Douluo Continent: I will always be one level above Tang San.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chuan asked.

Tang San took a deep breath.

He looked around to make sure no one was around before slowly raising his left hand.

A surge of black light appeared, and a small, jet-black hammer materialized in his palm.

overbearing!

None of these can adequately describe it!

"Actually, I also have a second martial soul," Tang San said a little embarrassedly, after all, he had just kept it a secret.

[The first principle of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heavenly Treasure Record: Never let someone you cannot fully trust know your true strength.]

But Brother Lin Chuan is an exception!

Looking at that Haotian Hammer.

Lin Chuan reached out and gently patted Tang San's shoulder, saying earnestly:

"Xiao San, twin martial souls, this is a talent bestowed upon you by heaven, but also a great test."

"I'm not surprised you have it, I'm surprised you dare to tell me."

"Remember to develop steadily from now on!"

Once you grow stronger, no one will be your match.

Tang San nodded:

"I understand. My father taught me that the tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind. But I don't want to hide it from my older brother."

Lin Chuan smiled and said, "Since we both have twin martial souls, let's keep an eye on each other and get stronger together."

"Hmm!" Tang San felt as if he and Brother Lin Chuan were back on the same starting line!

The two returned to the blacksmith's shop.

Tang Hao remained seated, drinking.

"Dad, I've awakened my martial soul. We're going to Notting City to go to school," Tang San said, showing off his Blue Silver Grass and mustering his courage.

"Go to school? What school? Who'll cook?" Tang Hao said coldly. "What's so great about practicing Blue Silver Grass? Wouldn't it be better to be a blacksmith?"

Tang San panicked. If he didn't become stronger, how would he protect his older brother in the future?

"I want to become a Soul Master."

"Soul Master? What use is a Soul Master! Even if you become the most powerful Soul Master, you're still just a piece of trash!"

Tang Hao suddenly flew into a rage and smashed the wine bottle in his hand on the ground, shards flying everywhere.

Tang San was startled; he didn't understand why his father was reacting so strongly.

Lin Chuan, standing to the side, was well aware of Tang Hao's inner turmoil.

He didn't speak, he just quietly looked at Tang San.

Tang San gritted his teeth, suddenly raised his left hand, and with a flash of black light, the Clear Sky Hammer appeared!

"Dad, what if it's twin martial souls?"

Tang Hao was startled. He

He rushed over suddenly, grabbed Tang San's wrist, and stared intently at the small hammer.

His weathered eyes were filled with shock, pain, and longing.

"Twin martial souls, it's actually twin martial souls."

"Did you tell anyone else?"

Tang Hao muttered to himself.

He then abruptly turned his head, his eyes instantly locking onto Lin Chuan beside him.

A terrifying, suffocating pressure descended instantly.

The killing intent of a titled Douluo!

Tang San didn't know why Tang Hao suddenly changed his expression.

However, as a disciple of the Tang Clan, reading people's expressions and moods is his forte.

Especially when it comes to murderous intent!

He instantly sensed his father's murderous intent towards Lin Chuan, and abruptly stepped in front of Lin Chuan, spreading his arms wide:

"Dad! No! I was the one who told Brother Lin Chuan!"

"You told him?"

Tang Hao's anger intensified:

"Do you know this will bring you utter ruin?"

"It's just twin martial souls, right? Brother Lin Chuan won't tell anyone!"

Tang San didn't understand. Why would Tang Hao do this when it was just a hammer-type martial soul?

"Dad, did you know? Brother Lin Chuan has innate full soul power! He even has twin martial souls!"

"Just now, Uncle Su Yuntao from the Spirit Hall expressed his hope that Brother Lin Chuan would join the Spirit Hall, promising him the best resources, and even saying that the Pope might take him as a disciple!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's murderous aura slightly faltered.

"But Brother Lin Chuan refused!"

Tang San choked up as he said, "He said that in order to take care of me and not let me be all alone, he refused the Spirit Hall's invitation to my face! He said that loyalty is more important than strength!"

"How could Lin Chuan possibly harm me?!"

"Dad, I won't allow you to hurt Brother Lin Chuan! If you're going to hurt him, kill me first!"

In the end, Tang San shouted it out!

Lin Chuan stood to the side, feeling gratified but also a little embarrassed. Was he really that good?

Tang Hao was stunned.

He looked at the small, thin figure blocking Lin Chuan's way.

He then glanced at Lin Chuan, who stood behind Tang San without any fear.

The red light in Tang Hao's eyes gradually faded, and his aura slowly subsided.

He let go of her hand and slumped back into his chair.

Yes, it's just a child, why make such a fuss?

After drinking for so many years, I almost ruined myself!

The once mighty Haotian Douluo has fallen to this state.

"So you rejected the Spirit Hall? What a fine example of putting loyalty first."

Tang Hao closed his eyes, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"I never imagined that after living half my life, my vision would be inferior to that of two children."

"Lin Chuan," Tang Hao suddenly spoke.

"Uncle Tang," Lin Chuan said, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Thank you for taking care of the mistress."

Tang Hao's voice was very deep:

"Since you've decided to go to Nottingham, then go ahead. I need to wake up too."

……

Over the next three months, Tang Hao began to teach Tang San the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

Every afternoon, the clanging sound of hammering echoes through the blacksmith's shop.

Tang San was sweating profusely, putting all his strength into every strike, feeling the transmission of power and the mystery of using the opponent's force against them.

Lin Chuan, on the other hand, moved a deck chair and lay down by the door to sunbathe.

He had a piece of blue silver grass dangling from his mouth and a fan in his hand, occasionally offering a few pointers.

"Mistress, you're not using your waist muscles correctly. You need to move like a spring."

"The hammer blow was too light, and the rhythm was off."

Tang San adjusted himself while being scolded, but in his heart he was thinking:

Although Brother Lin Chuan is lying down, he must be practicing more advanced techniques in his mind.

To be able to judge my mistakes just by sound—that listening skill is simply unfathomable!

At the same time, in Lin Chuan's mind:

[Ding! Detected that Tang San has grasped the essence of the "Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique," and his proficiency has increased.]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the sword skill "Chaotic Cloak Sword Dance," an improved version based on the principles of the Chaotic Cloak, boasting greater speed, stacking sword energy, and unlimited stacking potential.]

[Congratulations, host, your physique has increased by 1.]

Lin Chuan comfortably rolled over.

My dear mistress, you're expending sweat, but I'm using my brainpower!

Keep it up, I believe in you!

Finally, three months later, Tang San successfully forged a piece of refined iron.

Looking at the piece of refined iron, Tang San excitedly wiped his sweat and turned to look at Lin Chuan:

"Big brother, I did it!"

Lin Chuan opened his eyes, picked up a branch from the side, and shook it gently.

The tree branch swept through the air, instantly unleashing nine sword-like blossoms.

Each flower contains a certain superimposed force.

Snapped!

The branch finally touched the piece of refined iron, but it did not break.

Instead, it left a deep white spot on the refined iron.

Tang San was shocked:

"Is this incorporating the force of the 'Disorderly Cloak' technique into swordsmanship?"

"And you grasped it just by watching me forge iron? You even made it seem effortless, simplifying complex techniques?"

"Hey, Xiao San, your hammering technique still has flaws." Lin Chuan tossed away the branch and casually put on a show of arrogance: "But for a beginner, it's already quite good."

Tang San was deeply affected, yet also greatly encouraged.

It turns out that Brother Lin Chuan created his own sword technique in the past three months!

How long will it take me to catch up with this level?

"Let's pack our things, Grandpa Jack is coming to pick us up."

Lin Chuan clapped his hands.