Chapter 14: It's Really Too Difficult!

"What's this?"

Tang San looked surprised in the distance.

He saw Wang Feng wielding a hammer, striking a piece of raw iron. Each hammer blow caused sparks to scatter.

After each strike, the rebound force along the hammer made Wang Feng turn in place, then, carrying this force, he struck the raw iron again!

The force unleashed was stronger than the previous blow, creating even more scattered sparks.

"Isn't this the technique Dad taught me?" Tang San looked at Wang Feng, who was sweating profusely in the distance, with amazement.

Using force, utilizing the force generated by striking the raw iron to quickly swing the hammer again, achieving a more powerful impact than the previous one!

It could rapidly refine the raw iron and also train oneself!

"Could it be Dad also taught Wang Feng? No, it seems a bit different..." Tang San stared at Wang Feng closely. "The posture is different. Wang Feng's posture is completely different from what Dad taught, and a bit awkward. Moreover, Wang Feng hasn't come to the blacksmith shop these days. Could it be..."

"Did Wang Feng comprehend this on his own?"

Dang~

The clear sound continued.

The more Tang San looked, the more astonished he felt.

"Six blows... eighteen blows... twenty-six blows..."

Tang San looked at the iron block that had turned red due to rapid strikes, feeling somewhat surprised.

The force of each blow was increasing!

"This is too strong!" Tang San murmured.

This strength wasn't just about the number of swings of the massive hammer but the technique itself.

"To comprehend such an advanced technique from blacksmithing! Wang Feng is too clever..." Tang San felt some admiration.

It was like he had been following the path his father had walked.

But Wang Feng was different; he was building his own road, walking his own path!

After watching for a while longer, Tang San thought, "Wang Feng is getting stronger and stronger. This is already the thirtieth blow..."

Tang San secretly thought, the day his father swung the hammer thirty-six times, he didn't even gasp for breath.

Unexpectedly, Wang Feng could almost achieve the same.

Moreover, Wang Feng's method of striking seemed to achieve a similar effect.

"But Wang Feng's limit should be around forty blows." The more Tang San watched, the more he admired.

Wang Feng's physical fitness seemed to have become even more abnormal. Perhaps he had become stronger again?

"No, I have to go back, practice more, and I also need to forge my hidden weapons ahead of time."

Thinking this, Tang San hastily walked over.

At this moment, Wang Feng.

"The posture is wrong. Just now, the left shoulder should have shifted back by three centimeters; it should reduce the rebound loss. The lower leg is too tense, causing uneven force transmission. Although this strike increased a lot, it's not an equal increase."

"This strike is unacceptable!"

Dang!

Another strike followed, the sound sometimes crisp, sometimes dull.

Tang San didn't observe carefully enough; he could only see that Wang Feng's strength was indeed increasing with each strike. But he couldn't see that with each strike, Wang Feng's movements became more fluid, and the control over his strength became more perfect.

If it were Tang Hao again, he might fully grasp that Wang Feng was visibly progressing at this moment.

Then, relying on his control over his body, he adjusted quickly.

Subsequently, he perfected it.

Starting a few days ago, with only one goal in mind, Wang Feng experimented with various posture changes.

Until now, he could achieve an effect similar to the Chaotic Wind Hammer technique, but it wasn't enough.

"Fortunately, I have the Meteor Tears. I'm not afraid of physical injuries. As long as I can persist, I can continue the research."

This kind of research is very exhausting and harmful to the body.

Only Wang Feng, with the Meteor Tears, dares to do this.

At the beginning, it was indeed difficult. After hammering for two full days, Wang Feng could only forcefully make each hammer stronger using his body's strength.

He couldn't comprehend the technique of borrowing force, nor could he find a special posture.

Unlike Tang San, who had Tang Hao teaching him hands-on.

However, in these two days, Wang Feng gradually grasped the key.

"Continue researching like this... Within two months, I should be able to develop a more complete hammering technique. Maybe temporarily inferior to the Chaotic Wind Hammer technique, but as long as I keep researching, I might surpass it."

A sense of pride arose in Wang Feng's heart.

After all, as a transmigrator standing on the shoulders of giants with a golden finger, it would be too weak if he couldn't surpass.

"However, this hammering technique does consume a lot of energy. After thirty-six blows, it's difficult for me to persist... Each hammer is more challenging, and the difficulty increases geometrically... When I forge these two pieces of raw iron into simple armor, the weight will be around one hundred and fifty kilograms. At that time, the training difficulty will greatly increase, and so will the effect."

Wang Feng pondered.

Until evening, nearly dusk.

Wang Feng finally couldn't support himself, and he fell to the ground with golden flowers in his eyes.

The power of the Meteor Tears flowed out slowly, washing his whole body. The long-lost power emerged once again.

"Comfortable..."

As if every cell in his body was cheering, Wang Feng felt extremely refreshed.

Indeed, this way of improving by forging iron could quickly push his body to its limits.

"I feel stronger again."

Wang Feng took a deep breath. "Now, my limit should be able to swing five or six more hammers!"

If using the same amount of strength continuously, Wang Feng could swing hundreds of hammers without getting tired.

But this method of getting stronger with each swing was truly challenging after thirty-six blows.

"Rest first, continue tomorrow."

Wang Feng returned to the village...

Like this.

For the next two months, Wang Feng continued practicing through the research of the hammering technique until his physical fitness could swing sixty-four hammers in one breath!

This rate of improvement was unimaginable!

Without the Meteor Tears, it would probably take several years to achieve such progress!

Other aspects also improved significantly.

For example, if in his current state, he faced Tang San from three months ago.

Wang Feng could defeat Tang San with just using ten percent of his strength.

However, Tang San should have also grown these days, right?

The time is about right.

"Tao Ge should be coming soon."

Wang Feng put the iron pieces that had been refined on his shins and the iron vest.

Almost two hundred kilograms of weight!

Even an adult man would probably struggle to walk one hundred meters with such a burden!

But Wang Feng lightly hopped, as if he had long adapted.

Half a month before, Wang Feng had secretly forged and refined this set of weight-bearing armor in the blacksmith shop, then wore it.

Usually, except during bathing, he would take it off. Even when eating and drinking, he would wear it.

Already adapted.

Because there were parts all over his body, from shins, arms, back, each weighing around fifty kilograms, forged into simple armor.

So, Wang Feng appeared to be slightly more robust.

After everything was ready, Wang Feng slowly walked towards the outskirts of the village.

Outside the village.

Su Yuntao sighed and his gaze wandered a bit.

These days, he became somewhat obsessed with the story of breaking through the soul realm.

However, a month ago, Su Yuntao had already finished reading... But, only read halfway, probably around the time when Xiao Yan went to the Cloud Peak Sect and had a fierce battle with his arch-nemesis, Xiao Mei.

Urged, Su Yuntao wanted to come to the Holy Soul Village to ask this kid for the rest of the story.

But thinking about it, how could he, a 28th-level Soul Master, stoop to come to the Holy Soul Village?

So, he waited, and waited, finally waiting for the agreed-upon day.

Su Yuntao touched his chest and frowned.

"A few days ago, when hunting soul beasts, I got some injuries, but it's not a big deal. I'll use one hand later, and I should be able to knock this kid down. Then I'll make him spill the rest of the story, right?"

"Well, I can't hurt him. After all, this kid's martial soul is useless. Only with full innate soul power aptitude, I hope he's been training these days, so I won't accidentally hurt him."

"I, Su Yuntao, really have it tough!"

Night is approaching, another chapter will be updated soon.