Douluo Dalu: This Soul Master is to Weird

On the other side, Notting City.

For the past half month, Tang Hao had been secretly protecting Tang San.

He had no choice. Half a month ago, a Five-Ring Soul King had inexplicably targeted his son. Although Tang Hao couldn't make sense of the situation, he had to remain vigilant.

After all, being cautious was never a mistake, especially since he had only one son, who bore the hope of avenging their clan against Spirit Hall. He couldn't afford any mishaps.

At first, Tang Hao stayed semi-hidden for ten days. Then he pretended to leave but actually doubled back to watch carefully in secret for another week. When he didn't notice any further suspicious activity, he finally let down his guard.

It seemed likely that the Soul King targeting his son had just been an isolated incident.

Otherwise, with his strength, he would have noticed even the slightest movement while hiding so cautiously—unless, of course, the intruder had been someone of Qian Daoliu's caliber from Spirit Hall, which was highly unlikely.

Since it appeared to be a one-time event, Tang Hao relaxed. After squatting for so many days, it was time to return home to accompany his wife.

A Title Douluo's ability to traverse the skies was incredibly fast, especially for someone as strong as Tang Hao among Title Douluos.

In just over a moment, Tang Hao arrived at the mountain valley waterfall.

"Ah—who? Who was it?!"

In the next second, Tang Hao's furious roar echoed throughout the valley.

The hidden cave where his wife was kept had its entrance exposed behind the waterfall, with no trace of concealment left.

On top of that, the stone wall behind the waterfall was riddled with pits and craters, as if some deranged Soul Master had unleashed a series of area attacks, scouring it clean.

Tang Hao's guess was correct. To quickly locate the entrance to the hidden cave, "Vulture" had launched two area attacks directly at the stone wall behind the waterfall.

After his initial rage subsided, Tang Hao didn't dare delay further and immediately flashed into the cave.

Moments later, at the end of the hidden cave, inside a stone chamber about ten square meters in size...

Looking at the small mound of earth in the center of the stone chamber, atop which a slender Blue Silver Grass swayed in the wind, its leaves narrower than its kin and adorned with golden patterns, Tang Hao let out a sigh of relief.

It was fine. His wife was fine!

However, his face quickly darkened with uncontrollable fury.

Damn it! The hundred-thousand-year soul bone left behind by his wife after her sacrifice was gone!

Tang Hao: Son, I've failed you! I lost the keepsake your mother left behind.

"Ah Yin, are you okay? It's my fault. From now on, I will never leave you again."

Suppressing the pain in his heart, Tang Hao knelt before the small mound and carefully examined the extraordinary golden-patterned Blue Silver Grass.

An hour later, Tang Hao emerged from the cave carrying the stone basin in which his wife was planted.

Hovering in mid-air over the valley, Tang Hao glanced back at the waterfall. A flash of killing intent appeared in his eyes as his massive black hammer materialized in his hands. He hurled it forward in a fit of rage.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

In no time, the cliff face of the massive waterfall collapsed amidst deafening booms and tremors, turning into a pile of rubble that was soon swallowed by the water.

From that day on, Tang San remained unaware that the owner of a small house along the street he passed daily between Notting Academy and the blacksmith shop had been replaced. On the windowsill of the master bedroom sat a pot of golden-patterned Blue Silver Grass that stood out strikingly.

Sky Water Academy

Late at night, on the bedroom balcony. After finishing his nightly session of Lunar Spirit Refinement, Mu Yang, ever the diligent scholar, began another round of theoretical exploration.

He already had cultivation techniques for the three key elements—essence, energy, and spirit—as well as offensive and defensive secret techniques and mental techniques. However, Mu Yang felt he still had a shortcoming: the lack of a profound movement technique.

A profound movement technique would be beneficial not only for escaping in dangerous situations but also for attacking effectively.

The saying "Among all martial arts, speed is invincible" wasn't entirely correct. Speed alone wasn't enough; one's offensive capabilities also had to keep up. Otherwise, it was just superficial. Nonetheless, there was some truth to the statement.

Thus, after taking a brief break from his intense efforts, Mu Yang began working on the development of a movement technique.

"Mu Yang, go to bed early!"

At that moment, on the balcony of the adjacent room, Shui Bing'er, who had also finished her nightly Lunar Spirit Refinement, noticed the lingering fluctuations of spiritual energy around Mu Yang. Seeing no signs of him stopping, she couldn't help but remind him.

"Got it. You should sleep early too. Goodnight!"

Mu Yang nodded, wished her goodnight, and returned to his room. He then continued his theoretical exploration while sitting on his bed.

Go to bed early?

The saying goes, "A young idler, an old beggar." How could he sleep so early when he was young?

Besides, intense effort was the foundation of his path to godhood. He couldn't afford to stop—but he could change locations.

Time flew by, and six months passed in the blink of an eye.

In the evening, on the first floor, a room originally used as a storage area had been transformed into a forging workshop.

In the center of the workshop stood a large forging table, next to which was a heating furnace.

In a corner of the workshop were stacks of roughly refined iron ingots and coal for heating.

At that moment, Mu Yang, dressed in shorts and a tank top, held a pair of iron tongs. He pulled a red-hot iron ingot from the furnace and placed it on the forging table in front of him.

"If only the equipment were better—I still have to light the fire myself."

Glancing at the coal-fired furnace, Mu Yang thought to himself.

It wasn't just the equipment; the fuel was also subpar.

Although the furnace temperature generated by burning coal exceeded that of ordinary charcoal, it was only suitable for heating common metals. Rare metals with much higher melting points, like Deep Silver, couldn't be processed with coal-fired furnaces.

Of course, in a world like Douluo, where extraordinary powers existed, fuel options weren't limited to coal or oil. Certain fire-element minerals could also serve as fuel, producing extremely high temperatures when burned.

However, these advanced materials were quite expensive, and as a beginner, there was no need for him to use them so soon.

"Clang—"

Afterward, Mu Yang took a deep breath, grabbed a forging hammer weighing dozens of kilograms placed beside him, and began. With his legs leading his waist and his waist driving his arms, he struck down fiercely with the hammer. Then, using the rebound force of that strike, his body spun in a circle before striking again. This process repeated in a continuous cycle.

From the increasingly resonant whistle of the forging hammer and the louder metallic clanging at each strike, it was evident that the force of each successive hammer strike was building upon the last.

Clearly, the technique he was using was a hammer method capable of stacking power.

Half a year ago, Mu Yang began working on developing a speed-based combat technique.

Compared to Lunar Spirit Refinement and Sun Body Refinement, a movement-based technique was relatively simpler. Coupled with the further enhancement of his spiritual power, which boosted the efficiency of his talent for deduction, the development of the movement technique was much quicker.

In just about two months, the new movement technique was successfully created. With diligent practice, he could now address his lack of speed.

Once the movement technique was perfected, Mu Yang, proud of his hardworking nature, refused to idle. Relying on his innate ability, he began developing a hammer method.

Of course, the hammer method he envisioned wasn't meant to be an ordinary one. After all, his second martial soul wasn't a hammer but the spell-oriented Iceflame Holy Shadow. In future battles, he wouldn't rely on wielding a hammer.

Currently, Douluo Continent was largely a barren land when it came to soul tool technology. Apart from some basic utility tools like soul-powered clocks, lamps, and microphones, there was no significant transmission of soul tool production techniques that could benefit soul masters in combat.

But the lack of such knowledge didn't deter Mu Yang from recognizing their potential, especially with the incredible invention of future soul tool technology: battle armor.

To put it bluntly, battle armor was truly revolutionary, akin to a godly artifact without officially being one.

A five-ring Soul King wearing a full set of one-word thousand-refined battle armor could rival a seven-ring Soul Sage.

A six-ring Soul Emperor equipped with a full set of two-word spirit-refined battle armor could stand against an eight-ring Soul Douluo.

A seven-ring Soul Sage outfitted with a full set of three-word soul-refined battle armor, along with a domain ability, could match a nine-ring Titled Douluo.

And these comparisons weren't with weaker Titled Douluo like She Long or Dugu Bo, who could be defeated by higher-level opponents. These were Titled Douluo with optimal spirit ring configurations and soul cores, measured by future standards.

That's only considering three-word battle armor. When it comes to a full set of four-word heaven-refined battle armor, things become even more overwhelming. A nine-ring Titled Douluo wearing one could rival a 99th-level Ultimate Douluo.

Of course, in the current era, 99th-level soul masters were called Peerless Douluo.

And even Peerless Douluo wasn't the ultimate limit for four-word armor. A Peerless Douluo equipped with it could challenge those on the verge of becoming gods, such as the "Sky Invincible" Qian Daoliu or the "Sea Invincible" Bo Saixi.

Yes, a 99th-level Peerless Douluo still fell short of the likes of Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi.

Although their levels were also 99, they had reached a stage where their soul power, body, and spirit were just half a step away from the divine realm. A typical Peerless Douluo like the second Worship, Golden Crocodile, even with a 100,000-year ninth spirit ring, would undoubtedly lose to them, and decisively at that.

For the truly strong in the continent, becoming a Titled Douluo was merely a new beginning. For individuals like Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi, stepping into the Peerless Douluo realm was likewise a fresh start.

Possessing a semi-divine level of power, body, and spirit signified strength that ordinary Peerless Douluo couldn't hope to match.

Looking back through history, the only one who managed to rival a semi-divine existence as a Peerless Douluo was the "Land Invincible" Tang Chen.

Why was Tang Chen so extraordinary? Likely due to the formidable power of the Great Sumeru Hammer technique and the hidden help of the Shura god.

Of course, part of this discrepancy might be attributed to Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi's semi-divine power not being entirely self-cultivated. Otherwise, a true semi-divine being would undoubtedly overwhelm any non-cheating Peerless Douluo.

With the astonishing benefits of battle armor in mind, Mu Yang saw its potential despite the absence of current production knowledge. Given his unique deduction ability, he felt it was worth attempting to explore its creation.

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