Chapter 5

Clang!

Unhurried hammering sounds could be heard.

In Tang Hao's line of sight.

The little boy, who was only half his height, picked up a giant hammer that was about the same height as him.

He hammered the chunk of ore again and again!

The speed was not fast.

However, it was very steady!

Toward the end, it was so steady that there was no change in the strength of each hammer strike!

That was very terrifying!

One had to know that it was very difficult to control the strength of each hammer strike when using a giant hammer to temper ore!

Tang Hao was once a Titled Douluo. Now that he was holed up in the Holy Spirit Village and had been hammering iron for a few years, he naturally knew the difficulty.

"Ten … twenty … thirty … fifty …"

Tang Hao stood in the dark and counted every strike of Wang Feng's hammer.

Fifty strikes!

It was hard to imagine that the usually lazy and clever Feng kid who liked to come to his house for a meal was kicked out by him.

He had watched the kid grow up!

He actually had innate strength that was comparable to Lil 'Three's!

Even Tang Hao was extremely surprised by that!

Moreover, that kid was probably more talented than Lil 'Three's!

Even though Lil 'Three was also intelligent, it was very difficult for him to control the strength of each hammer strike as exquisitely as Feng! The difference was huge!

The further he hammered, the more so it became!

"If we talk about the first ten strikes, Feng kid had some problems with the strength when he swung the giant hammer, causing the strength to be uneven. However, from the eleventh strike onwards … his control of the strength of each hammer strike is extremely precise. "

The more Tang Hao looked at it, the more surprised he became.

That meant that the kid had unparalleled comprehension ability and control of every muscle in his body!

That was why he could master the technique of hammering so quickly!

Furthermore, he did it without anyone's guidance!

"Lil 'Three's comprehension ability is not bad, and his control of his body is not bad either. I didn't give him any guidance. However, after hammering for a day, he barely managed to learn how to control every inch of his body's strength. Even so, Lil 'Three's mastery is far from enough. He needs at least ten days … before he can see the initial results. "

Tang Hao's eyes sparkled.

His gaze fell on Feng kid's body.

Tang Hao seemed to be able to see Wang Feng's heart. It was as though there was endless power within it. Streams of blood gushed out as though they were the power of the origin.

The soles of his feet seemed to be glued to the ground. The power gushing out of his heart seemed to have turned into a colorful energy body. It came from the ground, grew from his calves, and then flowed to his thighs. It flowed through his waist, back, arms, and finally gathered in the palm that was holding the giant hammer.

Clang!

It could be said to be a perfect strike, striking the raw iron!

Let out a pleasant and perfect sound!

"I haven't taught Little Three these techniques yet, because it's still too early for Little Three who only knows how to swing a hammer. As for the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique, it's even earlier! It will take a few more days. "

Tang Hao muttered, "I didn't expect that. This Feng brat actually comprehended these skills on his own? Genius? "

Tang Hao felt that he could not be described as a prodigy.

If someone taught you, you would be able to pick it up quickly. This was intelligence.

If someone taught them, they would be able to pick it up immediately. That would be a genius.

But if no one taught him, and he comprehended it on his own … this???

A genius among geniuses?

"He only swung the hammer ten times, and he immediately comprehended the skills that I've accumulated over the years …"

Tang Hao looked at the tiny figure who was still diligently swinging the giant hammer.

He suddenly felt a special feeling that he had not felt in a long time.

Back then, he was also a genius …

But now …

Tang Hao felt a long-lost sense of disparity. It was very, very small, but he did not mind it. He soon got over it.

However, it made him, who had been unperturbed and abnormally dispirited all these years, feel a little more special.

Of course, Tang Hao did not know that.

Wang Feng was able to comprehend these skills so quickly because he had the knowledge from his previous life.

In other words, these skills were public knowledge on Earth, not to mention that he had seen the Douluo Continent.

As a transmigrator, in addition to the cheat given by the system, Wang Feng naturally had to use the advantages of a transmigrator.

Otherwise, how could he be considered a transmigrator? Wang Feng did not want to embarrass the seniors of the transmigrators.

Foresight, strong acceptance, unique knowledge, and a certain amount of knowledge were all the advantages of a transmigrator.

With the Goldfinger, these advantages would be maximized!

Therefore, Wang Feng was only quickly familiarizing himself with these skills. He did not comprehend them himself …

However, at that moment, he was completely focused on hammering the raw metal. He did not realize that his every move was being observed by Tang Hao!

Naturally, he was regarded as a prodigy among prodigies!

With every strike of the hammer, Wang Feng felt his body heat up.

The amount of energy consumed by this strike was much greater than any of the previous training sessions!

In addition, the recoil from the strike was also a huge burden on Wang Feng's body!

'Five hundred strikes in one go! That should be the limit! 'Wang Feng calmed his breathing.

He knew that breathing was the most important thing in any training, although Wang Feng did not know any special breathing method.

However, a steady and regular breathing would allow the training of each hammer strike to reach its maximum potential!

'His physical strength and endurance are also extraordinary … He has already hammered more than a hundred times … His breathing is not chaotic at all. From this point alone, he has already surpassed Little San. Also, Little San can't hit with all his might with every strike and control his strength so exquisitely! The effect of this strike is equivalent to Little San's ten strikes over the past few days! '

Tang Hao continued to count calmly.

Little San had just started to learn how to swing the hammer. A hundred strikes in one go was his limit.

After that, he would rest for a while and continue hammering a hundred times in one go.

However, if Little San used all his strength for every strike like Little San, he would be exhausted after fifty or sixty strikes. It would be difficult for him to recover in a short period of time.

'A hundred and fifty strikes in one go should be Little San's limit. Also, this method of hammering is very taxing on his body. He won't be able to recover fully even after half a day, 'Tang Hao observed.

That was the truth.

The more he hammered, the greater the exhaustion!

Tang Hao's observation was very accurate. After a hundred and fifty strikes, Wang Feng's breathing was still steady, but it was a little chaotic.

His breathing was also uneven.

Seeing that, Tang Hao nodded and left quietly.

"That Feng lad usually looks lazy, and it's as if his bones are about to fall apart … I didn't think that he would be so formidable! Whether it's his talent or his physique, he's so strong! The people in the village must have misjudged him … They thought that the kid was smart, but they didn't expect him to be so powerful, right? '

Tang Hao shook his head. He was not in the mood to tell the villagers about that. It was enough for him to keep it to himself.

He couldn't even be bothered to care about his mistress, let alone Feng brat.

'You'll stop hammering when you run out of energy. Then, you'll obediently bring back the hammer and a quarter of the finished ore,' Tang Hao thought to himself. 'As for me, I'll go back and sleep for a while …'

According to Tang Hao's calculations, a hundred and fifty strikes from Feng Feng would be enough to refine a quarter of the ore!

That was already very terrifying!

Little San hammered for ten days and barely managed to temper two-thirds of the ore.

Little San could temper a quarter of the ore in one go!

If he was given three or four days, he might be able to complete the refinement. That was too ridiculous!

However, what Tang Hao did not know was that …

After he left.

Wang Feng did not stop hammering as Tang Hao expected. Instead, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

A hundred and fifty strikes would only make his body feel tired, but the limit was much higher than that!

If Tang Hao saw that, he would definitely stop him.

If he continued hammering, he would reach the limit of what his body could withstand, and it would hurt his body!

That was because when Wang Feng hammered on the ore, he would also feel a huge impact!

Unfortunately, Tang Hao did not see that. He walked back to the village.

He was quite far away from the remote area, and he could not hear any more hammering sounds. Clang!

Clang! Clang!

Clang!

"Five hundred strikes!"

After hammering the last strike, Wang Feng's body was extremely weak, and his consciousness began to fade.

However, he had not surpassed his limit!

Wang Feng looked at the ore that had shrunk a lot. There was no fire. Just his hammering alone was enough to turn it red!

"The Meteoric Tear is not emitting any energy … That means that I haven't surpassed my limit …"

Wang Feng gritted his teeth. He could feel that his body was weak.

Limit. That was the limit! However, he wanted to surpass his limit!

"A beautiful girl, a powerful martial soul, and a gorgeous show off … Hmm … I have to persevere …"

Wang Feng's willpower allowed him to persevere!

With that thought in mind, Wang Feng continued to swing his hammer and smashed it down!

"Six hundred …"

"Seven hundred …"

Clang!

In the end, Wang Feng's consciousness was completely blurred. His body instinctively hammered the ore.

He did not know how many times he had hammered the ore!

However, it wasn't until that piece of raw iron was completely tempered that the iron was completely refined.

Wang Feng collapsed.

This time, he did not have a single drop of energy … No, he did not have a single shred of energy left.

If Tang Hao was still there, his jaw would have dropped.

That was because that six-year-old boy had tempered an entire ore in one go!

Boom!

As Wang Feng collapsed on the ground, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

This was because a familiar warm current was slowly flowing out from his heart!

The power of the Meteoric Tear! It meant that he had once again surpassed his body's limit!

—

The next morning, during breakfast.

At this time, Tang Hao slowly woke up and ate the breakfast that Tang San had already prepared.

He noticed that Lil 'San was fiddling with medicinal herbs.

Tang Hao was surprised. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Why are you fiddling with medicinal herbs, Lil 'San? Are you hurt? "

Tang San shook his head and said carefully, "No, I'm not.

"No, Big Brother Feng and I agreed to fight today. I'm afraid that he'll get hurt, so I concocted some ointment for him … "

As a Tang Sect disciple, he naturally knew how to concoct simple ointment.

Tang Hao was silent when he heard that.

He remembered the scene of Feng the day before when he swung the giant hammer.

Feng the kid should be slightly stronger than Lil 'San.

However, in a fight between children, it was hard to say who was stronger.

Lil 'San was usually calm and collected. Feng the kid must have come up with the idea. Was he trying to test his skills?

Tang Hao was a smart person. He could roughly guess the reason.

However, he did not bother to ask. It was just a fight between children. Lil 'San had always been calm and obedient. There was no harm in a fight.

"Mm, be careful," Tang Hao said calmly.

Seeing that, Tang San sighed.

If his father did not agree, it would be difficult for him. However, he still had to tell his father about it.

"I'll be going out first, Father."

Tang San put away the ointment and walked outside.

Tang Hao nodded slightly.

Not long after Tang San left.

Tang Hao walked toward the furnace. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw a piece of fully tempered raw iron!

Tang Hao's body trembled. He looked at the piece of fully tempered raw iron in disbelief.

That piece of raw iron was the raw iron that he saw Wang Feng hammering and tempering yesterday!

Tang Hao instinctively wanted to rush out of the room and pull Tang San back …

However, after thinking about it, he decided against it.

"Never mind, Lil 'San prepared the ointment … I'll just treat it as if he prepared it for himself."

"Feng the kid is a freak!"