Douluo Continent

Chapter 2 Wasted Martial Soul and Innate Full Soul Power (1)

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Chapter 2 Wasted Martial Soul and Innate Full Soul Power (1)

Episode 1 of Douluo World Chapter 2 Wasted Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power (1)

Old Jack was obviously very patient with Tang San. In his heart, the wisest child in the village was Tang San in front of him. It was hard to imagine how such a father could have such a well-behaved child.

"A great soul master is a soul master level degree. The soul master is the most noble profession in our entire Douluo Continent. They can be strong fighters, and they can also have extraordinary additional abilities. But no matter what kind of soul master, their levels were all sorted by the same title."

"Soul masters have their own martial soul power. According to the strength of the martial soul force, they were divided into ten titles. Each degree is divided into ten levels. Those who are just starting out are called soul masters. During the moment the martial soul awakened, Everyone was a soul warrior. If a martial soul could be cultivated, when the soul force reached the eleventh level, it would enter the next title, that of a soul master. And a great soul teacher is third in the entire title sequence. When you reach the realm of a great soul master, you are already an extremely powerful soul master. Ten whole titles like this."

"Soul Scholar, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Venerable, Soul Sect, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Sage, Soul Douluo and Title Douluo. This is where our Douluo Continent name comes from. According to legend, Titles Douluo who had reached level ninety or so could give themselves titles, they were simply invincible existences!"

His eyes shone with pride, "Our Sacred Soul Village produced a rank eight Soul Sage a hundred years ago. This was extremely rare in the entire City of Notting, and even in the entire Province of Fasino."

Tang Hao at the side arch his lips, "Old Jack, that's just a legend."

As if touched by the scales, Old Jack was furious, "What is a legend? Legends come from facts. Tang Hao, you have been in the village for six years. You must understand the status of the soul saint in our hearts." If I hear you insult Mr. Hunsheng again, I will drive you out of the village. If it wasn't for Xiaosan, do you think I would have come to your cage?"

Tang Hao did not get angry, and still knocked on the farming tool in his hand, as if he did not hear Jack's words.

Jack glared at her sharply, and then said to Tang San: "From now on, you can't be too decadent like your father, alright, I'll go first, and I'll pick you up in three days."

After speaking, Old Jack left the blacksmith shop angrily.

"Dad," Tang San called out.

"Huh?" Tang Hao glanced at her coldly, seeing the coldness in his father's eyes, Tang San had no choice but to swallow back what he wanted to say. With his head bowed, he returned to his own room and continued fighting for ten thousand beats.

"Dad, wait a minute." Tang San stopped Tang Hao before he could clean the dishes.

"What are you doing?" Tang Hao glared at her impatiently, although Tang Hao had never hit Tang San, but for some reason, Tang Santian was born with a fear of this father. For him who had become human in two lives, he could not change these feelings.

"Then 10,000 blows, I'm done forging," Tang San said.

"Oh?" The light in Tang Hao's eyes seemed a little bright, "Bring me to take a look."

"okay." Tang San quickly ran back to his room, and soon, he dashed out while holding the iron beam.

The entire body of the iron beam was pitch-black, although it was irregular in shape, yet it seemed that each piece was extremely brilliant, with a black light looming within it. The entire piece of iron was roughly the size of one out of four people in a genuine lump of iron, and Tang San would have no trouble holding it with Xuantian Kungfu.

Tang Hao grabbed the black iron beam in his hand, placed it before his eyes and looked at it carefully, "Do you understand what I'm saying now?"

Tang San nodded, "Steel is made from hundreds of refinements, no matter how bad the quality of the metal is, it will be of high quality after being continuously forged and refined. Dad, are you going to tell me the truth about this?"

Tang Hao discovered that his son seemed to have surprised him a lot lately, so he returned the iron beam, "Then you can continue. When you fake it to be the size of a fist, show it to me. "After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the house.

According to what he originally said, forging that iron beam ten thousand times could teach Tang San to forge, but now he seemed to have reneged on his promise. But Tang San did not care about this, he only thought about what Tang Hao said.

“Size fist?” Could such a huge iron beam really be forged to be the size of a fist? Although it was only a quarter of its original volume, Tang San knew very well that with continuous forging, the iron beams became increasingly dense, and it was increasingly difficult to reduce its volume. If you want to forge it the size of a fist, you can't do it with 10,000 more punches.

Hundreds of refinements produced steel, so what did ten thousand refinements mean? A flash of light flashed across Tang San's eyes, and with a slight movement of his feet, his body nimbly slipped into his room. Before long, the sound of clanking beats rang out again in the blacksmith shop.

Three days passed quickly, Tang San still went to the top of the mountain every morning to do his regular homework, and after returning home, other than cooking, he would do forging. It could be considered a competition with that piece of coarse iron. The beating speed increased every day. Xuan Tian Kung helped him quickly recover his physical strength, and he was able to maintain this continuous forging process.

"Little San, Grandpa's here to pick you up." Old Jack came to the blacksmith shop in time, probably because he was bored with Tang Hao, this time he didn't even enter, just calling 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 during the day."