Douluo Dalu: The World Suppressing Douluo

"Do you want to give it a try?"

In the blacksmith shop, Tang Hao was about to take a sip of water when he heard Lin Ye's words and couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

Tang San, standing nearby, was equally shocked as he turned to Lin Ye.

Blacksmithing wasn't like plowing fields or cutting grass—it wasn't something simple. Even without considering the techniques involved, just the weight of the forging hammer alone was three to four hundred jin (150-200 kg), which most adults couldn't even lift.

For a child to lift such a hammer, unless they were born with divine strength, it was simply impossible. And only by lifting the forging hammer could one even attempt to smith. Without being able to lift the hammer, the idea of smithing would be dead on arrival.

"Are you interested in blacksmithing just because you saw Tang San doing it? But smithing isn't easy. Tang San can do it because he was born with divine strength and can lift the hammer, which is why he can start learning at this age," Tang Hao said, frowning as he looked at Lin Ye.

"But there aren't many people born with divine strength in this world. Even if you understand the techniques I mentioned, without enough strength, you wouldn't even be able to lift the hammer, let alone learn how to smith."

"That's right! Lin Ye, don't be impulsive. My dad can make what you need. Blacksmithing is hard work, don't hurt yourself trying," Tang San chimed in, nodding vigorously.

As someone close to Lin Ye in age, Tang San was well aware of the strength a child their age typically possessed and the weight of the forging hammer. He had been training in the Mysterious Heaven Skill (Xuantian Gong) from a young age, which had nourished his body and, combined with regular exercise, barely brought his physical strength to the level of an adult.

But even for himself, if he didn't use the internal force from the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he wouldn't be able to lift the hammer with just his own strength. Based on what he knew of Lin Ye, who exercised regularly and had a physique stronger than most kids their age, Lin Ye should be at a disadvantage compared to him, lacking the nourishment from the internal force.

If Tang San couldn't lift the hammer without his internal force, then Lin Ye had no chance. Unless Lin Ye also had some kind of martial skill like the Mysterious Heaven Skill, which Tang San doubted because, as far as he knew, there was no concept of martial arts in this world. It was unlikely that Lin Ye had practiced any martial arts, so lifting the hammer was out of the question.

Of course, Lin Ye had no idea what was going through Tang San's mind. Just as Lin Ye didn't know that Tang San practiced something called the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Tang San didn't know that Lin Ye had also been practicing a skill— Nine Yang Divine Art.

And besides Nine Yang Divine Art, Lin Ye had also been training in a physical enhancement technique called Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

Even with just Nine Yang Divine Art, Lin Ye could easily lift the hammer, but with the additional strength from Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, it would be even easier.

Inside the blacksmith shop, hearing Tang Hao and Tang San's advice, Lin Ye knew they meant well, but his strength far exceeded what they imagined.

With a faint smile, Lin Ye responded, "Uncle Tang Hao, why do you think only Tang San could be born with divine strength? What if I am also born with it?"

"You have divine strength too?" Tang Hao and Tang San were taken aback, surprised by Lin Ye's words.

How could there be so many people born with divine strength in this world?

After a moment, Tang Hao couldn't help but chuckle. He was the blacksmith of Holy Spirit Village, but he also had another identity—as the Haotian Douluo of the Haotian Sect, one of the three great sects on the continent. Even in the history of the Haotian Sect, among countless children with top-tier martial spirits like the Haotian Hammer, few were born with divine strength.

In this small Holy Spirit Village, could there really be two children with divine strength?

Tang Hao's child had twin martial spirits and a remarkable lineage. His divine strength, while surprising, was somewhat expected. But Lin Ye was just an ordinary kid from Holy Spirit Village, with no particularly strong martial spirit. Even with diligent training, divine strength wasn't something one could acquire through hard work.

However, while Tang Hao was laughing to himself, Lin Ye walked up to the forging hammer, right in front of Tang San and Tang Hao. He gripped the hammer, and to their shock, he effortlessly lifted the three to four hundred jin hammer with one hand, without even using his full strength.

Tang Hao and Tang San were stunned to see the hammer being lifted so easily by Lin Ye.

"How is this possible!?"

"Although it's a bit heavy, it's not that bad," Lin Ye remarked, swinging the hammer with a swoosh, creating gusts of wind.

Tang Hao and Tang San were even more astonished.

"It's… true divine strength?"

Tang Hao muttered to himself in disbelief, watching Lin Ye's movements.

Tang San, on the other hand, felt conflicted. For him, even though lifting the hammer was easy, he had to immediately swing it down, or he couldn't hold it for long. But Lin Ye was casually swinging the hammer in the air, with no intention of putting it down, and his face showed no signs of strain. He wasn't even out of breath.

This made Tang San question everything. Was it possible that people really could be born with divine strength, like the legendary Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Chu? As a pretender of divine strength, Tang San couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious.

After swinging the hammer a bit and finding it comfortable, Lin Ye turned to Tang Hao and Tang San, asking, "Uncle Tang Hao, Tang San, can I try hammering this piece of iron?"

"Sure."

Though shocked, Tang Hao kept a calm expression as he agreed. He couldn't afford to look too surprised—that would suggest the mighty Haotian Douluo was easily shaken!

Tang San, still in a daze, simply nodded, "Yeah."

With their approval, Lin Ye gripped the hammer and focused on the red-hot piece of iron in front of him, his gaze becoming serious.

In his mind, Tang Hao's demonstration of blacksmithing techniques replayed quickly. Lin Ye assumed a horse stance, feet firmly planted on the ground. Thanks to his experience with the Dragon Elephant Stance, his posture was even more precise than Tang San's.

"Hah!"

Following the habit instilled by the Dragon Elephant Stance, Lin Ye adjusted his breathing, and once his body was calm, he suddenly let out a low shout. His body straightened, legs tensed, and a burst of power surged from his legs, through his waist, up his back, into his arms, and finally into the hammer.

As the force coursed through him, Lin Ye felt an immense power in his hands. Following this strength, he swung the hammer high and then slammed it down onto the iron.

Clang!

A deafening clash of metal rang out, echoing through the blacksmith shop.

"This…"

Tang Hao stood up, his face filled with disbelief as he watched Lin Ye. How could his movements be so perfect? He had only demonstrated a few times, and Lin Ye, who had only observed, had practically mastered the technique.

Is this kid a prodigy?

Lin Ye didn't notice Tang Hao's stunned expression. His entire focus was on the hammer and the iron. Under Tang Hao's shocked gaze, Lin Ye continued to strike the iron, each swing accompanied by a sharp whistle as the hammer cut through the air.

With each strike, Lin Ye's technique grew more precise. Tang Hao's teachings had two key points: unleashing power throughout the body and "throwing" the force rather than just lifting and swinging.

While Tang San had grasped the idea of channeling power through his body, he hadn't yet mastered the second point—throwing the force. But Lin Ye had already figured it out!

Moreover, after mastering the throw, Lin Ye was surprised to find that the rebound from each strike aligned perfectly with the direction of his throw.

If he merely swung the hammer up and down, the rebound force would counteract his own strength, exhausting him faster.

Could there be a way to retain this rebound force?

Lin Ye pondered. If he could retain this force, it would build up with each strike, making blacksmithing much easier.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

With this idea in mind, Lin Ye began experimenting with ways to retain the rebound force during each strike.

Finally, after several attempts, Lin Ye discovered that by swinging the hammer left and right in the air, following the direction of the rebound, and using the throw technique, he could continuously build up the force.

"So, the throw is the key?"

Lin Ye thought, realizing the significance.

Applying this technique, Lin Ye continued to swing the hammer, his movements growing more fluid. The hammer, now moving so swiftly, became a blur, leaving only the sound of wind howling with each swing.

Tang Hao, watching from the side, was utterly astonished.

'No way. Could this kid really be a genius? Did he just figure out the Random Wind Hammer Technique on his own?'

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