Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 9 Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique and Hidden Weapons

Inside the thatched hut, under the dim light, Tang San's focused face was reflected on the mottled walls.

Every inch of this space is permeated with the aura of iron and fire, as if telling the story of his family's long and eventful history.

As Tang San expected, after he awakened his twin martial souls, his father's attitude towards him changed drastically!

On the first day, while Tang San was hammering iron, Tang Hao, who was watching from the side, took the initiative to walk up to Tang San and teach him the terrifying Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique!

When this moment arrived, Tang San was secretly overjoyed; what was bound to happen had finally come! His intuition was always very accurate!

This reassured him, who was worried about the final battle with Ren, and made him feel like he had another trump card!

Although Tang Hao taught him the method of blacksmithing, the so-called integration and application of this hammering technique seems to be applicable to combat as well!

As an assassin who transmigrated from another era, I certainly have some comprehension skills!

Within a week, Tang San's hammer, guided by Tang Hao, danced in dazzling patterns.

Each hammer blow seemed to strike deep into Tang San's soul, elevating his understanding of power to a new level.

The essence of the Chaotic Cloak Fist Technique is gradually seeping into his blood.

Every swing of the hammer is a display of power.

The moment the hammer and anvil made contact, sparks flew everywhere, like brilliant stars in the night sky.

Tang San's movements were skillful and fluid. He first heated the iron block in the furnace until it turned red-hot, then quickly took it out and hammered it on the anvil.

Each strike causes the shape of the iron block to gradually change.

His breathing synchronized with the rhythm of his hammering; with each inhale and exhale, the hammer rose and fell with measured precision. Tang San's arm muscles tensed and relaxed with every swing, displaying astonishing strength and endurance.

However, he was not satisfied with the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. The blade still gave him a sense of pressure. During this week of preparation, he was also speeding up the forging of his Tang Clan's hidden weapons!

During this week of preparation, Tang San's hands were almost constantly busy. It can be said that apart from practicing the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, he spent the rest of his time making hidden weapons!

Using limited materials, he worked day and night to create Tang Clan's hidden weapons.

Each of his hidden weapons embodies his hard work and wisdom.

Although the lack of materials prevented the quality of the hidden weapons from reaching the ideal level, the advantage in quantity could make up for this deficiency.

A week later, as dawn broke, Tang San was busy inside the thatched hut.

The porridge in the pot was steaming hot and fragrant, and the coarse grain steamed buns he made himself emitted an enticing aroma.

He stood at the door, his clear voice piercing the morning tranquility and echoing in the quiet courtyard, but Tang Hao was nowhere to be seen.

Just as Tang San hesitated whether to call out again, Tang Hao's figure slowly appeared from outside the door.

His steps were heavier than usual, and his face showed signs of fatigue, but his eyes remained firm.

Tang San hurried forward, but was stopped by Tang Hao.

"Little Miss, Old Jack will take you to Nottingham City in three months." Tang Hao's deep and powerful voice broke the morning's tranquility.

Tang San, who brought the food over, appeared somewhat surprised, but he wasn't at all. After all, it would be a real waste not to use his talent!

Tang Hao sat at the table, took the rice bowl handed to him by Tang San, and slowly began to speak:

"Don't you want to learn the abilities of a Soul Master? Old Jack will take you to the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy."

His gaze fell on Tang San, with a hint of anticipation.

"You will learn what you want to learn there."

Tang Hao's words revealed his trust and support for his son.

Tang San nodded in response and calmly served Tang Hao another bowl of rice.

After Tang Hao took it, he said something else.

"This is the path you chose yourself. Once you get there, use the forging methods I taught you to find a blacksmith shop and become an apprentice."

"Tuition and food expenses should be enough."

Suddenly, Tang Hao's tone shifted abruptly, becoming serious and unquestionable, instantly turning the relaxed atmosphere into a tense one.

"But there are conditions for letting you go to Nottingham."

Tang Hao's voice echoed in the thatched hut, each word sounding particularly heavy.

You can only go if you agree to my conditions!

His gaze was piercing, fixed intently on Tang San, as if scrutinizing his son's resolve.

Tang San was indeed somewhat surprised by this. A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but it was only for a moment before he nodded in agreement without hesitation.

In his view, since Tang Hao had even taught him such a valuable skill as the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, the conditions he proposed would naturally not be anything harmful to him.

It can now be basically confirmed that the father of this world is powerful. Although it is not clear yet, Tang San does not need to hesitate at all when it comes to obeying him.

Seeing Tang San agree so quickly, a hint of surprise flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He frowned slightly, his tone carrying a touch of reproach:

"You agreed to my request without even asking what it was. As a man, you must keep your promises!"

"Don't be someone who makes promises lightly!"

Tang Hao's voice revealed his expectations for his son.

Tang San looked up and stared directly into his father's eyes, honestly revealing a part of his true feelings:

"I'll do whatever my dad asks me to do; he's definitely doing it for my own good."

Tang Hao nodded slowly, his eyes becoming unusually solemn, as if he were carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders.

He stated his demands solemnly, each word like a nail driven into Tang San's heart:

"Alright, no matter how you cultivate your soul power in the future, you must not add any soul rings to that hammer martial soul, and you must not let anyone see its appearance!"

"And don't let anyone else know. You possess twin martial souls."

Tang Hao's words carried an undeniable firmness, and his voice echoed within the thatched hut, carrying the weight of a command.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Hao squatted down, placed his hands firmly on Tang San's shoulders, and asked again with a serious yet expectant look in his eyes, as deep as the night sky:

"Can you do it?"

At this moment, Tang San was indeed somewhat bewildered. Good heavens, he had a martial soul but couldn't use it?! He couldn't even apply spirit rings, so how was he supposed to break through his spirit power and become stronger?

And after that, wouldn't he have died instantly in a fight with Blade? He couldn't possibly have relied on Blue Silver Grass, could he?

Everyone says he's a useless soul! Even my innate full soul power level seems lower than his!

Tang San realized he had agreed a little too soon.

However, being as clever as he was, he immediately thought that since the dead saw this, it was as if they hadn't seen it at all. Now it seemed that there was another reason for Ren Qu to die!

Although Tang San had already made up his mind, he still had reservations about his other martial soul—Blue Silver Grass.

He still held a sliver of hope and wanted to learn more.

He cleared his throat and cautiously raised his question.

"Then, what about Blue Silver Grass?"

Tang San stared intently at Tang Hao, awaiting his father's answer.

Tang Hao raised a finger, his eyes revealing a hint of seriousness, as if he were revealing an important secret:

"You can use the Blue Silver Grass martial soul freely. It's a twin martial soul. As long as one of the martial souls has a soul ring, you can continue to cultivate, and the bottleneck in improving your soul power will disappear."

Hearing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a heavy weight lifted from his heart.

Fortunately, at least he still has one martial soul that can use soul rings to enhance its soul power, which is undoubtedly good news for him.

But he still had some doubts, so he continued to ask:

"Does that mean I can only use the Blue Silver Grass martial soul from now on?"

Tang Hao lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice:

"Unless your life is in danger, do not use that hammer." His words were firm and unwavering.

Tang San raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that this way he could use two martial souls without worry, and at least in most cases, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

After giving his instructions, Tang Hao turned back to the dining table and said in a calm tone:

"Alright, let's eat."

His attitude seems to have returned to its usual calm.

Tang San's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

Today's conversation gave him a clearer understanding of his future. He is filled with confidence.

That blade should have a good taste of the hammering technique he just learned!

(End of this chapter)