I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3392: 1688: Without Creating Qingju and the Sword Broken, How Can Hidden Bitter Be Reborn_3

Chapter 3392: Chapter 1688: Without Creating Qingju and the Sword Broken, How Can Hidden Bitter Be Reborn_3

No one would ever deliberately separate these three sets of combinations to discuss their combat strength, just like talking about mandarin ducks—no one would ever mention the mandarin alone or the duck alone.

Now, someone has told me…

Ai Cangsheng handed down his bow to his disciple, or The Divine passed the Overlord to his children?

“He’s insane!”

The Water Ghost spread his hands, an expression even more incredulous than Cao Erzhu’s as he looked at Elder Sang, “You really dare to think this way, and he actually did it?”

Elder Sang: “Aren’t you the same?”

The Water Ghost suddenly choked on his words.

Even though he projected such strong confidence outwardly, deep down, he knew full well—he was still a bit short of the Ten High Nobles.

The Sea God’s Trident was truly a match made in heaven for the Water Ghost, but gifting it to Yu Lingdi wasn’t necessarily… The Water Ghost quietly closed his mouth.

Though Elder Sang had no sons, he understood. As a father himself, he suddenly saw through everything, and all he could do now was slap his thigh repeatedly:

“Sigh! Sigh! Sigh!”

It wasn’t that he looked down on Cao Erzhu in any way.

The Water Ghost was simply lamenting the future absence of Kui Leihan’s “Thunder God·Punishment God·Judgement·Sky Shattering Hammer”—the complete form that could push instant explosive power to its absolute limits.

Cao Erzhu didn’t know what they were sighing about, but under their relentless gazes, he finally couldn’t bear it. Inwardly, he apologized to his old man.

“Hammer!”

He softly called out, his right hand opening up, as a silver-black, rounded-headed hammer flowed out from within his very flesh.

The hammer’s handle was thick—about as thick as the Water Ghost’s arm. A regular human physique wouldn’t be able to grasp it, yet Cao Erzhu found it a perfect fit for his hand.

The hammer’s head was huge, twice the size of Cao Erzhu’s own head, dotted with sharp conical studs that made one shudder to imagine the consequences of this thing striking someone’s skull.

Holding the Sky Shattering Hammer, Cao Erzhu’s bare upper body flaunted taut and bulging muscles. His forearms were even more swollen, veins visibly popping.

He instinctively planted a slight horse stance, angling the hammer handle forward and the hammerhead outward—a move that would protect both himself and those near his feet.

The slightly indented earth beneath his feet suggested—whether the hammer handle or the hammerhead—it must be solid through and through.

Brutal, savage, explosive!

“I won’t swing it. The noise is kinda loud.”

Cao Erzhu remarked, gripping the hammer with both hands, leaving himself unable to scratch his head.

Elder Sang and the Water Ghost stared intently at the Sky Shattering Hammer.

Cao Erzhu’s hands were steady, so steady that the hammer didn’t tremble even in the slightest within the space around them, making the scene eerily silent.

Yet both of them knew, if this thing were swung, one friction against the air, one friction against the Path Principles…

The noise would be such roaring “BOOM-BOOM-BOOM” that even the thunder of God Punishment Tribulation would be drowned out! And when it exploded, it would be shockwaves comparable to the chain blasts of the Sacred Mountain—far beyond even Big Brother Shou’s usual antics!

*Gulp…*

The Water Ghost swallowed hard, his scalp tingling slightly.

He wasn’t scared of Cao Erzhu—he was awestruck by the sheer presence of this physique, this form, combined with the hammer in his hands. It felt as though this place might be reduced to rubble at any moment.

The resemblance!

The resemblance was uncanny!

Yu Lingdi couldn’t possibly match his own former grandeur, and Cao Erzhu literally mirrored the rugged yet honest appearance his father had in his younger days—they were carved from the very same mold.

Of course, if you were to talk about the inner self, well, just as Yu Lingdi confined himself in complete silence there on Abyss Island, the darkness of the older generation utterly crushed the younger generation.

Except for Xu Xiaoshou.

“Uncle Elder Sang, I need to do something—should I hit you?” Cao Erzhu said, feeling like Big Brother Shou and his master were always up to some astonishing lines.

“No!”

Elder Sang was startled by the boy’s shocking suggestion.

He only wanted to verify Cao Erzhu’s abilities to confirm whether they were as incredible as he thought, but he had absolutely no intention or desire to eat one hit from that thing—not even a casual strike.

“Put it away,” he quickly waved his hand.

“Since I’ve already shown it, I might as well train with my ‘hammer-handling’—haven’t done it in a while.” Cao Erzhu, abandoning any sense of reservation, decided it wasn’t worth hiding anymore. Since everyone had seen it already, he might as well conduct a regular training session.

He dipped slightly into a horse stance, holding the giant hammer at an angle, its head pointing outward. His tiger-like eyes widened, glaring forward as he grunted out, “Uncle Elder Sang, please continue talking.”

The Water Ghost instinctively backed away slightly before reaching sideways to grab Cen Qiaofu, dragging him to another spot.

After all, he was a dark-hearted person, and all he heard was:

Uncle Elder Sang, just say what you need to say—we’ll see whether you need to be hammered or not when you’re done.

Elder Sang knew Cao Erzhu had no such intentions, yet he didn’t dare to tease at this critical moment. After reorganizing his thoughts, he began:

“Swords, along with their sword-bearers, are indeed an optimal match, but no matter how well they align, it’s never completely perfect.”

“Swordsmiths, swords, sword-bearers—in theory, only when these three become one in mind and spirit can they truly achieve ‘perfection.’”

“However, this can only remain theoretical.”

Elder Sang glanced at Cao Erzhu as he spoke. Seeing no reaction from him, Elder Sang’s heart eased just a little, and he continued:

“Unless a family elder is there to guide them, those who cultivate on a wild, untamed path will find it extremely hard to achieve a ‘perfect’ pairing.”

“Imagine this: from the Acquired Stage onwards, you cultivate your sword while I cultivate sword-forging. Coincidentally, a piece of Divine Iron falls into our lap, and the three of us—our sword, our forging skills, and the iron—continue to grow together. By the ultimate stage, one becomes a master swordsman, the other an unparalleled swordsmith, the Divine Iron is finally perfected into a famed sword, and this famed sword’s spirit binds the three together, crowning us as the best under the heavens… Do you think such a thing is possible?”

Cao Erzhu shook his head—clearly, it was virtually impossible.

But that’s only within his own narrow worldview. For all he knew, Uncle Elder Sang could pivot at any moment…

“Indeed, it’s not possible.”

Uncle Elder Sang shook his own head. “I’ve lived so long, and I wouldn’t say I’m ignorant—I’ve never heard of such a pairing.”

Oh.

“But reforging is possible!”

“At the pinnacle of the Path, imagine this: one is a master of the Way of the Sword, the other a master of the Sword Casting Skill. The two converse, resonating deeply, and decide to reforge the entry-level saber belonging to the swordmaster—a treasured weapon, for ancient swordsmen typically have the strongest emotional bond with their first sword. By reforging it, they create the foundation for a famed sword, allowing all three to rise to prominence together.”

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