If he continued the treatment, he would only need a little more time to heal the injury completely, letting him get out of bed and walk on the spot.
But that would be too shocking. A child who had just awakened his Martial Soul casually healing a broken bone might invite suspicion and prying eyes.
Han Qiu had never thought of harming anyone, but he couldn't do without a guard against others. As the saying went, a forest big enough had every kind of bird.
Stopping while he was ahead was the safest choice.
"It's much better! Really, so much better! Little Qiu, your Martial Soul is incredible!" Uncle Zhang's face was full of amazement as he exclaimed again and again, his voice brimming with gratitude. "I thought I'd have to lie here for another two or three months at least before I recovered, but the way it feels now, I'll be completely healed in ten days at most! You've really done your uncle a huge favor!"
The healing ability of the Martial Soul of Light really was powerful!
A mere thirty percent of his Soul Power had healed most of the fracture. If he used it at full strength, let alone a broken bone, even someone on the verge of death from severe injuries could probably be dragged back from the gates of the underworld, as long as they still had a breath left.
Such heaven-defying healing ability ranked among the very best on the entire Douluo Continent!
"It was no trouble at all. Just get plenty of rest, Uncle Zhang," Han Qiu said with a faint smile, quietly concealing the excitement and astonishment in his heart.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries and politely declining Uncle Zhang's repeated thanks, Han Qiu turned and left.
After Tang Hao learned that Tang San had Twin Martial Souls, and that his Second Martial Soul was the Clear Sky Hammer, he no longer stopped Tang San from going to school.
On the second day after the Martial Soul Awakening, Tang San and Han Qiu came to the foot of the little mountain where they often trained.
"Come on, Little San. Let me see how strong you are."
"Then you'd better be careful."
The moment Tang San finished speaking, he shot toward Han Qiu like an arrow, sending a straight punch at his chest.
By Tang San's reckoning, his speed was already far beyond that of ordinary people his age. An opponent without combat training would most likely be knocked down by that punch outright. Even a grown man would find it anything but easy to block it calmly.
But just as the fist was about to touch Han Qiu's chest, time seemed to slow abruptly. Han Qiu pulled his head back an inch, and that inch was just enough to let him narrowly evade the heavy punch.
His strike missed, but Tang San didn't hesitate. He flowed from a punch into an elbow strike, driving his elbow sideways toward Han Qiu's shoulder.
A faint smile on his lips, Han Qiu shifted a few inches to the side and once again avoided the elbow strike by a hair's breadth.
Tang San was slightly surprised. He hadn't expected Han Qiu to dodge with such precision every time, just as an attack was about to land.
"Was that a coincidence?" Tang San frowned.
The next instant, his fists and feet struck together. His moves followed a precise method, and his attacks changed unpredictably, one after another, sweeping toward Han Qiu like a raging storm.
Tang San's assault was relentless, overlapping shadows of palms and fists filling the air. They seemed chaotic, but concealed within them was the subtle force of the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Every move targeted a vulnerable point on Han Qiu's body, alternating between fast and slow as Tang San constantly probed him.
As expected of the only child in Holy Soul Village I acknowledge.
Han Qiu remained where he stood, never moving his feet far. With only the slightest shifts of his body, he dodged the incoming fists and feet again and again.
Qi-State Origin-Flow circulated within him, amplifying his senses without limit. Every time Tang San's muscles tensed or his center of gravity shifted, Han Qiu saw it all. The trajectory of each of Tang San's moves was clear to his eyes.
That storm of fierce attacks hadn't managed to touch even the edge of Han Qiu's clothes.
Tang San withdrew and hurried back several steps. He fixed his gaze on Han Qiu, the surprise in his eyes turning grave.
He was extremely confident in his skills. As far as he was concerned, no child his age could withstand such a sustained assault, much less evade every strike as effortlessly and comfortably as Han Qiu had.
"How can you predict my moves?" Tang San asked in a low voice, his heart filled with doubt and surprise.
In their exchange just now, Han Qiu hadn't relied on superior speed to meet his attacks head-on. Instead, he had always found the gaps in advance, as though he already knew how Tang San would strike next.
Han Qiu pointed between his eyebrows and said calmly, "It lets me see the trajectory of every move you make clearly."
Without another Soul Ring, Blue Silver Grass didn't have much attacking power for the time being. His father also wouldn't let him reveal that he had a hammer-shaped Martial Soul. Tang San understood that if he still didn't use the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he would very likely be defeated outright.
Tang San took a deep breath and circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill at full force. He moved again, charging fiercely at Han Qiu.
This time, his speed surged by more than fifty percent. He tore through the air like a whirlwind!
Han Qiu's expression tightened. Is this the power of the Mysterious Heaven Skill?
Howling wind carried the powerful force of the Mysterious Heaven Skill straight toward Han Qiu's chest. The wind from the punch surged, making his clothes snap.
The speed and power of this punch were on an entirely different level from the probing attacks earlier.
Han Qiu no longer relied on small shifts to the side to dodge. He pivoted lightly on his feet, sliding half a foot sideways like flowing water.
Tang San's fist grazed the front of his clothes and slammed into the ground, sending broken stones flying.
The strike missed, but Tang San had already planned for it. Using the force of his waist and abdomen and the momentum of his charge, he spun into a side kick. His leg swept across, cutting off Han Qiu's room to dodge.
The Mysterious Heaven Skill flowed through his limbs, allowing every move to follow the next without the slightest hitch. His transitions between attack and defense flowed like clouds and water.
Han Qiu's gaze was calm. With the Heavenly Eye's help, he predicted where Tang San's leg would land the moment the kick began.
"This feels great. Cheating really does feel great!"
His toes tapped the ground, lifting him slightly, just enough to avoid the sweeping kick. The instant he landed, he retreated half a step and opened up the distance.
After several consecutive moves missed, Tang San found it increasingly unbelievable.
Since activating the Mysterious Heaven Skill, his speed and strength had increased greatly. Even among adults, few could probably contend with him, yet Han Qiu had done it.
"Again!"
Tang San gave a low shout and stopped holding back. The internal force of the Mysterious Heaven Skill surged without pause as he darted left and right, alternating feints with real strikes. Fists, palms, and legs attacked in turn, his assault leaving no gaps.
He deliberately changed his rhythm, sometimes moving as fast as thunder, sometimes concealing pauses, trying to throw off Han Qiu's perception.
But no matter how Tang San changed his moves, Han Qiu always found an opening the instant an attack reached him.
He didn't attack of his own accord, relying solely on his exquisite footwork to dodge. Like a spirit amid a gale, he let the attacks come at him, remaining composed from beginning to end.
Tang San's attacks grew faster and fiercer. The internal force of the Mysterious Heaven Skill poured forth without end, and the sound of his fists and feet slicing through the air grew ever more piercing. Layer upon layer of force intertwined into an airtight net of attack and defense, seeking to seal off every path of retreat around Han Qiu.
That strange rhythm of alternating speed and those changing moves, with truth and feint impossible to distinguish, were the foundation of his combat skills, honed through years of hard training. They were also the close-combat methods he took the most pride in.
But under Han Qiu's Heavenly Eye, all those elaborate attacks had nowhere to hide.
Qi-State Origin-Flow circulated within him, working together with the Heavenly Eye's ability to perceive all things. Every exertion of force, every shift in balance, and every tiny opening as Tang San changed moves fell clearly into Han Qiu's sight.
Others saw a dazzling storm of attacks, but Han Qiu could clearly see the path of the force behind them.
His dodges seemed to miss by a hair, but every step and shift was in fact precise to the utmost. He predicted the attacks in advance and perfectly avoided their edge.
Through dozens of fierce moves, Tang San alternated his footwork, punches, and kicks, hardly repeating himself at all.
Yet the result was the same as before: he hadn't even managed to touch Han Qiu's sleeve.