Chapter 3, Twin Martial Souls

While calling out for Tang Hao, Old Jack's gaze swept around. He intended to find a chair to sit down, but upon seeing those tattered items, he truly lacked the courage to pull one over. He was no longer young and did not wish to suffer a fall that could result in broken bones here.

Tang San nodded and said, "It is I."

Tang San could fully perceive that this was merely a process of physical exertion. Tang Hao had no internal energy, nor was there any release of martial soul power; it was entirely the strength of the body. The iron block, which had previously been glowing red, was now crushed to the point of nearly one-third of its original thickness, with deformation being extremely evident.

Tang San shouted loudly, channeling the strength from his legs and the power of the Xuantian Skill simultaneously. The force erupted from his calves, spreading instantly, rotating his waist, driving his back, reaching his shoulders, and then to his arms. He distinctly felt that his strength seemed to become unprecedentedly powerful, as if his body was about to be lifted off the ground by this immense force, starting from the explosion in his calves and culminating in the swing of the hammer with his arms.

"It is the heart." Tang San answered without hesitation. Both the heart and the brain are equally fatal points, but the brain is protected by the skull, while the heart is only covered by skin and muscle. As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he is well aware of human anatomy; piercing the enemy's heart with a hidden weapon is the most effective and straightforward method of killing.

Tang San pondered for a moment and said, "I understand the principle of leveraging strength, but it seems that this is not as simple as it appears"

"Father." Tang San looked at his father, and the hammer in his hand unconsciously came to a halt

Tang San hurriedly saw him off. His father could choose to ignore it, but Jack was the village chief and had treated him well, so out of courtesy, he would not be lacking in his manners

The entire iron block has been reduced by a complete circle within these thirty-six strikes. It is surprisingly difficult to see the impurities with the naked eye.

Tang San set down the iron hammer in his hand, breathing slightly heavily. He quietly activated the Xuantian Skill within his body to restore his physical strength

Tang Hao thought to himself, with innate divine strength combined with a fully developed soul power, it is no wonder he can wield a hammer at such a young age. Old Jack's words may be correct; he should not let his own despair affect the development of this child. As for the path ahead, let him walk it on his own.

Watching Tang San drenched in sweat, Tang Hao finally made up his mind

Tang San's entire body was lifted off the ground by the swing of the hammer, causing him to stagger forward a step. The hammer rebounded, and although his hands were protected by the Xuan Yu hand, there was no issue with them. However, his arms were numbed and sore from the force of the rebound. Fortunately, the Xuan Tian Gong was activated in time, allowing the sensation of soreness to gradually dissipate.

Tang San sent Old Jack away, feeling a tinge of disappointment in his heart. After all, the soul rings mentioned by Su Yuntao might be related to his breakthrough in the Xuantian Skill. However, he did not show it; he believed that there would still be opportunities.

Tang San stared blankly at Tang Hao, not understanding what he meant by three.

Tang Hao released his arms and said, "Take it back."

Tang Hao nodded slowly, "Do you know the function of the heart? The muscle most used by humans is the calf; the calf is the source of all strength. Properly utilizing the power of the calf will greatly enhance your strength"

As the sound of hammering reached over three hundred strikes in the afternoon, and it seemed to have removed some impurities from the piece of wrought iron, the door curtain was lifted, and Tang Hao walked in. It appeared that he had not been forging agricultural tools this afternoon, at least Tang San had not heard the familiar sound of hammering.

Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes. From his gaze, Tang San saw a surge of excitement. Unconsciously, Tang Hao's right fist had clenched tightly, and a trace of an extremely cold aura emerged from his aged face. "Soul Master? What use is a Soul Master? Don't say it's just a useless martial soul; even the most powerful martial soul, what can the strongest Soul Master do? They are still just worthless."

Tang San nodded in confusion. Tang Hao stood up and went back into the inner room without looking back

Tang—Hao—. Old Jack's anger had already reached its boiling point.

"Good." Tang San nodded, raised his right hand, and quietly activated the Xuantian Skill within him. He felt the special heat flow merging with the Xuantian Skill in his consciousness, and a faint blue light appeared in the palm of his hand. In an instant, a small, blue-green grass had emerged.

Staring blankly at the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand, Tang Hao was momentarily lost in thought. After a long while, he gradually came to his senses, his eyes flickering with uncertain light, and he murmured softly: "Blue Silver Grass, it truly is Blue Silver Grass. Just like hers."

Tang Hao coldly said: "Tell me, when you swing the forging hammer to strike it, which part of your body exerts force first?"

The casting hammer returned to Tang San's hands. Tang Hao turned and left.

With both feet firmly planted on the two foot pedals, he suddenly exerted force, using his legs as a starting point, and his entire body swiftly rebounded backward. His arms naturally moved to pull the bellows handle, his legs transitioning from straight to bent and back again, before returning the handle. In this back-and-forth motion, the bellows operated at full capacity. Although Tang Hao's movements appeared slow, each action maximized the bellows' potential. Led by the muscles in his calves, his body and the bellows formed a unique rhythm, and flames suddenly surged from the furnace, causing the iron block to glow red hot. In this back-and-forth motion, the bellows operated at full capacity. Although Tang Hao's movements appeared slow, each action maximized the bellows' potential. Led by the muscles in his calves, his body and the bellows formed a unique rhythm, and flames suddenly surged from the furnace, causing the iron block to glow red hot.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao's excitement came quickly and faded just as fast, as he said lightly: "Release your martial soul and let me see it."

When Tang Hao held his hand, a warm feeling of blood connection made Tang San feel particularly comfortable in his heart, "Father, is something wrong?"

A glimmer of determination shone in his eyes; although he was truly reluctant to meet that scruffy individual, he set aside his reservations for the sake of allowing another soul master to emerge from the village

Father, am I doing the right thing

"Using the strength of the calves, connect the power of your body into a whole; this is called full strength." The hammer in Tang Hao's hand was passed to Tang San, "You give it a try."

As the hammer struck the iron block accurately, it produced a tremendous sound

Tang Hao still appeared languid, "There is no need to shout so loudly, I am not deaf. I have said it, you may leave now."

The effect is evident. Although Tang San's age and the addition of the Xuantian Skill mean that the impact of this strike is not as pronounced as that of Tang Hao, compared to his previous strikes, this one is sufficient to withstand the effects of several dozen earlier blows.

At this moment, Tang San had developed a strong interest in martial souls, especially since this martial soul was related to his own Xuantian Skill. However, he still did not provide a direct affirmative response, saying, "Grandpa Jack, this is something I need to ask my father about"

During lunch, Tang Hao appeared very silent, and even his appetite seemed to be much less than usual. His gaze occasionally fell on Tang San, as if he were hesitating about something

Good. Tang San had never considered that forging could involve such a technique. This method of exerting force is not merely applicable to forging; it should also be usable within his own Tang Sect martial arts.

The small hammer in his hand seemed to grow heavier and heavier. Although Tang San cherished the warmth brought by this paternal love, he was even more concerned about the possibility of the hammer slipping from his grip and striking his father.

Suddenly, Tang Hao stood up abruptly and turned to walk into the inner room. The sudden movement nearly caused Tang San, who was in front of him, to stumble, and the Blue Silver Grass martial soul in his hand also vanished on its own

Tang San had never seen such a vivid expression on his father's face before; various complex emotions continuously appeared on Tang Hao's face. After a long while, he slowly uttered a sentence: "Remember, in your future, you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand. Forever."

Although Jack harbored an intense hatred for Tang Hao, he had a great fondness for the understanding Tang San. His pent-up anger gradually subsided, and with a long sigh, he said, "Good child, Grandpa is not angry. Alright, Grandpa is leaving now." With that, he turned and walked outside

From the first day when he could only swing the hammer twice and had to deviate from his position, to today, half a month later. He can now swing the hammer seven times in succession, striking the iron block accurately and without error. The progress is very evident, and at the same time, the iron block is becoming smaller and smaller under his full-force strikes, yielding results every day

Three months passed quickly. When Tang San was able to wield the hammer and continuously execute thirteen strikes, Tang Hao began to teach him how to forge tools. Tang Hao's teaching method was very straightforward. He would first demonstrate the process himself, then let Tang San try it again. As long as he showed some understanding, he would allow him to practice independently without excessive verbal guidance. Only at critical moments would he offer a word or two, then let Tang San try again. As long as he showed some understanding, he would allow him to practice independently without excessive verbal guidance. Only at critical moments would he offer a word or two.

Running over, Tang San grasped Tang Hao's fist and said, "Father, please don't be angry. I won't become a Soul Master. I will always stay with you and cook for you."

"What did you say? I must have misheard you." Jack dug into his ears, looking at Tang Hao in astonishment, "You should know how precious this opportunity is. Even though our Holy Soul Village has produced a Soul Saint in the past, there is only one quota per year. Other villages have to share one quota among two or three villages. Do you understand? This is a great opportunity. Who knows, Xiao San might become someone extraordinary in the future"

As the sound of striking echoed continuously, Tang San's small body was disproportionate to the iron hammer in his hand, yet with each swing of the hammer, a fierce wind was generated.

How could he know that Tang San had been diligently practicing the Tang Sect's martial arts? Not only did he have a foundation in the Xuantian Skill, but with the techniques of Controlling the Crane and Capturing the Dragon, as well as the Ghostly Shadow and the Xuan Jade Hand, his coordination abilities far surpassed those of his peers. His innate understanding was also quite good, so mastering the technique of exerting force came naturally to him. Of course, this was his first attempt, and his execution was not yet refined.

Tang Hao said calmly: "This is your true intention, isn't it? When I say it is not possible, it simply is not possible. You may leave now."

"Who is shouting so loudly?" Tang Hao's voice, tinged with anger, rang out as he slowly stepped out from behind the curtain of the inner room

Tang Hao was very agitated, his body trembling. In the depths of his father's eyes, Tang San faintly saw something glistening.

"Father, I can no longer hold on," Tang San could not help but say

Tang San discovered that when Tang Hao was expressing his feelings, there was disappointment in his emotions, but more so, a sense of comfort. He understood that within his father's heart, there seemed to be many hidden matters.

Old Jack exclaimed angrily: "But he possesses innate full soul power. As long as he can obtain a soul ring, even if it is of the lowest quality, he can immediately become a soul master. Do you know what a soul master is? Our village hasn't had a soul master for many years."

Tang Hao made a gesture for him to continue, then stepped aside and stood still, remaining silent, simply watching him.

Blue Silver Grass? I don't know why, but when Tang Hao, who has always been indifferent to any external objects, heard these three words, his body suddenly trembled, and a hint of a special light appeared in his eyes

Slowly walking back to the blacksmith shop, Tang Hao surprisingly did not return to his room to continue sleeping, but instead sat on a chair with his eyes closed, resting his mind.

Jack suddenly realized that, indeed, no matter how sensible a child may be, they are ultimately still a child, and it is necessary to consult Tang Hao's opinion.

Tang Hao's movements became increasingly rapid. The forging hammer struck the iron block like a torrential storm, causing the iron block to deform continuously under the hammering. Remarkably, Tang Hao's striking position was extremely precise. Whenever the iron block was hammered down to its original half thickness and began to flatten, he would deliver a strike at the edge of the iron block, causing it to flip. In this way, the iron block was evenly subjected to his blows, rather than simply being smashed into a flat disc. He would deliver a strike at the edge of the iron block, causing it to flip. In this way, the iron block was evenly subjected to his blows, rather than simply being smashed into a flat disc

Dad, why don't you go back to your room and rest for a while? I will go prepare lunch

The door curtain was suddenly swept aside, and Tang Hao reappeared in the outer room. At this moment, his face was filled with shock, and it was evident that his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had just been crying.

... ...

Do you understand?" Tang Hao looked at Tang San, who was continuously pulling the bellows

Of course. This is also closely related to the method of exerting force with the calves. With this method of exertion, the consumption of the Xuantian skill is greatly reduced, allowing Tang San to have more time to operate the bellows and engage in forging

"Let's tidy up later. Xiao San, I ask you, do you want to become a Soul Master?"

As he spoke, Tang Hao sat down beside the bellows and pulled out an object made of cast iron from beneath it. It resembled two foot pedals. Tang Hao connected it to the bellows and grasped the bellows with both hands. "In casting, the role of the bellows is also very important. Sufficient combustion of the metal allows for better forging, as it enhances its toughness. Every piece of metal, no matter how many impurities it contains, possesses a soul. If the temperature is insufficient and excessive force causes it to shatter during forging, then even if it is remelted and reforged, it will only be scrap. Therefore, when you strike the iron block with all your might, you must maintain its temperature. Operating the bellows also requires using the calves for power, which not only minimizes energy consumption but also maximizes the effectiveness of the bellows." Thus, when you strike the iron block with all your might, you must maintain its temperature. Operating the bellows also requires using the calves for power, which not only minimizes energy consumption but also maximizes the effectiveness of the bellows.

These days, he seems to have forgotten about his martial soul and soul rings. Even when he goes to the mountain top in the early morning to practice the Purple Extreme Magic Eye, he is contemplating how the hammer should be swung.

Fortunately, he has been hammering that iron ore for a long time. The impurities within it have diminished significantly, making it less prone to fracturing. Otherwise, under the weight of his uncontrollable forging hammer, it would have likely shattered long ago

"Answer me." Tang Hao looked at him coldly, the pressure from his stature and aura making Tang San feel somewhat breathless

Tangmen Xuantian Baolu General Outline, Article 1: Never let those whom you cannot fully trust know the extent of your true abilities

In the blink of an eye, thirty-six strikes had been delivered. Tang Hao, with both hands, guided the forging hammer to spin three times in the air before dissipating the force of the hammer, standing still as he retracted it. His face showed no flush, and he breathed evenly, as if the previous tempestuous onslaught had not been his doing.

It was a hammer entirely black in color, with a handle approximately half a foot long. The hammerhead was cylindrical in shape, resembling a miniature casting hammer. However, on the dark surface of the hammer, there was a unique glow, and around the cylindrical hammerhead, a faint pattern was entwined.

"Father." Tang San was somewhat taken aback; in his memory, this seemed to be the first time Tang Hao had embraced him in such a manner

The hammer rebounded high, and Tang Hao's movements seemed to achieve a perfect synchronization with the height of the hammer's bounce. Neither too early nor too late, just at the moment when the hammer was about to reach its peak, his body propelled the hammer to spin around once before striking down again

Tang Hao shook his head and said: "No, you are mistaken. Remember, a person's heart has three, not one"

Stop for a moment," Tang Hao said.

After tidying up the dishes, Tang San returned to his room to continue his work, the rhythmic clanging of the forging hammer striking the iron block resonating. Although he did not know when he would be able to forge this piece of pig iron to the size of a fist as requested by Tang Hao, this method of forging was quite beneficial for enhancing his use of the Xuantian Skill and also had a good effect on physical training. Tang San had already begun to attempt to swing the hammer using as little internal energy from the Xuantian Skill as possible, allowing him to maintain longer durations during each series of strikes. Although he did not know when he would be able to forge this piece of pig iron to the size of a fist as requested by Tang Hao, this method of forging was quite beneficial for enhancing his use of the Xuantian Skill and also had a good effect on physical training. Tang San had already begun to attempt to swing the hammer using as little internal energy from the Xuantian Skill as possible, allowing him to maintain longer durations during each series of strikes

Suddenly, Tang Hao opened his strong arms and tightly embraced Tang San in his embrace

"Blue Silver Grass, Blue Silver Grass." Tang Hao murmured twice, suddenly raising his head, his eyes revealing a determination that Tang San had never seen before, and he said solemnly: "No."

Observing Tang San's movements, Tang Hao did not offer any comments; however, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, indicating that Tang San's performance was evidently better than he had anticipated. Tang Hao did not expect that Tang San could master this method of exerting force in such a short period of time

In the morning, it was Tang Hao's usual sleeping time, and the blacksmith shop was quiet.

Tang Hao neither affirmed nor denied Tang San's statement, and continued to ask, "Apart from the brain, what is the most important part of the human body?"

While preparing lunch, Tang San was simultaneously contemplating the Spirit World he had encountered today. The existence of dual spirits seemed to be quite rare in this world; otherwise, his father would not have been so astonished. It appeared that his hammer spirit had a significant impact on him.

Tang San was momentarily taken aback as he looked at Tang Hao. He was unwilling to deceive his father, but after a moment of hesitation, he still nodded.

Tang Hao sighed, his face appearing a bit more aged. "In the end, you still have to choose to walk this path," he said, and with that, he returned to his room.

"You come and pull the bellows, following the actions I just demonstrated." Tang Hao gave his position to Tang San

Tang San was momentarily taken aback, "It's alright, Father. Becoming a blacksmith is also good; it can support us just the same. Didn't you promise me that you would teach me how to forge farming tools?"

Oh. The terms "soul ring" and "soul beast" echoed continuously in Tang San's mind. Although he was not entirely certain whether his speculation was correct, the fact that the Xuantian Skill had been unable to break through its bottleneck indicated that the soul ring was evidently a breakthrough point

At that time, his father wielded thirty-six hammers and appeared to have plenty of strength left, while he himself could only manage seven hammers. He wondered when he would be able to reach his father's level. Whenever Tang San thought of this, he felt particularly motivated to practice.

He first saw his son, and then shifted his gaze to Jack, "Old Jack, what are you doing?"

At this moment, Jack had regained his composure and looked down at Tang San, exclaiming in surprise: "Xiao San, you can't be the one that the Master mentioned, the innate full soul power kid with the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, can you"

Xuantiang Baolu has long been thoroughly memorized by Tang San, and he is absolutely committed to implementing the general principles.

Tang Hao's chest is broad, perhaps due to his long-term work as a blacksmith. Although he appears quite laid-back on the surface, the muscles on his body have not diminished with the passage of time, and his embrace is very warm. The sense of security brought by paternal love is irreplaceable by anything else

"Let's go, Little San, Grandpa will take you home." Old Jack first returned to the other children, allowing their parents to take them away, and then brought Tang San back to the blacksmith shop

Father

Tang Hao cast a cold glance at Jack and said, "What use is it to be above others? All I know is that if he leaves, no one will cook for me. Blue Silver Grass, what do you think the Blue Silver Grass martial soul can cultivate into? It is merely a useless martial soul."

Tang Hao said calmly: "To reach my level, there is only one way. Practice makes perfect. At the same time, you must remember that when striking a piece of ordinary metal, it is most prone to shattering when it contains the most impurities. At that time, you should apply less force while striking. As the impurities gradually decrease, you can begin to increase your force gradually to maintain the effectiveness of the strike. The control of force during this process is key. Practice slowly on your own. Do not blindly increase force and speed; accuracy is equally important. At the very least, you should know where your strike will land, otherwise, what use is the force?"

Only Tang San noticed the change in expression of Tang Hao and the * book * , while Old Jack naturally did not care about the expression of a scruffy blacksmith. He directly said: "Although it is Blue Silver Grass, Little San possesses innate full soul power. Tang Hao, I have made my decision. This year's quota for a work-study student in the village will be given to Little San. Let him go to the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy to study. The travel expenses will be covered by the village."

Tang San then continued to swing the hammer. At this moment, his clothes were already soaked with sweat. With his current internal strength, he was still not able to adapt to the temperature, not to mention that this was undoubtedly a labor-intensive task

Tang Hao seemed to have not heard Jack's sarcasm, and once again turned his gaze towards his son, "Xiao San, has your martial soul awakened? What is it?"

Tang San looked up at his tall father and asked, "What should I do?"

Old Jack crouched down, looking face to face with Tang San, "Little San, I didn't expect your talent to be so outstanding. Unfortunately, you have such a father who did not pass on a good martial soul to you. Otherwise, you might really become the second Soul Sage in our village. You tell Grandpa, are you willing to go to a specialized school to learn the cultivation methods of soul masters? Only there can you find the most accurate knowledge about martial souls." You tell Grandpa, are you willing to go to a specialized school to learn the cultivation methods of soul masters? Only there can you find the most accurate knowledge about martial souls."

Tang San said: "Father, it is Blue Silver Grass"

Tang Hao held Tang San's forging hammer and said softly: "Swinging the hammer with full force during forging allows one’s strength to be fully exerted. However, similarly, with each strike, the rebound force can impose a significant burden on oneself. If there is no appropriate method to guide it, not only is it easy to injure oneself, but a portion of the strength will also be lost, failing to act on the metal. You must observe my movements closely; this will be the key to whether you can forge this piece of pig iron into the size of a fist in a short time."

Jack said irritably: "Today is the day of your son's martial soul awakening, do you have any idea how important this is? Other families have both parents accompanying them, but you, as usual, are not here."

Tang San pondered for a moment and said, "It should be the waist, right? By using the waist to drive the back, and then using that to swing the arm to lift the forging hammer?"

For him, what is more important is the relationship between the martial soul and the Xuantian Skill. If that soul ring is the key to breaking through his Xuantian Skill, then, by any means, he must find a way to obtain a soul ring to test it.

... ...

After finishing lunch, Tang San habitually prepared to clean up the dishes, but was stopped by Tang Hao

With both hands gripping the hammer handle, and adopting the posture of Tang Hao from before, Tang San fixed his gaze intently on the glowing red iron block. The Xuantian Skill gradually circulated, penetrating deep into his calves, while his feet were firmly planted on the ground.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao's eyes became focused. As Tang San pulled the bellows, the entire iron block had turned bright red, and the intense flames surged, making the room exceptionally hot

Since it is a full-force strike, controlling the power exerted on the ground is inherently difficult. Utilizing the rebound force, maintaining body balance, and striking the desired target position becomes increasingly challenging. For each additional strike, the required control increases significantly. The continuous rotation of the body not only causes dizziness in the brain, but also makes it even harder to control the force of each strike.

It is unclear why, when this hammer appeared in Tang San's hand, the air in the entire room seemed somewhat oppressive, and Tang San appeared unable to bear the weight of the small hammer, only able to hold it as his arms slowly drooped. His complexion had already turned somewhat pale.

Tang Hao paused for a moment before saying, "Then tell me, how many hearts does a person have"

It is precisely for this reason that every time Tang Hao offered guidance, Tang San remembered it particularly well

In the following half month, Tang San practiced daily the forging method of leveraging strength to swing the hammer, as taught by Tang Hao. Although he had the Control of the Crane and the Capture of the Dragon to assist in controlling his strength, and the Purple Extreme Magic Eye to determine the position of his strikes, this forging technique proved to be even more difficult to master than he had imagined

Tang Hao walked up to Tang San, took the iron hammer from his hand, and then looked at the red-hot iron block in the furnace, saying, "With your kind of hammering, it would take even a year to make it the size of a fist."

Jack stopped at the entrance of the blacksmith's shop, turned to Tang Hao, and said earnestly: "Tang Hao, your life has come to an end, but Xiao San is still young. Don't you think you should provide him with a means of livelihood? Don't delay him from becoming a Soul Master; at least he won't end up as destitute as you. If you change your mind, come find me. There are still three months until the enrollment period for this year's Notting Soul Master Academy."

Tang Hao moved, his actions seemingly no different from before. With his legs he drove his waist, with his waist he drove his back, with his back he drove his arms, and with a loud sound, the hammer struck the iron block

One

This is the true skill of a blacksmith. Such beautiful hammering method

With the experience of wielding a hammer and careful observation, Tang San quickly mastered the method of pulling the bellows while sitting in the position previously occupied by Tang Hao. Although it was still somewhat awkward, under his meticulous attention, each exertion of force began from his calves. Indeed, as Tang Hao had said, not only was the effort much more efficient, but the results were also significantly better than before.

Tang Hao, Tang Hao. Old Jack does not care whether Tang Hao is sleeping; he truly despises this slovenly blacksmith. If it were not for the fact that the farming tools he forges are very inexpensive, he would have long wanted to kick Tang Hao out of the village

Tang San did not speak, but instead, like before when he raised his right hand, he slowly lifted his left hand. This time, it was no longer blue light; a faint black glow surged forth from his palm. The brilliance instantly condensed, and a peculiar object appeared in his palm.

As the dark light dissipated, the weight vanished. Tang San felt perplexed; that hammer was clearly formed by the unique power mixed with his Xuantian Skill, yet why was he unable to lift it? What astonished him even more was that after summoning that small hammer, his internal energy had been depleted significantly.

Tang Hao still had his eyes closed and said softly, "Aren't you also feeling quite disappointed? Do you also wish to become a Soul Master?"

This, this is... Tang Hao almost leaped forward to stand in front of Tang San, grabbing the hand that held the hammer and bringing it to his own front. Tang Hao's grip was strong, and at least now Tang San no longer felt that the hammer was such a heavy burden on his arm

Looking at the small black hammer, the previously vanished excitement reappeared in Tang Hao's eyes, "Twin Martial Souls. It is actually Twin Martial Souls. Son, my son."

However, during this practice, Tang San was subtly improving in the application of the Xuantian Skill, as well as in the coordination of the Controlling Crane Catching Dragon, Xuan Yu Hand, and Purple Extreme Demon Eye

Tang Hao slightly lifted the forging hammer in his hand, causing Tang San to retreat a few steps. At the same time, the hammer in his hand was already turned back. With a low shout, his body half-turned, his feet firmly planted on the ground. The two calves exposed outside the tattered pant legs instantly tensed up, and the whole person resembled a tiger ready to pounce. With a powerful thrust of his legs and a twist of his waist, the forging hammer was invisibly brought back, and with a loud clang, it heavily struck the glowing red pig iron.

Father did not go back on his word; he indeed taught me the method of forging the earth. Moreover, from what he imparted, it is evident that every profession possesses its own mysteries. It is not as simple as it seems.

As the hammer rebounded due to the reaction force, Tang Hao suddenly turned around, still exerting force with his calf. The rebounding hammer had already been swung up by him. It whirled in the air, accompanied by a strong rush of wind. With another loud crash, it struck the iron block once more. This blow was not only incredibly fast, but its force seemed even greater than the first strike.

Tang San's eyes lit up; this was clearly a method of leveraging force, utilizing the rebound generated by the collision of the hammer and metal to convert it into power for his next strike. The movements were perfect and coordinated. He maximized the avoidance of damage from the rebound force, instead transforming this energy into a continuous assault. Starting from the second strike, the power of each hit exceeded Tang Hao's full strength, yet it remained under his control. He maximized the avoidance of damage from the rebound force, instead transforming this energy into a continuous assault. Starting from the second strike, the power of each hit exceeded Tang Hao's full strength, yet it remained under his control

However, I still possess a martial soul. " Tang San expressed his uniqueness after the awakening of his martial soul today. This was a question he did not ask Su Yuntao and Jack, after all, they were merely outsiders.

Tang Hao waved his hand impatiently, saying, "Don't disturb me." As he spoke, he had already lifted the door curtain and entered the inner room

When your heart beats rapidly in your chest, channel your energy starting from your calves, transferring strength up to your thighs, through your waist, back, and arms, and finally releasing it. This is the full-force strike. The heart generates power, with the waist as the axis. Watch closely

Grandpa Jack, please do not be angry. I have decided not to pursue the abilities of a Soul Master anymore. Father is right; Blue Silver Grass is merely a useless martial soul. Thank you for your kindness

Tang Hao reversed the forging hammer in his hand and tapped Tang San's two calves with the handle, saying, "Here. The muscles in a person's two calves are like the second and third hearts. If a person wants to unleash their full strength, it must be the result of all three hearts operating simultaneously. Therefore, when exerting force, it does not start from the waist. The three hearts are the true starting point." If a person wants to unleash their full strength, it must be the result of all three hearts operating simultaneously. Therefore, when exerting force, it does not start from the waist. The three hearts are the true starting point."

Ah? Tang San looked at him in surprise, somewhat at a loss. Does one even need to mention how many hearts a person has?

Unlike the Blue Silver Grass, which requires almost no consumption of Xuantian Gong, this black small hammer, upon its appearance, almost absorbed all of Tang San's internal energy. He could only barely manage to grip the handle tightly. Although it appeared small, its weight far exceeded that of a forging hammer