Douluo: Soul-Breaking spear

Chapter 56: A New Training Method

Early the next morning, Yang Potian was already in the backyard, training hard.

Soon, his younger brother Yang Ping'an joined him. Still feeling the effects of the alcohol from the night before, his strength was clearly not at its peak.

"Big Brother, what's the plan today? How are we training?" asked Ping'an.

"Everyone's here to have a good time," Potian replied. "So let's take a break for a few days. Training needs to be balanced, or it's easy to get hurt if you're too tense all the time."

Ping'an nodded in agreement. Training with Potian was tough, and a break was welcome.

Ever since Second Grandfather Yang Wushuang accepted Ping'an as his "adopted grandson," he treated him like his own disciple, constantly instructing both Potian and Ping'an in spear techniques and even teaching Ping'an some basics of alchemy.

Ping'an had shown an interest in learning alchemy, but Potian stopped him from diving too deeply into it, which led to some frustration from their grandfather.

"Ping'an, you've been training with me for six years now," Potian began. "You're doing really well, definitely a natural talent. But remember, to be a true warrior, you have to keep pushing yourself at all times."

"The Breaking Clan isn't short on alchemists or resources. What we really need are powerful soul masters who can stand their ground. In this world, strength in martial souls is what matters most. It's fine to learn alchemy, but don't get lost in it."

He continued, "Our father and grandfather have already established a strong foundation, but for our generation, it's mainly up to you and me. Of course, there's also our little sister Tianyue, but I don't want to rely on a girl for protection. I want to be stronger so that I can protect her."

Ping'an nodded, his expression serious. "Don't worry, Big Brother. I'll keep training hard to protect the Breaking Clan one day."

Ping'an's natural talent was on par with the other young clan members—Niu Meng, Tailong, and Bai Xiaofei—but Potian worried he might grow complacent without a steady challenge, which could impact his progress. After all, Ping'an was truly Potian's closest ally in spirit, while others like his cousin Niu Meng, even after a couple of pep talks, remained a bit too carefree to be reliable.

By breakfast, everyone had woken up, including Niu Meng, who had somehow recovered from his hangover—a testament to the impressive resilience of a defense specialist.

After breakfast, the five young men explored the entire Defense Clan territory, marveling at Dragon Rising City's impressive design. Being close to Heaven Dou City, the area was quite prosperous, and it was clear that the clan had done well financially. Niu Gao was in high spirits, smiling from ear to ear.

In the afternoon, they decided to head into Heaven Dou City. Somehow, word of this plan reached Potian's younger sister, Yang Tianyue, who immediately demanded to go along. Left with no other choice, their mother Niu Jinfeng agreed to bring the seven young ones to the city, including Bai Chenxiang, the little girl from the Speed Clan.

The two girls, both around seven years old, got along very well and chattered non-stop.

Meanwhile, Potian's father Yang Zhentian was meeting with Tainuo and other leaders to discuss some inter-clan affairs.

They spent the entire afternoon touring Heaven Dou City. Whether shopping or sightseeing, they explored everything, especially the Battle Arena. Watching the battles there thrilled them, and they were all envious of the fighters. While most of the group, still only at level 21, lacked the power for the arena, Ping'an—whose strength was just enough—was eager to try. But Potian stopped him, reminding him that this trip was for relaxation, with plenty of time to train for battles in the future.

After three days of festivities, they bid farewell to the Defense Clan. Little sister Tianyue clung tightly to Bai Chenxiang, and the two girls nearly burst into tears. Was this the legendary bond of sisterhood? They had become close so quickly.

Back at the Breaking Clan, Potian began refining his training methods. While his strength was already impressive—likely surpassing that of most Soul Elders—he knew his agility and coordination needed improvement. Simple weighted running was no longer effective.

Recalling training techniques used by athletes in his previous life, Potian considered the idea of using medicine balls, but such tools felt inadequate at his level of strength.

Instead, he recalled a more advanced exercise: tire flipping. Many powerful athletes used this to build both muscle and body coordination. Pushing against an unyielding object required a full-body effort, engaging not only strength but also balance and control.

In Heaven Dou City, Potian had arranged for Tailong of the Strength Clan to commission several massive iron spheres. Each sphere was over a meter in diameter with two recessed handles, weighing in at 2,000, 3,000, and 5,000 catties.

On his second day back, Potian headed to a mountain path behind the clan's compound. He pulled out the 2,000-catty sphere from his soul tool and attempted to push it uphill without using his soul power.

Over time, Potian pushed each sphere up the mountain, taking turns with the weights. With guidance from senior clan members, he practiced careful control to avoid accidents on the steep incline.

While he managed to push the smaller spheres up the path, the 5,000-catty one remained a formidable challenge. Even with his full soul power, he could only get it halfway up.

By evening, Potian was thoroughly exhausted. Every muscle in his body ached, especially those that weren't as developed from running. The deep soreness proved that this new training was indeed engaging muscles he'd rarely used before.

Afterward, a medicinal bath brought relief, leaving him refreshed and more energized. Every inch of his skin and every pore felt invigorated, as if he had shed a layer of fatigue.

Yang Ping'an tried his hand at the 2,000-catty sphere, but couldn't push it even halfway up before giving up.

In the days that followed, Potian dedicated every afternoon to this new training. His goal was to push each iron sphere to the mountain peak, particularly the 5,000-catty one, though he hadn't succeeded with it yet.

Despite the grueling nature of the exercise, Potian was relentless, pushing himself until his soul power was depleted each day.

Through this training, both his strength and agility saw significant improvements. The process of moving an enormous iron ball without footholds required his entire body, enhancing his balance and coordination.

(End of Chapter)

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