Douro Continent

Chapter 443 Eighty-One Hammers (Part 2)

By the fifth day, Tang San was able to hold the stone for five seconds.

Although he had no soul power to help him, standing on the rock, his body could gently sway according to the characteristics of ghostly apparitions to deflect the impact of the waterfall and find the best balance point to withstand the impact.

Even when he had difficulty breathing, he tried to hold on for as long as possible.

For Tang San, this was undoubtedly a good start. As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning. The initial perseverance was undoubtedly the most painful. Tang San not only had to endure the powerful impact of the waterfall, but also the pain of being unable to use his soul power.

It's like an adult suddenly turning into a child; their strength shrinks instantly, and it always takes time to adapt.

The five days were precisely the time for this adaptation process. Over the past five days, constantly being impacted by the flowing water, Tang San gradually recovered from the pain of being unable to use the Mysterious Heaven Skill. With the help of the Wisdom Skull enhancing his own intelligence, he gradually mastered the method.

Starting from the sixth day, the time he spent on the cobblestone increased exponentially, and he was finally able to start swinging the forging hammer in his hand.

Applying force on a smooth, round stone is undoubtedly an extremely painful experience. But Tang San is incredibly clever; he didn't rush to practice the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. Instead, he first tried to adapt to fighting in the waterfall, striving to maintain his balance. He let the waterfall's current wash over him.

When Tang San was finally able to stand firmly under the waterfall and would no longer be swept into the water, Tang Hao finally gave him his second instruction.

Cultivation. Cultivating soul power. Of course, for Tang San, this meant cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Tang San was initially surprised by his father's statement. His Xuan Tian Gong internal energy had been sealed, so how could he cultivate it? But when he actually started cultivating, he found that the seal his father had placed on him was very peculiar. Although he could not use the Xuan Tian Gong internal energy, his cultivation was not affected.

Whenever he begins to cultivate within the void body, the accumulated internal energy, after circulating once, will naturally merge into the fiery seal, becoming one with his original internal energy.

Although Tang San couldn't feel the extent of his progress with this method, his body's recovery speed would obviously be faster after practicing it.

Therefore, from that day on, Tang San spent three hours cultivating every day, and the rest of the time training under the waterfall.

puff--

The forging hammer smashed into the waterfall, creating a small splash that circulated once before returning to Tang San's head.

It was a success. Tang San was overjoyed, but his joy was short-lived. Due to his unstable mind, he was swept into the pool by the waterfall.

Today marks his fifteenth day here. Through tireless efforts, he has finally managed to successfully swing the first hammer of the Chaotic Cloak without slipping off the round stone when exerting force.

Once you get the first strike, you get the second. With Tang San's continuous practice, the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique began to emerge in his hands.

The forging hammer wasn't the Clear Sky Hammer after all; its weight wasn't as terrifying, and its own weight helped Tang San stabilize his position on the rock. Gradually, his Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique became more and more proficient through practice in the waterfall.

At first, the water only splashed up in tiny droplets, but later it danced so powerfully that it was impenetrable. It formed a circular barrier beneath the waterfall, constantly hindering the impact of the water flow and preventing it from splashing into large sprays.

The number of swings of the casting hammer increased rapidly and steadily. In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.

boom--

With a final swing of his hammer, Tang San's body shot skyward like a cannonball, soaring ten meters into the cascading waterfall. Within those ten meters, the waterfall's flow was reversed, creating a deafening roar as he propelled it upwards. Even the rainbow spanning the pool was churned and disrupted at that moment.

That's certainly not something Tang San can achieve with his current strength, but rather a characteristic of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

Each blow was stronger than the last, the force of each blow compounding the previous one. If Tang San hadn't possessed exceptionally strong physical attributes, the sheer force of the impact would have been enough to tear all the muscles in his body apart.

The moment all eighty-one hammer blows were completed, the combined power of the eighty-one blows condensed together. Even though he couldn't use any of his soul power at that moment, the terrifying attack power surpassed his peak moment.

boom--

As his power dissipated, Tang San's body was slammed heavily into the pool below the waterfall, but the excitement he felt at that moment was indescribable.

Three months later, he finally fulfilled his father's request and swung the hammer for the eighty-first time.

Tang San now has a healthy bronze complexion and has grown taller. Although his hair and beard look messy, his eyes, like cold stars, shine brightly.

The instant the water flowed backward, Tang Hao, sitting upright in the stone cave, opened his eyes, a flash of surprise crossing them. Even as the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, he couldn't help but admire his son's excellence. It had taken him a full six months to achieve this. But Tang San, with his unwavering will and innate talent, had accomplished it in just three months.

Jumping from the pool to the shore, Tang San held the forging hammer in one hand, and the first thing he saw was his father's eyes.

Tang Hao's gaze swept over his son. Over the past three months, Tang San's muscles had become more defined. Although none of them were exaggeratedly large, each muscle contained a faint halo. With Tang Hao's Title Douluo eyesight, he could naturally see the explosive power contained within them.

"Dad, I did it. Eighty-one strikes." Tang San said to Tang Hao with a hint of pride. Eighty-one strikes, eighty-one exhilarating strikes, the simultaneous transcendence of mind and body filled him with excitement.

Tang Hao nodded to him and uttered two words, "Very good. However, you still need to do better."

As he spoke, Tang Hao took the forging hammer from Tang San's hand, and with a casual wave, the forging hammer shot into the sky like a meteor and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ignoring the somewhat dazed Tang San, Tang Hao grabbed a large tree beside him with one hand. His hand sliced ​​into the tree trunk like a sharp blade, and the entire tree was cut off as easily as tofu.

Tang Hao started moving his hand, and all Tang San could see were flying wood chips and Tang Hao's illusory palm shadows.

It should be noted that his Purple Demon Eyes had already reached the peak of the third level. Even with his current eyesight, he couldn't see Tang Hao's movements clearly, which shows how fast Tang Hao was.

When Tang Hao stopped, another hammer appeared in his hand, exactly the same as the previous forging hammer, but made from a chopped tree trunk.

He shoved the wooden hammer into Tang San's palm. "Next, use it to practice the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique. If the handle breaks, make your own."

After saying this, Tang Hao returned to his cave. It was another simple instruction, but the task he entrusted to Tang San was far more difficult.

When Tang San first received the wooden hammer, he didn't feel anything special. After three months of using a forging hammer weighing dozens of kilograms, this wooden hammer felt as light as a feather.

When he swam back into the water towards the waterfall, it was much easier than before. The wooden hammer itself had buoyancy and was so light that it saved almost a fifth of the time, and Tang San arrived at the bottom of the waterfall.

However, as soon as he stepped onto the round rock at the foot of the waterfall, he immediately sensed something was wrong. Under the immense force of the water flow, his body swayed, and he was almost swept off the rock.

You see, three months of training had long since made him as stable as a nail driven into a cobblestone. How could he not be surprised when his steps suddenly became unsteady?

Tang San quickly realized something was wrong. The forging hammer in his hand had become a wooden hammer, with a huge difference in weight. He had shifted his center of gravity and his familiarity with the water flow.

The weight difference made it naturally more difficult to stand firm. Understanding this, Tang San immediately grasped some of his father's intentions.

The clever man did not immediately swing the wooden hammer after regaining his footing. Instead, he stood there steadily, gently controlling the hammer and feeling it move through the water.

The seemingly light wooden hammer experienced greater resistance in the water than the previous forged hammer. Its lightness was affected by both buoyancy and the force of the water, making it more difficult for Tang San to control.

When Tang San felt he could regain his footing, he used the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique again.

The first and second hammer blows were manageable, just a bit awkward to handle. But on the third blow, the inherent fragility of the wooden hammer caused it to snap instantly as it broke through the water curtain. The wooden hammer was ruined.

From that day on, Tang San entered the second stage of training.

He lacked internal energy and couldn't channel it into the wooden hammer to protect it. All he could do was try to control the force as much as possible, preventing the hammer from being broken by the water flow or by his own strength as he applied increasing force.

The sudden increase in difficulty did not deter Tang San; instead, it made him more focused, and an even more arduous special training began.

Nine months later.

With a deafening roar, a massive curtain of water shot skyward. This time, it wasn't just a portion of the waterfall that was propelled up, but almost the entire waterfall, ten meters wide. Below the falls, the soaring figure shimmered with a bronze glow, sparkling like gold in the sunlight.

Eighty-one hammer blows—Tang San had already forgotten which eighty-one hammer blow he had completed.

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