"But it's not raining." Lu Feng looked at the slowly rising sun, puzzled.
Whatever, spanking a child on a sunny day is better than being idle.
In the following days, Lu Feng did not go hunting in the mountains again. There were only three months until the start of the primary academy, and Lu Feng was unwilling to waste any time.
In the Douluo Continent, all things are inferior, only Soul Masters are superior. Lu Feng would not forsake the root for the branch.
Besides, Lu Feng had picked up quite a few [Gold Soul Coin] fragments over the years, more than a hundred in total. With his current assets, it would not be an exaggeration to call him the richest person in Holy Spirit Village.
It was worth mentioning that the quality of Gold Soul Coins could not be upgraded.
In a small grove.
"Crack!"
The wood-cutting knife in Lu Feng's hand chopped straight down, severing a thick branch with a single blow.
The branch was as thick as Lu Feng's waist. If it were an ordinary adult, it would probably take several minutes to saw through it.
The Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method borrows force to strike, and the power of each attack is stronger than the last. Even when I use a wood-cutting knife, the power isn't weakened much. It truly is worthy of its purple quality!
Lu Feng looked at the thick branch in front of him and secretly rejoiced.
The power of this blow is comparable to a Soul Master's first soul skill, right?
Wiping away his sweat, Lu Feng continued to practice his knife skills.
What Lu Feng didn't know was that a pair of eyes was watching him intently from the shadows.
"One hundred and eighty... one hundred and ninety... two hundred."
Tang Hao silently counted the number of times Lu Feng swung his knife.
The wood-cutting knife was several times lighter than a forging hammer, so it was naturally much easier to swing.
However, the Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method emphasized momentum over force, essentially using skill. No matter what weapon was used, it would eventually draw the enemy into one's own momentum.
As one's momentum grew and the enemy's waned, a final, fatal blow would be delivered!
The premise was stability!
Before the momentum was gathered, one had to stand firm amidst the surging waves.
This was very difficult!
Just like forging, the force of each hammer blow would rebound to the blacksmith. While tempering the raw iron, one was also tempering oneself.
Tang Hao was a Titled Douluo and a master of the Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method, so he naturally knew the difficulties involved.
This kid has actually managed to learn something!
These days, Lu Feng would go to the blacksmith shop to 'audit' classes every few days. Tang Hao had long since noticed the abnormality.
However, he didn't care.
The Disorderly Splitting Wind itself was a common hammer technique. Even the lowest-level blacksmiths knew its name, so there was nothing to hide.
And ordinary Soul Masters could understand its principle at a glance; it was just borrowing force to strike.
However, knowing the principle was one thing, but being able to learn it was another.
Moreover, among the martial souls on the continent, the Clear Sky Hammer was one of the strongest in terms of power, giving it a natural advantage when using the Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method.
The Clear Sky Sect was also happy for everyone to learn the Disorderly Splitting Wind, so that all battles would be fought head-on.
"However, this kid's talent is even greater than Little San's!"
"Although Little San has innate divine strength and innate full soul power, his control over his power is too scattered. With every swing of the hammer, at least thirty percent of the force is wasted."
Tang Hao squinted his eyes, carefully observing every detail of Lu Feng's movements.
He had only one word to evaluate Lu Feng: stable!
The force of each blow, the control over his body, were all just right!
And the further he went, the more this was the case!
Most importantly, this kid learned it by stealing glances, and perhaps even unconsciously.
The more Tang Hao watched, the more shocked he became.
This meant that Lu Feng possessed unparalleled comprehension and control over every muscle in his body!
A natural-born blacksmith!
No, a natural-born Soul Master!
Could it be because of his martial soul? I heard from Little San that Lu Feng's martial soul is his body, a Body Martial Soul.
Tang Hao's eyes flickered as he looked at Lu Feng.
He seemed to see Lu Feng's heart beating.
"Thump, thump, thump," streams of blood gushed out, as if it were a source of power.
The soles of his feet were like tree roots, planted firmly on the ground. The power erupting from his heart seemed to transform into a body of energy, originating from the ground and growing from his calves.
It then traveled to his thighs, flowed through his waist, back, and arms, and finally converged in the wood-cutting knife he held in his hand.
"Crack!"
A perfect strike, it landed on a tree trunk as thick as a man's waist.
The large tree fell with a crash, the cut smooth and neat.
I haven't taught Little San these techniques yet; they're still too advanced for him, who only knows how to swing a hammer. As for the Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method, that's even more of a pipe dream!
Tang Hao murmured, "I didn't expect him to be able to comprehend these techniques on his own? A genius?"
"No, genius is probably too weak a word to describe him."
Tang Hao felt that if someone could learn quickly with a teacher, that was talent.
If someone could learn it as soon as they were taught, that was a genius.
But if no one taught them, and they comprehended it on their own.
A genius among geniuses?
Tang Hao looked at the small figure, still tirelessly swinging the wood-cutting knife.
A long-lost feeling welled up in his heart.
Back then, he was also a genius.
Suddenly, Tang Hao let out a self-deprecating sigh. "So what if I'm a genius? So what if I'm a Titled Douluo? In the end, I couldn't even protect my own wife."
Tang Hao didn't stay any longer. He dragged his somewhat tired body and slowly returned to the blacksmith shop.
Lu Feng was unaware of Tang Hao's arrival; he was still immersed in his own cultivation.
Although the Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method is strong, it's not without its weaknesses. The most obvious flaw is that it requires a long charging process, and in a real battle, the enemy won't give you that time.
In the original work, Tang San managed to perfect this move by using the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Xiao Wu's soul bone skill.
What should I do now?
As Lu Feng pondered, the way he wielded his knife also began to change.
He no longer focused on the power of each blow, but instead controlled his body, letting the momentum guide his movements.
Gradually, his footwork became somewhat messy, and several times he almost tripped over his own feet.
However, Lu Feng was like a small boat in the raging waves. He drifted with the current, yet he always sailed forward steadily.
However, improving a cultivation technique was not that simple. Countless predecessors of the Clear Sky Sect had experimented for years without making any progress.
"Bang!"
Lu Feng was not paying attention and bumped his forehead against a tree trunk. The pain almost brought tears to his eyes.
My control over my strength is still not enough, and the main reason is that my body is too small and thin. A small horse pulling a large cart, it's just not possible.
Forget it, Spirit City wasn't built in a day.
Lu Feng rubbed his head, packed his things, and walked home.
School starts in a few days. I can't wait to meet the other protagonist.
I wonder what kind of fragments the little rabbit can provide me? I'm not greedy, I'll be satisfied with a [Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring Fragment] or a [Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone Fragment].