Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, I'll hand it over to the nation.

Tang San was immediately enraged. Now, thanks to the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique taught by Tang Hao, he had become the "top performer" at Shi San's blacksmith shop.

"Little brother, don't talk nonsense! My hammering technique is unparalleled! In the blacksmith's shop, which uncle doesn't praise my skill?"

Tang San said angrily.

After a pause, Tang San added, "Little brother, I know you're a little jealous of me! After all, this [Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique] is a unique skill; Father didn't teach it to you, only to me!"

"My father was a blacksmith his whole life, and his blacksmithing skills were the best! This 'wild wind' hammering technique was also his most masterful skill!"

Tang San boasted smugly.

The blacksmith shop owner, Shi San, chimed in, "Yes! Young Brother Tang San's hammering skills are truly impressive! His blacksmithing abilities far surpass those of us old blacksmiths!"

Tang Yi glanced at Tang San, and sure enough, Tang San was already wearing the soul tool [Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon] given to him by Yu Xiaogang!

Each piece of jade in the 【Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon】item has one cubic meter of storage space, totaling 24 cubic meters, which is much more than the 10 cubic meters of the 【Silk-Wrapped Finger Gloves】item.

Among all the soul tools, the [Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon] is definitely a top-grade item!

"It's such a waste for Tang San to wear the [Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon]!"

Tang Yi thought to himself, and suddenly an idea popped into his head.

"Brother, would you dare to have a match with me?"

Tang Yi beckoned to Tang San with his finger.

Tang San exclaimed, "What are we competing in?"

Tang Yi pointed to the soul tool at Tang San's waist: "Let's compete in hammer techniques and blacksmithing!"

"If I defeat you, you must give me this soul tool!"

Tang San frowned: "This was given to me by my teacher! He said this soul tool has been with him for over 30 years, it's extremely precious!"

After a pause, Tang San looked Tang Yi up and down: "Little brother, what do you have worth betting?"

Without wasting any words, Tang Yi took out the money pouch he had previously snatched from Xiao Chenyu.

"These are twenty gold soul coins that Xiao Chenyu gave me! If you win, you can have them all! And if I become a Soul Master in the future, I'll give all the soul coin subsidies I receive from the Spirit Hall every month to my brother!"

Tang Yi said in a deep voice.

Tang San is only seven years old and has always lived in a small place like Holy Soul Village, so he is used to hardship.

Even in his previous life, Tang San was just an orphan who was adopted by the outer disciples of the Tang Clan and did not live a life of plenty.

Twenty gold soul coins were a huge sum of money in Tang San's eyes!

Furthermore, blacksmith Shi San and his companions cheered from the sidelines, saying, "Little San, your skills are undeniable! How could you possibly lose!"

Tang San thought for a moment, "That's right! I'm a level 15 Soul Master now. With the boost from my Soul Power and the internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, I'm stronger than a dozen strong men!"

"Besides, I also have the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique passed down from my father! There's no way I could lose to that good-for-nothing brother of mine!"

Tang San's confidence surged instantly!

"Hehe, little brother, since you're the one handing over the money, don't blame your older brother!"

Tang San chuckled and made a "please" gesture.

The blacksmith shop owner, Shi San, took out two pieces of "pig iron" of equal weight.

"Alright, let's keep the competition simple! You two brothers will work together as blacksmiths, each using this pig iron to forge something!"

"Each person has a maximum of half an hour. Once the time is up, stop hammering immediately! At that time, take out the weapons you have forged."

"To be fair and to better determine the winner, I suggest that you two brothers forge the same weapon—just a single sword! After all, on the continent, the number of Soul Masters who use swords as weapons is the largest!"

Shi San explained the rules.

Tang San naturally had no objections, and glanced at Tang Yi: "What do you think, little brother?"

"No problem, let's get started as soon as possible!"

Tang Yi nodded.

Soon, two identical sets of stoves, anvils, and sledgehammers were ready.

The furnace fire was blazing, and the two pig iron billets glowed red-hot.

Tang San took a deep breath, stood in front of the anvil, gripped the hammer handle tightly, lowered his back slightly, and assumed the starting stance of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

"start!"

Shi San shouted.

Tang San immediately swung his hammer:

The first blow seemed slow, but the moment the hammerhead touched the billet, he flicked his wrist and, using the rebound force, swung the second blow faster and more violently.

Then came the third hammer blow, the fourth hammer blow... The sound of hammering quickly went from "clang, clang, clang" to a tight "clang clang clang," like a sudden storm.

Using his waist as an axis, Tang San used the residual force of the previous blow to stack the iron billet layer by layer, causing sparks to fly and the billet to deform rapidly.

This is precisely the essence of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique: using the opponent's force against them, and its continuous, unbroken strikes.

The blacksmiths nodded in agreement: "Truly worthy of its renowned reputation—the Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique!"

"This hammering technique requires years of rigorous practice."

Tang San was pleased with himself, and his hammer technique became even smoother, with the hammer shadows almost forming a continuous line.

Tang Yi's starting move was completely different. It lacked that continuous rhythm. He simply clamped the red-hot iron billet onto the anvil, gripped the hammer, which was too big for a child, with both hands, raised it above his head, and then smashed it down.

"Hehe, the Nine Yang Manual is truly a treasure trove of martial arts in the Great Xia Dynasty!"

"This hammer technique originated from Li Yuanba's signature move in 'Heroes of Sui and Tang Dynasties'—the Thirty-Six Styles of Gilded Hammer Technique!"

"I never expected it to be recorded in the Nine Yang Manual. Now that my Nine Yang Inner Strength has reached the Foundation Establishment stage, I can finally begin to use it!"

Tang Yi knew that Li Yuanba was a super strong expert, and his Thirty-Six Styles of Gilded Hammer Technique could absolutely crush the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique!

Then, a loud "Boom!" was heard.

A deafening roar, like a muffled thunderclap, shattered the entire anvil.

The red-hot iron billet was almost flattened, and sparks shot out like fireworks.

Everyone was stunned, and Tang San's hammer strike was a beat slower.

Tang Yi's movements were completely unpretentious; he raised the hammer and brought it down again.

"boom!!!"

Another thunderous roar followed, and the iron billet was forged and stretched at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tang Yi's hammering technique is unpredictable and does not pursue speed. Each strike seems to be delivered with all his might, heavy, domineering, and decisive.

Raise the hammer, smash it down, then raise the hammer again.

There were even slight pauses between movements, as if he was gathering his strength.

But this simple, clumsy hammering caused a huge change in the iron billet with each strike.

The sound wasn't like the hammering of iron, but rather like the pounding of a foundation. The scorching iron was like docile dough being pounded mercilessly under his hammer.

"What...what kind of hammering technique is this? How can it be so powerful?"

An old blacksmith stared wide-eyed.

"What domineering power! How did he generate that force?" Shi San and the others looked on incredulously.

They could all see that the sheer power of Tang Yi's every strike was terrifying, far surpassing that of Tang San!

Tang San was filled with astonishment and doubt!

He had never seen his younger brother use this hammer technique before, nor had he ever heard his father mention it.

That pure, domineering, and forceful aura was completely different from the skillful and clever force of his Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

Tang San gritted his teeth, composed himself, and pushed the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique to its limit. The hammer shadows flew everywhere, and the clanging sounds were as dense as a sudden rain, trying to overwhelm his opponent in terms of momentum.

But the muffled "boom" sounds coming from Tang Yi's side felt like they were hitting someone's heart, incredibly heavy.

Two sounds of hammering mingled in the shop: one was the rapid patter of rain on banana leaves, and the other was the intermittent, heavy rumble of thunder.

The differences become more pronounced over time.

On Tang San's side, the iron blank was barely shaped into a sword, and the blade was roughly uniform.

Moreover, he was sweating profusely and breathing rapidly, as the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique had greatly depleted his soul power and physical strength.

Tang Yi's sword blank was more refined and symmetrical than Tang San's, exuding a sense of solidity.

Impurities in the iron billet were completely squeezed out under the repeated, violent hammer blows.

What's even more remarkable is that Tang Yi's breathing was steady, and apart from a little sweat on his forehead, he didn't show much fatigue.