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Chapter 7 - Disorderly Cloak

"It's not even raining," Lu Feng muttered, puzzled as he watched the rising sun.

But who cares? On a sunny day, beating a child out of boredom is still something to do.

In the following days, Lu Feng stopped going into the mountains to hunt. With only three months left before the primary academy started, he had no intention of wasting any time.

In the world of Douluo Dalu, all other pursuits are worthless compared to becoming a Soul Master. Lu Feng wasn't about to abandon the fundamentals for trivial pursuits.

Besides, over the years, Lu Feng had collected quite a few Gold Soul Coin fragments — over a hundred, in fact. With his current wealth, he could be considered the richest man in Holy Soul Village.

It's worth mentioning that these Gold Soul Coins couldn't be upgraded in quality.

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In a small grove.

Crack!

Lu Feng brought his machete down in a clean, powerful arc, severing a thick branch in one stroke.

The branch was as thick as his waist. For an average adult, sawing through it would've taken several minutes.

"The Disorderly Cloak Hammer Technique uses strength against strength. Each strike builds upon the momentum of the last, making the next even stronger. Even using a machete, the power isn't significantly reduced. As expected of a purple-grade technique!"

Lu Feng looked at the severed branch, a secret grin forming on his lips.

That slash was probably equivalent in strength to a Soul Master's first soul skill!

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Lu Feng resumed practicing his technique.

What he didn't know, however, was that in the shadows, a pair of eyes were silently observing him.

"One-eighty… one-ninety… two hundred…"

Tang Hao silently counted Lu Feng's swings in his mind.

A machete was much lighter than a forging hammer, making it easier to swing. But the Disorderly Cloak Hammer Technique emphasized momentum over raw force — a technique that relied on skillful strength. Regardless of the weapon used, the goal was to pull the opponent into your rhythm.

Gain power as the opponent weakens — then deliver a fatal strike!

The key? Stability.

Before momentum peaks, the user must remain as steady as a mountain in a raging sea.

Not an easy task.

It was much like forging — every hammer strike rebounds, tempering not only the metal, but also the blacksmith.

As a Titled Douluo and master of the Disorderly Cloak Hammer Technique, Tang Hao knew just how difficult it was.

"This brat's really learned something incredible."

For days now, Lu Feng had been showing up at the forge, 'sneaking lessons.' Tang Hao had noticed the odd behavior early on.

Still, he didn't care much.

The technique itself was hardly a secret. Even low-tier blacksmiths knew of the Disorderly Cloak Hammer. Nothing worth hiding.

Soul Masters could easily understand the principle — using strength against strength.

But knowing the principle and actually mastering it were two different things entirely.

Moreover, among the continent's Martial Spirits, in terms of raw strength, the Clear Sky Hammer ranked among the very top. Using the Disorderly Cloak Hammer with it gave a natural advantage.

The Clear Sky Clan even encouraged others to adopt the technique, shifting battle styles to direct, head-on clashes.

"But this kid's talent… it's even better than Little San's."

"Even though Little San had innate divine strength and full innate soul power, his control is too scattered. Every swing wastes about thirty percent of its power."

Tang Hao narrowed his eyes, observing Lu Feng's every move.

He only had one word for Lu Feng: Steady.

Every strike, every muscle movement — perfectly controlled, precise, and fluid.

And the deeper he got into the rhythm, the better it became.

"What's even more impressive… is that this kid learned it by stealing — and even unconsciously."

The more Tang Hao watched, the more shaken he became.

This meant Lu Feng had not only incredible comprehension, but also precise control over every muscle in his body.

A born blacksmith?

No— a born Soul Master!

"Could it be because of his Martial Spirit? According to Little San, Lu Feng's Martial Spirit is his body — a Body Martial Spirit…"

Tang Hao's gaze flickered as he looked at Lu Feng.

He could almost see the boy's heart beating.

Thump thump thump — blood surged like primal power itself.

His feet were rooted to the ground like tree roots. The power from his heart traveled downward through his legs, up his thighs, through his waist and spine, and finally to the arms — converging into the machete.

Crack!

A perfect strike split a tree as thick as an adult's waist.

The tree toppled with a clean, smooth cut.

"I haven't even taught Little San these techniques yet. They're still too advanced for him. As for the Disorderly Cloak Hammer Technique — he's far from ready."

Tang Hao muttered, "And this kid… he's grasped them on his own? A genius?"

"No… calling him a genius might be an understatement."

Tang Hao reflected. If someone learns quickly after being taught — that's talent.

If they understand the moment they're taught — that's genius.

But if no one teaches them, and they figure it out themselves…

A genius among geniuses?

He stared at the small figure tirelessly swinging his machete.

A feeling he hadn't felt in years stirred inside him.

Once, long ago — he, too, had been called a genius.

Then he sighed bitterly and said to himself:

"But what does being a genius matter? What does being a Titled Douluo mean? In the end, I couldn't even protect my own wife."

Tang Hao didn't linger. With weary steps, he returned to the forge.

Lu Feng remained unaware of Tang Hao's presence. Immersed in his training, he muttered to himself:

"The Disorderly Cloak Hammer Technique is strong, but it has a flaw — it requires too long to charge up. In real combat, the enemy won't give you time."

"In the original, Tang San combined Ghost Shadow Perplexing Tracks and Xiao Wu's soul bone to perfect it."

"So what should I do?"

As he pondered, his blade technique began to shift.

He stopped focusing on raw power. Instead, he started to control his body, letting his momentum guide his movements.

Gradually, his footwork became erratic. He stumbled several times, nearly tripping over himself.

And yet, he was like a small boat in rough waters — tossed by waves, but never capsized, always pressing forward.

Of course, improving a technique wasn't easy. Even the elders of the Clear Sky Clan had made little progress after years of research.

Bang!

Lost in thought, Lu Feng accidentally slammed his forehead into a tree trunk, bringing tears to his eyes.

"Still not enough control… and this body is too small and weak. Like a pony trying to pull a wagon — useless."

"Forget it, Spirit City wasn't built in a day."

Rubbing his head, Lu Feng packed up and started heading home.

"School starts in a few days. I can't wait to meet the other protagonist."

"I wonder what kind of fragments the little bunny girl will give me? I won't be greedy. I'd be satisfied with a random [100,000-Year Soul Ring Fragment] or [100,000-Year Soul Bone Fragment]."

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