Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Tang San's Astonishment! I Bet There Are No Pebbles in Your Arms!
Tang San walked briskly out of the Saint Soul Village, contemplating how to make Wang Feng lose gracefully without causing too much harm.
"My expertise is in Tang Sect hidden weapons. Even without forging them now, ordinary pebbles in my hands can still unleash great power." Tang San touched the pebbles in his pocket and sleeve, used for practicing various hidden weapon techniques.
Although they were not real hidden weapons, they could cause significant harm to a child when controlled properly.
"Maybe I shouldn't use hidden weapons. Just rely on basic martial arts. Considering Wang Feng's recent improvement from hammering iron, combining it with his slightly inferior physical fitness, using the Xuantian Gong might be too overwhelming for him." Tang San pondered, adjusting his strategy.
This was Tang San's typical thought process, not underestimating Wang Feng but considering the best approach for their agreement to make Wang Feng feel challenged without being overwhelmed.
Before long, Tang San arrived in a spacious forest, the same one as before. There he found Wang Feng, standing with hands behind his back, facing away, gazing at the sky.
"Here you are," Wang Feng's calm voice reached Tang San.
"I'm here," Tang San nodded.
"I knew you'd come," Wang Feng continued nonchalantly.
"Of course, didn't we agree on this?" Tang San was puzzled.
At this moment, Wang Feng turned around, gazing steadily at Tang San. After a while, he said, "It's been almost a month."
"Yes, a full twenty days," Tang San nodded.
Wang Feng sighed, "Such a long twenty days."
Tang San found it strange, "It's a short twenty days..."
However, from Wang Feng's tone, combined with the atmosphere, Tang San sensed an uncommon bitterness, leaving him momentarily speechless. For him, twenty days were like the blink of an eye, but for Wang Feng, it seemed like several years.
Wang Feng had endured rigorous training, almost constantly challenging his limits. Fortunately, he has the Meteor Tear, or else he might not have survived such relentless training.
"Heh... Xiao San, even though you haven't read Gu Long's novels, you play the fool quite well... Hahaha!" Wang Feng suddenly burst into laughter, breaking the heavy atmosphere.
This laughter made Tang San raise an eyebrow. Wang Feng was indeed unpredictable—serious and then playful.
"Come on!" Wang Feng's tone suddenly changed.
With these words, Tang San's right foot touched the ground, and he rushed towards Wang Feng with incredible speed, throwing a hooked fist towards Wang Feng's cheek.
The speed was such that even adults would struggle to react, let alone someone of their age. However, at the last moment before the punch connected with Wang Feng's cheek, his head seemed to enter bullet time, gently moving an inch back, narrowly avoiding the punch.
Missing the punch, Tang San didn't hesitate, using his elbow as a weapon, attacking Wang Feng's shoulder. But Wang Feng just smiled, once again shifting a few inches to evade the elbow strike.
Seeing this, Tang San was surprised. If the first two attacks were coincidences, the following period was downright frightening.
His continuous assaults, resembling waves, were all skillfully dodged by Wang Feng, as if he could predict every move.
"Coincidence?" Tang San frowned. Mixing various attacks with occasional whimsical maneuvers, he appeared as a disciplined young boy launching one attack after another. However, the smiling boy managed to avoid every strike without a single piece of clothing being touched.
Ten minutes later, Tang San threw another punch that missed, and he stepped back, looking at Wang Feng in shock.
He realized that it wasn't just luck in the first two attacks; something was off. Wang Feng seemed to foresee his every move.
"He seems to be able to see through all my attacks! There's only one possibility—his speed is much faster than mine!" Tang San was amazed.
While he knew his own physical abilities, Wang Feng's seemed to be on another level.
In Wang Feng's eyes, all of Tang San's attacks appeared to be slowed down by at least three or four times. He could dodge them effortlessly, even closing his eyes or chewing on the blue silver grass.
"Let's use the Xuantian Gong. Increase speed and strength. Resolve the battle within three punches!" Tang San's competitive spirit ignited as he saw Wang Feng's incredible speed.
Tang San took a deep breath, activating the Xuantian Gong in his body, charging towards Wang Feng once again. This time, his speed had increased by at least two times.
As Tang San rushed in like the wind, Wang Feng slightly tensed. He wondered if this was the Xuantian Gong and compared his own inner energy, generated by the Meteor Tear, with the internal force Tang San cultivated.
Every time Wang Feng pushed his body beyond limits, the Meteor Tear released a special energy that circulated through his body, eventually settling in the lower abdomen.
As he contemplated this, Wang Feng once again refrained from using his power. Because Wang Feng felt that he could still dodge Tang San's attacks. However, this time, Wang Feng chose not to dodge.
Now having a clear understanding of his own speed, Wang Feng wanted to test his strength. Tang San, who had activated the Xuantian Gong, was a perfect target.
A punch came forth. Wang Feng first shifted his body, then, without dodging, he raised his right fist directly towards Tang San's incoming punch.
Seeing this, Tang San was greatly surprised. He didn't expect Wang Feng to stand his ground this time. Instead of dodging, he chose to collide with him?
Just as he was thinking, a loud explosion occurred as the two fists collided. A muffled clash echoed.
In the next moment, Tang San's expression changed. He felt a tremendous force coming from Wang Feng's fist, causing his own fist to numb.
Thump, thump, thump! Unstoppable, Tang San retreated several steps before stabilizing himself.
His shock deepened. His punch was much stronger than that of an average adult, weighing around two hundred kilograms. Adding the power boost from the Xuantian Gong, it should have been at least four hundred kilograms. Although he anticipated Wang Feng's speed, he never expected to be completely unable to withstand the impact.
"Could I have been mistaken? When Wang Feng climbed the mountain that day... While he didn't display immense strength, his physical fitness shouldn't have granted him this kind of power!" Tang San was astounded. "Is it possible that I underestimated him? His strength even surpasses my Xuantian Gong... It's incredible how well Wang Feng has hidden his abilities."
Reflecting on the lazy appearance Wang Feng maintained throughout the years, Tang San couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
What Tang San didn't know was, "I only used fifty percent of my strength..."
Wang Feng calculated that his physical fitness far surpassed Tang San's. However, the key to innate full spirit power wasn't just physical fitness; it was the energy within him.
In the Douluo Dalu novel, Wang Feng had read thoroughly, even if he'd forgotten much of it. He knew that Tang San attained innate full spirit power because he cultivated the Xuantian Gong, which generated internal energy that later transformed into spirit power.
Therefore, the unique energy within him was the key to innate full spirit power.
"But innate full spirit power should be inevitable. Although Meteor Tear overflowed a lot during my fourth surpassing of limits, the quantity hasn't increased. It's just of higher quality now," Wang Feng knew this was due to the rules of the Douluo Dalu world. He probably needed soul rings to gain more energy.
At this point, Tang San suddenly became serious. "Wang Feng, I didn't expect you to be this strong. However, I'll be serious now. I won't easily admit defeat!"
These determined words surprised Wang Feng slightly. Did Xiao San intend to use hidden weapons?
Seeing Tang San reaching towards his chest and sleeve, Wang Feng couldn't help but chuckle, "Xiao San, what are you groping your chest for? Are you planning to throw pebbles at me?"
Hearing this, Tang San paused, not saying a word. He felt that Wang Feng was exceptionally sharp.
Wang Feng naturally knew that Tang San hadn't crafted any hidden weapons, so he could only use pebbles.
Smiling, Wang Feng said, "Hehe, I bet you don't have pebbles in your arms! Admit defeat, Xiao San!"
Tang San replied, "..." He shook his head, saying in a deep voice, "Sorry, Wang Feng, you guessed wrong! I have a bunch of pebbles in my arms!"
Wang Feng, "..."
Inwardly, Wang Feng complained, 'It seems not everyone can be Yanshuang Eagles... The path to coercion is long; I shall explore it!'
The moment these words fell, Tang San moved, not attacking but swiftly moving around Wang Feng.
Swish, swish, swish! The sounds of breaking air came from all directions!
Accompanied by each pebble, precise as marbles, they attacked Wang Feng!
Countless pebbles formed a giant net, making it impossible for Wang Feng to avoid.
In an instant, he found himself in an extremely precarious situation...
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