Thirty-Seventh Chapter: Meteor Hammer

That evening, Tang San went to Hu Jiu's house.

After half a day's adjustment, there was no longer any trace of disappointment on Tang San's face.

Hu Jiu took out the gifts he had bought from his Twenty-Four Bright Moon Bridge.

Grandpa Old Jack's tobacco, Father Hu Rui's fine wine, and Mother Emma's beautiful clothes...

Although the elders blamed him for spending money recklessly, they were still quite happy when they accepted the gifts.

"Haha, it didn't cost much. Have you forgotten? My son's martial soul is a Food System one. It's easy to earn a little spending money normally, so I didn't spend recklessly," Hu Jiu explained with a laugh.

Hu Jiu only briefly mentioned his ability to make money. After all, he was already prepared to leave more money at home when he departed, improving his family's life.

After returning to Holy Soul Village and happily wandering around with Xiao Wu for several days, Hu Jiu began taking care of his own business.

Ever since his Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer had reached Level Eight, he had clearly felt that the backup hammer he had taken from Tang San's house was no longer suitable.

It felt too light in his hand and could not fully unleash his strength, seriously affecting his combat power.

He had not had the time before, but now the academy was on break, and Tang San, a little master of forging, was there. It was the perfect opportunity to ask him to make a new iron hammer.

Er... Perhaps it could no longer be called an iron hammer.

"You want an iron hammer with a spherical head covered in spikes?" After hearing Hu Jiu's description of the weapon, the look Tang San gave him changed.

Wasn't this a Meteor Hammer with a handle? What kind of ruthless person would think of using such a weapon?

"What? Can you make it?" Hu Jiu asked when he saw Tang San's hesitant expression.

"No, I can make it. But are you sure you want to use this weapon?" Once the Meteor Iron Hammer came out, it would either kill or severely injure someone. Tang San hoped Hu Jiu would think it through.

"Of course. Since it's a weapon, it's meant for killing. A weapon for killing should naturally be as vicious as possible," Hu Jiu said matter-of-factly.

When dealing with enemies, one had to be ruthless. If necessary, it was best to eliminate the roots completely.

Showing mercy to an enemy was only putting one's own life at risk.

"All right. But the weapon you want is rather heavy. Just forging a hundred-jin hammerhead will take a long time. Come help me!" Seeing that Hu Jiu understood what he was doing, Tang San stopped trying to persuade him.

They were both ruthless in their own ways. When it came to cruelty, who could compare with the Hidden Weapons of the Tang Sect? Tang San himself was no good person either.

"Good. I'll assist you. Make the hammerhead sturdy. When I get the chance, I'll find some material that can extend and retract, then replace the handle."

A Meteor Hammer with an Iron Chain was the weapon he preferred most. With Level Seven Soul Power Control, the chain could maintain the shape of a handle. Most importantly, it could be lengthened or shortened, allowing both ranged and close combat. The only drawback was that it looked rather unpleasant.

When he had first thought of this weapon, a huge, naked, extremely muscular man had immediately appeared in his mind, holding a Meteor Hammer larger than his own head.

That scene... Tsk, tsk!

The materials for forging were all ready-made. Tang San's family had them.

To forge a proper weapon for Hu Jiu, Tang San generously brought out all the pig iron in his home and began forging with great enthusiasm.

The first thing to do when forging a weapon was refining the pig iron. Hu Jiu could help with that as well. The pile of pig iron, as large as a water barrel, was heated until it glowed red. The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer unfolded, and Hu Jiu and Tang San worked together to forge the pig iron.

This process fully revealed the strength of both men.

They took turns hammering. When Tang San struck, the iron block visibly sank, but the sight was not particularly impressive.

When Hu Jiu struck, however, it was completely different. With every blow, the pig iron was like mud in his hands—a hole with each hammer, a hole with every hammer.

Every strike rang out with a tremendous boom, followed by the trembling of the anvil. Each time the hammer fell, the floor of Tang San's house shook, and dust rained down from the roof.

The sight left Tang San deeply shocked. Each of Hu Jiu's blows was probably no less than five hundred jin in force, and as time passed, his strength grew even greater.

Tang San began to worry that Hu Jiu might shake his house apart. "Xiao Jiu, go a little easier. Don't demolish my house."

"Oh, all right. Little San, how about you work the bellows? I can refine the pig iron by myself." Hu Jiu flashed a toothy grin. This was exactly the effect he wanted.

He still remembered how, back then, he had watched Tang San forge iron here every day with eager anticipation, while he had stood aggrievedly to the side, working the bellows. Now, it was finally Tang San's turn to work the bellows for him.

"Fine, I'll work the bellows for you." Tang San had no objections. With Hu Jiu being so powerful, there was indeed not much he could do to help from the side. Besides, he had to forge some things himself afterward. With Hu Jiu providing free labor, he could save some effort.

Hu Jiu and Tang San were busy here in full swing, but Xiao Wu suffered in their absence. Without Hu Jiu accompanying her, she found everything boring.

Fortunately, Emma was there. After seeing the situation, Mother Emma brought Xiao Wu along when she went out to work in the fields, letting her experience rural life.

Of course, even when she brought Xiao Wu along, she did not make her work. It was more like accompanying her to play.

That way, Hu Jiu could also focus on forging his weapon at Tang San's house.

Hu Jiu and Tang San spent an entire week refining the pig iron, tempering the water-barrel-sized pile until it was only the size of a small leather ball.

At that point, it could no longer be called pig iron. It should be called Refined Iron.

The Refined Iron had been forged into a glossy black color, making it obvious at a glance that it was no ordinary Mundane Iron.

The next stage of forging was when Tang San truly showed his skill. After all, besides being taught by Tang Hao, Tang San had also worked at a Blacksmith Shop in Nuoding City for nearly a year.

When it came to craftsmanship, even ordinary veteran smiths could not compare with him. If not for that, Hu Jiu would not have asked Tang San to forge his weapon. He was not short of money; he could have simply found a Blacksmith Shop to do it. Why go to all this trouble?

Tang San's craftsmanship was indeed excellent. Once the Refined Iron entered his hands, it underwent a Transformation every day.

In Hu Jiu's eyes, he watched helplessly as spikes gradually emerged from the sphere, one after another, each intimidating enough to make people shrink back. After watching for a long time, he still could not figure out how those spikes had appeared.

Half a month later, Hu Jiu looked at the sharp Meteor Hammer in his hands with a face full of delight. The spikes covering the hammerhead pleased him immensely.

With this weapon, forget about using it to hit someone—even looking at it was frightening. Surely no one would want to take a single blow from it.

This Meteor Hammer could barely be called a Meteor Hammer!

Including the hammerhead, it weighed a hundred and thirty-two jin. If not for the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer he had trained through automation gradually strengthening his physique, he might not have been able to swing it.

Holding it in his hand, Hu Jiu felt a powerful sense of fullness.

"Partner, we'll be fighting side by side for a long time to come!"

Hu Jiu stroked the Meteor Hammer and spoke softly.