Secretly Learning the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique

Tang San continued to ask, "Teacher, do you know what's going on with his martial spirit?"

Yu Xiaogang coughed a few times. Naturally, he couldn't admit that he had misjudged. He sighed and said, "Alas, it seems that he has ultimately chosen this path."

"Teacher, you know?" Tang San's eyes lit up. He was someone who loved to learn and was competitive. Without a doubt, Lan Si's defeat of Xiao Wu today had put some pressure on Tang San. He was eager to know everything about Lan Si. As the saying goes, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.'

Yu Xiaogang's eyes shone with wisdom. "The path that Lan Si is taking reminds me of a certain soul master. He also possessed a flower martial spirit, much stronger than Lan Si's lotus flower by countless generations."

"What happened to him?" Upon hearing this, Tang San pressed on.

Yu Xiaogang said with regret, "Relying on a high-quality martial spirit and immense talent, he did reach the level of Titled Douluo. However, because he chose the wrong path, he became one of the weakest among his level. He ended up wasting his talent. He couldn't even defeat soul masters with lower soul power than his, let alone other Titled Douluo at the same level."

Upon hearing this, Tang San hesitantly asked, "Teacher, are you saying that this Titled Douluo took the same path as Lan Si?"

Yu Xiaogang nodded, "Yes, Lan Si's situation is very similar to that of the Titled Douluo. He may seem powerful in the early stages, but he will start to struggle later on. Especially when he reaches the Soul Sage stage, the gap will become increasingly evident until he fades away."

"Of course, this is all under the premise that Lan Si can reach the Soul Sage stage. That Titled Douluo had an unparalleled natural talent, far beyond Lan Si's. It was still incredibly tough for him to cultivate to his level, not to mention that Lan Si only has a measly innate soul power of level five."

Tang San suddenly felt relieved. Yes, so what if Lan Si was strong now? Without the guidance of a professional theoretical teacher and with only level five innate soul power, the gap between them would only grow larger in the future.

Thinking of this, a subtle smile crept up on Tang San's lips. He realised that he might have been overthinking it.

Tang San bowed slightly. "Teacher, I understand. You should rest more now. I'll come back to see you when I bring you dinner tonight."

Yu Xiaogang smiled warmly, "Go on, don't delay your cultivation."

Tang San nodded slightly and left the room.

Watching Tang San's departing figure, Yu Xiaogang fell into deep thought. To be honest, he was starting to regret his decision. Lan Si's talent seemed to be beyond his expectations.

He awakened his martial spirit three months ago with innate soul power at level five, and now he is already a one-ring soul master.

Raising his soul power by five levels in such a short time might have broken the historical record of the Douluo Continent.

"Sigh, it seems I should interact with him more in the future. Such a good seedling shouldn't be wasted."

Elsewhere, after watching soul master theory books in the academy library for an hour, Lan Si left Nuoding Academy.

Judging by the time, this should be when Tang San was heading to the blacksmith shop for part-time work.

The largest blacksmith shop in Nuoding City was Otto's Blacksmith Shop. The other blacksmith shops were relatively small and had little business. It was unlikely Tang San would go there, and those shops wouldn't hire an apprentice like him.

So, Lan Si directly went to Otto's Blacksmith Shop.

Before even entering, Lan Si felt a familiar wave of heat hit him.

Simultaneously, a loud voice came from inside the shop, "Kid, what are you doing here? If you want to have something made, have an adult come. It's dangerous here."

"Is Tang San already here?" Lan Si smiled faintly and walked in.

Inside the blacksmith shop, Tang San stood harmlessly in front of a dark-skinned, burly man. The latter was intrigued by Tang San and had stopped what he was doing to look at him curiously.

"Uncle, hello. I'm here to apply as an apprentice," Tang San said politely.

"Kid, don't fool around. Go home. With your small frame, you probably can't even lift a hammer," the man sized up Tang San and shook his head.

"Uncle, please let me try!" Tang San pleaded with determination in his eyes.

"I..." The man was about to refuse when a crisp voice echoed through the hall: "Uncle Tom, he's my classmate. Let him give it a try."

Hearing this familiar voice, almost every blacksmith, including the man, stopped what they were doing. Their eyes instantly brightened as they turned to Lan Si with friendly smiles.

"Ah Si, what brings you here? The boss just went out. He was thrilled when he heard you became a soul master. He's out drinking with friends to celebrate," the man named Tom said with a warm smile.

Lan Si smiled without speaking, then turned to Tang San and asked, "Tang San, what brings you to the blacksmith shop to be an apprentice?"

Seeing that Lan Si wasn't mocking him, Tang San explained, "I'm a work-study student and need to earn money to support my family. My dad is a blacksmith, and I learned a bit from him, so I came here."

Lan Si nodded in understanding and said to Tom, "Uncle Tom, just let him try. If it doesn't work out, you can always refuse."

"But Ah Si, what if the boss asks..." Tom hesitated.

"I'll explain to Uncle Otto later," Lan Si said.

Since Lan Si had spoken, Tom couldn't refuse. He handed Tang San a thick and heavy forging hammer and said solemnly, "Alright, you can try, but I must tell you, this is only because of Ah Si. If you can't do it, I will refuse without hesitation."

"Thank you." Tang San thanked him and took the forging hammer, which was half a foot taller than him. He lifted it steadily, causing Tom and the other blacksmiths to widen their eyes in admiration. "What strength!"

Tang San's eyes were fixed on the piece of red-hot iron on the forge. With a shout, he swung the forging hammer.

"Ha!"

His feet stomped firmly on the ground, his calves exerted force, transmitting power up his body. His body half-rotated, and the massive forging hammer traced a slanted arc in the air before striking the red-hot iron heavily.

With a loud clang, the hammer rebounded. Tang San used the momentum to spin quickly, raising the hammer again. With another loud clang, the hammer fell even harder on the piece of iron.

Lan Si watched intently, his eyes glowing, not missing a single move of Tang San's.

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers... and so on.

Until the eighteenth hammer, when he had struck the iron continuously eighteen times, Tang San finally stopped, gasping for breath, sweat appearing on his forehead.

The piece of iron hadn't changed much in shape but had shrunk overall.

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