I collect fragments in Douluo Continent

Chapter 7 Messy Cloak

"It's not raining here," Lu Feng said, looking at the rising sun with a puzzled expression.

Who cares? It's a sunny day, I might as well beat the kid. I'm just killing time anyway.

In the days that followed, Lu Feng did not go hunting in the mountains again. With only three months until the start of the junior academy, Lu Feng was unwilling to waste any time.

In the Douluo Continent, all other professions are inferior except for Soul Masters, and Lu Feng would not abandon the essential for the trivial.

Besides, Lu Feng has collected quite a few fragments of [Golden Soul Coins] over the years, totaling more than a hundred. With his current assets, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the richest man in Holy Soul Village.

It's worth mentioning that Gold Soul Coins cannot be used to upgrade quality.

In the grove.

"Snap!"

Lu Feng swung his machete down, cleaving a thick tree branch in two.

The tree branch was as thick as Lu Feng's waist. If it were an average adult, it would probably take several minutes to saw it off.

"The Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique uses the opponent's force against them; each attack is more powerful than the last. Even with a woodcutter's axe, its power isn't diminished much. Truly worthy of its purple quality!"

Lu Feng looked at the thick tree branch in front of him and secretly rejoiced.

The power of this strike is comparable to a Soul Master's first Soul Skill!

Wiping away his sweat, Lu Feng continued practicing his swordsmanship.

Unbeknownst to Lu Feng, a pair of eyes were watching him intently from the shadows.

One hundred and eighty. One hundred and ninety. Two hundred.

Tang Hao silently counted the number of times Lu Feng swung his sword.

The weight of the machete is several times lighter than that of the forging hammer, making it much easier to swing.

However, the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique emphasizes momentum over brute force, essentially relying on skillful application of energy. Regardless of the weapon used, it ultimately draws the enemy into the user's aura.

With each side gaining and losing ground, a final, fatal blow will be delivered!

The premise is stability!

Before one can build momentum, one must stand firm amidst the surging waves.

This is extremely difficult!

Just like forging, the force of each hammer blow is reflected back to the blacksmith. In tempering the raw iron, the blacksmith is also tempering itself.

Tang Hao was a titled Douluo and a master of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, so he naturally knew the difficulties involved.

"This kid has really made a name for himself!"

These days, Lu Feng goes to the blacksmith shop every few days to "crash lessons," and Tang Hao has long noticed something is wrong.

However, he didn't care.

The "Disorderly Cloak" technique is so common that even the lowest-ranking blacksmiths know its name; there's nothing to hide about it.

Ordinary Soul Masters can easily understand its principle; it's simply about using someone else's strength against them.

However, knowing the principle is one thing, but being able to learn it is another.

Moreover, among the martial spirits on the continent, the Clear Sky Hammer is one of the strongest, giving it a natural advantage when using the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.

The Haotian Sect was happy that everyone was learning the Chaotic Cloak style, and the way they fought was completely changed to head-on confrontation.

"However, this kid's talent is even greater than Xiao San's!"

"Although Xiao San is born with superhuman strength and innate full soul power, his power control is too scattered. Every time he swings his hammer, he wastes at least 30% of his power."

Tang Hao narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the details of Lu Feng's every movement.

His assessment of Lu Feng was summed up in one word: Steady!

The power of each strike, the control over the body, were all perfectly executed!

This will only become more pronounced as time goes on!

"Most importantly, this kid learned it by stealing, or even unconsciously."

Tang Hao became increasingly alarmed as he looked at the document.

This means that Lu Feng possesses unparalleled comprehension and control over every muscle in his body!

A born blacksmith!

No, he's a born Soul Master!

"Could it be because of his martial soul? I heard from Xiao San that Lu Feng's martial soul is his body, his true form's martial soul."

Tang Hao's eyes flickered as his gaze fell on Lu Feng.

He could almost see Lu Feng's heart beating.

"Bang bang bang," streams of blood gushed out, like primordial power.

His feet were firmly planted in the ground, like tree roots. The power surging from his heart seemed to transform into an energy body, emanating from the ground and growing from his calves.

It then flows down to the thighs, through the waist, back, and arms, finally converging in the machete held in the hand.

"Snap!"

It was a perfect strike, hitting a tree trunk as thick as an adult's waist.

The tree fell with a thud, the cut clean and smooth.

"I haven't taught the mistress these skills yet; it's too early for her, who only knows how to swing a hammer. As for the chaotic hammering technique, that's even more unrealistic!"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Tang Hao murmured, "I didn't expect him to be able to grasp these techniques on his own? A genius?"

"No, I'm afraid even calling him a genius is too low a word."

Tang Hao felt that if someone taught him, he could learn quickly, and that was a sign of talent.

To learn something quickly with a teacher is the mark of a genius.

But if no one teaches you, you have to figure it out on your own.

A genius among geniuses?

Tang Hao watched that tiny figure, still tirelessly wielding his wood-chopping knife.

A long-lost feeling welled up in his heart.

He was a genius back then.

Suddenly, Tang Hao sighed self-deprecatingly: "What's the point of being a genius? What's the point of being a Title Douluo? In the end, I couldn't even protect my own wife."

Tang Hao didn't linger. Dragging his somewhat tired body, he slowly returned to the blacksmith's shop.

Lu Feng was unaware of Tang Hao's arrival; he remained engrossed in his cultivation.

"While the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique is powerful, it is not without its weaknesses. The most obvious flaw is that it requires a long charging process, and in actual combat, the enemy will not give you that time."

"In the original novel, Tang San perfected this move by using Ghost Shadow Phantom and Xiao Wu's soul bone skills."

"What should I do now?"

As Lu Feng pondered, his swordsmanship also began to evolve.

He no longer focused on the power of each strike, but instead controlled his body, rotating it as guided by his momentum.

Gradually, his steps became somewhat unsteady, and several times he almost tripped over his own foot.

However, Lu Feng was like a small boat in turbulent waves, drifting with the current, yet always sailing steadily forward.

However, improving cultivation techniques is no simple matter. Countless predecessors of the Haotian Sect have experimented for many years without making any progress.

"Bang!"

Lu Feng was not paying attention and bumped his forehead against the tree trunk, the pain almost bringing tears to his eyes.

"My control over my strength isn't good enough, and the main problem is that I'm too small. It's like a small horse pulling a big cart—it's powerless."

"Never mind, Spirit City wasn't built in a day."

Lu Feng rubbed his head, packed his things, and headed home.

"School starts in a few days, and I can't wait to see the other main character."

"I wonder what kind of fragments the little rabbit can provide me? I'm not greedy. I'll be satisfied if it drops a [100,000-year soul ring fragment] or a [100,000-year soul bone fragment]."

(End of this chapter)