Wang Feng immediately decided to head to the blacksmith's workshop in town. He wore simple clothing and carried some food supplies that could be used for bartering, knowing that the blacksmith uncle wouldn't just lend his tools without a good reason.
After walking for half an hour, Wang Feng arrived at the old blacksmith's workshop located in the corner of the small town. From a distance, he could already hear the clanging sound of metal meeting the hammer, accompanied by the rising smoke from within.
"Uncle Luo!" Wang Feng called out as he stepped inside.
A burly man with graying hair turned and squinted at Wang Feng. "Oh? A little kid, huh? What do you want in my workshop?"
Wang Feng smiled and lifted the items he had brought. "I want to learn forging, Uncle Luo. I heard that forging can improve physical strength and energy control. I can trade some of this food for permission to use your tools."
Uncle Luo scrutinized Wang Feng with a sharp gaze. "Hah? A kid your age wants to forge? Forging isn't just about swinging a hammer. It requires technique, endurance, and perseverance. Are you sure you can do it?"
"I'm sure!" Wang Feng answered firmly.
Uncle Luo stared at him for a moment before chuckling mockingly. "Hah! Forging isn't just about hammering. It takes endurance, technique, and patience. A kid like you will probably give up in minutes."
Wang Feng remained unfazed. His gaze stayed sharp. "Then let me try."
Uncle Luo sighed. He had seen many young boys full of enthusiasm, only to quit after a few swings. Lazily, he pointed to a massive hammer resting on the table.
"If you can lift that hammer and swing it 100 times to forge the iron without giving up, I'll give you that hammer and some iron to use."
Wang Feng stepped forward. The hammer was massive, weighing nearly 50 kg. A six-year-old child shouldn't even be able to budge it.
However, Wang Feng smiled faintly. With his current physical strength, this was nothing. He lifted the hammer with one hand and swung it down onto the anvil with perfect precision.
CLANG!
The hammer struck the iron on the anvil, producing a sharp ringing sound that echoed throughout the workshop. The impact of the first strike even sent metal dust flying into the air.
Uncle Luo's eyes widened. That was no ordinary swing—Wang Feng's strike carried technique, strength, and precision beyond what any six-year-old should possess.
But Wang Feng wasn't done.
Keeping his breathing steady, he lifted the hammer again. This time, he recalled the Chaos Cloak Hammer technique. He began moving the hammer in a specific pattern, building momentum with each swing.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
His swings became faster and stronger. The iron being forged started to heat up under the repeated pressure, showing signs of forming better than expected.
Uncle Luo could only watch in astonishment. His hand instinctively gripped his leather apron. This boy… wasn't just strong. He understood forging!
By the 50th strike, beads of sweat started forming on Wang Feng's forehead, but his body remained firm. He could feel his muscles working perfectly, each breath controlled with precision.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
His strikes continued, creating a hypnotic rhythm.
80… 90…
Uncle Luo thought the boy would falter near the end, but instead, Wang Feng grew even stronger.
99…
100!
With the final strike, the sound of metal striking metal rang louder than before. Wang Feng lowered the hammer and exhaled lightly, while Uncle Luo could only stare in disbelief.
For a moment, the workshop fell silent.
Then, deep laughter erupted in the air.
"Hahaha! Kid, you're an absolute monster!" Uncle Luo exclaimed. "Alright! I made a promise, so that hammer is yours now! And here, some high-quality iron for you to use!"
He handed over several bars of fine iron to Wang Feng, still wearing an expression of amazement.
Wang Feng accepted everything calmly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Thank you, Uncle Luo," he said with a faint smile.
With the massive hammer resting on his shoulder and his determination burning even brighter, Wang Feng knew…
The real training had just begun.
...
In a remote and desolate place, Wang Feng stood tall, swinging his massive hammer toward the raw iron before him.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The sound of metal striking metal echoed through the air.
If anyone were to witness this scene, they would undoubtedly be shocked. A young boy, not even as tall as the sledgehammer he wielded, was swinging it with unwavering precision.
His swings were not fast, but they were stable.
Every strike of the hammer landed with almost the same force—hardly any variation!
An astonishing sight indeed!
Controlling the strength of each strike while forging raw iron was a difficult task, even for an experienced blacksmith!
Yet, Wang Feng executed it flawlessly.
"Ten... twenty... thirty... fifty..."
Wang Feng counted silently in his mind.
Fifty swings!
Unbelievable! A six-year-old boy had managed to do it.
Not only that, but with each strike, he continued refining his technique. If, in the first ten swings, there were still slight imbalances in force, by the eleventh strike, every hammer blow landed with perfect precision.
Without anyone's guidance, Wang Feng could control every muscle in his body with extraordinary accuracy.
The longer he struck, the hotter his body became.
The energy consumed by this training was far greater than his previous exercises.
Moreover, the vibrations from each strike placed an immense burden on his body.
'Huff... Five hundred strikes! That should be my limit!' Wang Feng breathed steadily.
He understood that in any training, breathing was the most crucial factor. Although he didn't know any special breathing techniques, maintaining stable and rhythmic breathing would allow him to maximize his endurance.
After one hundred and fifty strikes, his breath, though still steady, began to falter slightly.
But Wang Feng did not stop—he gritted his teeth and persevered.
One hundred and fifty strikes only made him feel exhausted, but his limit was far beyond that!
If anyone had been watching this scene, they would have stopped him immediately.
If he continued like this, he would reach a point where his body could no longer endure, causing potential harm!
Because, at the same time, Wang Feng was also subjected to immense force every time he struck!
But unfortunately, no one was there to stop him.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Clang!
"Five hundred strikes!"
After landing the final hammer blow, Wang Feng's body was exhausted, and his consciousness began to fade.
But... he still hadn't surpassed his limit!
Wang Feng looked at the raw iron, now significantly smaller in size. There were no flames, yet through sheer hammering, the metal had turned red-hot!
"The Meteor Tear hasn't released its energy... That means I haven't exceeded my limit yet..."
Gritting his teeth, he could clearly feel that his body had no strength left.
This was his limit! But he wanted to go beyond it!
"Strength... a powerful martial spirit... grandma... ah... I must not give up..."
Visions of the future he dreamed of flashed in his mind.
He could not surrender!
With unwavering determination, Wang Feng raised his hammer once more!
"Six hundred..."
"Seven hundred..."
Clang!
Clang!
His consciousness was fading, but his body moved instinctively.
The raw iron continued to be forged without pause.
He no longer knew how many times he had swung the hammer.
But finally, the raw iron had completely transformed.
The forging was complete!
This time, he truly collapsed... utterly drained of strength.
If anyone else had been there, they would have been left speechless...
Because this six-year-old boy had managed to forge an entire piece of raw iron in a single session!
Boom!
As Wang Feng fell to the ground, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
A familiar warmth slowly flowed from his heart.
The power of the Fallen Star and the Meteor Tear! This was proof that he had once again surpassed his body's limits!