Ming was not afraid in the slightest. Instead, he asked in return,

"What do you think?"

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