Chapter 2 Abandoned Martial Soul and Innate Soul Power (1)
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Old Jack was obviously very patient with Tang San. In his heart, the most sensible child in the village was the Tang San in front of him. It was really hard to imagine how such a father could have such a well-behaved son.
"Great Soul Master is the title of Soul Master level. Soul Master is the most noble profession in our entire Douluo Continent. They can be powerful warriors or have excellent auxiliary abilities. But no matter what kind of Soul Master they are, their level
They are all sorted by the same title."
"Soul masters all have their own martial soul power. According to the strength of the martial soul power, they are divided into ten titles. Each title is divided into ten levels. Those who have just started to get started are called soul masters. As long as the martial soul awakens,
Everyone is a soul master. If the martial soul can be cultivated, when the soul power reaches the eleventh level, it will enter the next title, that is, soul master. And the great soul master is the third in the entire title sequence.
.When you reach the realm of great soul master, you are already a very powerful soul master. The overall ten titles are as follows."
"Soul Warrior, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Lord, Soul Sect, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo and Titled Douluo. The name of our Douluo Continent comes from this. According to the legend,
Titled Douluo who have reached level 90 or above can choose a title for themselves, they are simply invincible!"
His eyes were shining with pride, "Our Holy Soul Village produced an eighth-level Soul Saint a hundred years ago. It is extremely rare in the entire Notting City, and even in the entire Fasno Province."
Tang Hao on the side curled his lips, "Old Jack, that's just a legend."
As if being touched, Old Jack was furious, "What is a legend? Legends also come from facts. Tang Hao, you have been in the village for six years. You should understand the status of the Soul Saint in our hearts."
.If I hear you insult Lord Soul Saint again, I will expel you from the village. If it were not for the sake of mistress, do you think I am willing to come to your doghouse?"
Tang Hao didn't get angry, and still banged the farm tools in his hands, as if he didn't hear Jack's words.
Jack glared at him fiercely, and then said to Tang San: "In the future, you must never be as decadent as your father. Okay, I'll leave first, and I'll pick you up in three days."
After saying that, Old Jack left the blacksmith shop angrily.
"Dad." Tang San called.
"Huh?" Tang Hao glanced at him coldly. Seeing the coldness in his father's eyes, Tang San had to swallow back what he wanted to say. He lowered his head and returned to his room to continue fighting for those ten thousand knocks.
Already.
As night fell, after dinner, Tang Hao wiped his mouth and walked outside habitually. For him, this was a routine, going out to drink. Drink the worst quality ale.
"Dad, wait a minute." Tang San didn't have time to clear away the dishes, so he called Tang Hao first.
"What?" Tang Hao glared at him impatiently. Although Tang Hao had never beaten Tang San, for some reason, Tang San was born with some fear of his father. For him, who had been born in two lifetimes, he was also afraid of his father.
Can't change this feeling.
"After ten thousand strokes, I've finished forging it." Tang San said.
"Oh?" The light in Tang Hao's eyes seemed to be a little brighter, "Bring it to me and see."
"Okay." Tang San quickly ran back to his room, and soon he ran out holding an iron block.
The iron block was completely black, and although its shape was irregular, every cross section looked extremely radiant, with a dark light looming in it. The entire iron block was about the size of one of four people in the original iron lump. Tang San used the Xuantian Technique to hold it.
I feel strenuous.
Tang Hao grabbed the black iron piece in his hand, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, "Do you understand what I said now?"
Tang San nodded, "Steel is made a hundred times, and no matter how bad the quality of the metal is, it will become high quality after continuous forging and purification. Dad, are you going to tell me this truth?"
Tang Hao found that his son seemed to surprise him a lot these days, so he returned the iron block to him, "Then you can continue. When you have forged it into the size of a fist, bring it to me to see." After that,
, he turned around and walked out of the house.
According to what he originally said, he could teach Tang San how to forge the iron block ten thousand times, but now he seemed to have broken his promise. But Tang San didn't care about it, he just thought about what Tang Hao said.
"The size of a fist?" Can such a large iron block really be forged to the size of a fist? Even though it was only a quarter of its original volume, Tang San knew very well that with continuous forging, the density of the iron blocks was getting higher and higher.
The bigger it gets, the more difficult it becomes to reduce the size. If you want to forge it to the size of a fist, it will definitely not be achieved by tapping it ten thousand times.
Steel can be made by a hundred refinements, so what can it be made by ten thousand refinements? A flash of light flashed in Tang San's eyes, his feet staggered slightly, and his body had already slipped into his room dexterously. Soon, there was a clanging sound of knocking.
, sounded in the blacksmith shop again.
Three days passed quickly. Tang San would still go to the top of the mountain to do his routine homework every morning. After returning home, in addition to cooking, he would also do forging. He could compete with that piece of pig iron. Every day
The speed of hammering was increasing. Xuantian Kung helped him quickly recover his strength and was able to maintain the continuous forging process.
"Xiao San, grandpa is here to pick you up." Old Jack came to the blacksmith shop on time. Perhaps because he was tired of Tang Hao, he didn't even go in this time, and only called Tang San outside.
Tang San glanced at his father who had just had breakfast next to him. Tang Hao said coldly: "Go. Don't delay cooking for lunch."