Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer

Tang Hao moved. His actions seemed no different from before: power flowed from his legs to his waist, from his waist to his back, and from his back to his arms. With a clang, the iron hammer struck the iron block.

As the hammer bounced up from the recoil, Tang Hao suddenly turned. Still driving with his calves, he swung the rebounding hammer up, whirling it once through the air. Accompanied by a fierce howl of wind, it crashed down onto the iron block again. This strike was not only incredibly fast, but seemed even stronger than the first.

The iron hammer rebounded high into the air. Tang Hao's movements seemed to mesh perfectly with the hammer's rise—not too early, not too late. At the precise instant the hammer was about to reach its highest point, his body carried it through another full rotation before smashing it down again.

Tang San's eyes lit up. This was clearly a technique of borrowing force to apply force, using the recoil generated by the hammer striking metal as the power for the next blow. His movements were perfect and coordinated, minimizing the harm the recoil could do to his body while turning that force into a continuous barrage of strikes. Starting from the second blow, every strike exceeded Tang Hao's full strength, yet remained completely under his control.

Tang Hao's movements grew faster and faster. The forging hammer battered the iron block like a raging storm, continuously deforming it with every strike. What was astonishing was the extreme precision of Tang Hao's strikes. Whenever the iron block had been hammered down to half its original thickness and began to flatten, the forging hammer in his hand would strike its edge, flipping it over. This allowed the iron block to receive his hammer blows evenly, rather than simply being smashed into an iron pancake.

In an instant, he had swung thirty-six blows. Tang Hao used both hands to spin the forging hammer through the air three times in succession, dissipating its force before lowering it and standing still. His face was not red, and he was not out of breath, as though that storm-like barrage had not been delivered by him at all.

The entire iron block had shrunk by a full size after those thirty-six strikes. The impurities within it were now almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

So this was true blacksmithing skill. What a beautiful hammer technique.

"Do you understand?" Tang Hao asked, looking at Tang San, who was continuously pulling the bellows, and Lan Xue, who sat beside him.

Tang San thought for a moment. "I understand the principle of borrowing force to use force. But it doesn't seem simple." Lan Xue remained as calm as ever.

Tang Hao said calmly, "There is only one way to reach my level: practice makes perfect. At the same time, remember this: when hammering ordinary metal, it is most likely to shatter when it contains the most impurities. At that time, your strikes must be lighter. As its impurities gradually decrease, you can slowly increase your strength while maintaining the effectiveness of your blows. Controlling your force is the key. Practice on your own. Do not blindly increase your strength and speed. Accuracy is just as important. At the very least, you must know where your hammer will land. Otherwise, what use is greater strength?"

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

His father had not broken his word. He had indeed taught him how to forge. And from what his father had taught him, Tang San realized that every profession had its own secrets and none of them were as simple as they appeared.

Over the next half month, Tang San and Lan Xue practiced the hammer-swinging forging method Tang Hao had taught him every day. Although Tang San had Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon to help him control his strength and Purple Demon Eyes to determine where his hammer would land, this forging method was even harder to master than he had imagined.

Since each strike was made with full force, the strength used was already difficult to control. Borrowing the rebound force, maintaining his body's balance, and striking the desired spot made it even more difficult. With every additional swing, the amount of control required increased. The continuous spinning of his body not only made his mind dizzy, but also made the force behind each strike harder to control.

Fortunately, he had hammered that iron ore for a long time, and it contained very few impurities now, making it less likely to shatter. Otherwise, under his forging hammer, whose force he could not properly control, it would likely have broken apart long ago.

However, during this training, Tang San's application of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, as well as the coordination between Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, Mystic Jade Hands, and Purple Demon Eyes, all improved imperceptibly.

On the first day, he could only swing twice before losing his aim. By today, half a month later, he could already swing seven consecutive blows and strike the iron block with perfect accuracy. His progress was extremely obvious. At the same time, the iron block grew smaller and smaller beneath his full-force strikes, and every day brought results.

Naturally, this was also inseparably connected to the method of generating force through his calves. With this method, the consumption of the Mysterious Heaven Skill was greatly reduced, allowing Tang San more time to pull the bellows and forge.

His father had swung thirty-six blows back then, and had even seemed to have strength left to spare. Yet he himself could only manage seven. He did not know when he would reach his father's level. Whenever Tang San thought of this, he trained with even greater motivation.

These days, he seemed to have forgotten all about martial souls and Soul Rings. Even when he went to the mountaintop at dawn to cultivate Purple Demon Eyes, he was thinking about how he should swing his hammer.

While Tang San was thinking, Lan Xue remained as calm as ever, swinging her own hammer.

Three months passed quickly. When Tang San could sustain thirteen consecutive hammer strikes, Tang Hao began teaching him how to forge tools. Tang Hao's teaching method was very direct: he would demonstrate once, then have Tang San do it once. As long as Tang San showed even a little understanding, Tang Hao would let him practice on his own, offering very little verbal guidance. Only at critical moments would he say a word or two.

Because of this, whenever Tang Hao gave him advice, Tang San remembered it especially clearly.

Lan Xue never listened. She had already understood the essence of Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer and had long since cultivated the hammer technique to its peak. To avoid discouraging Tang San, Lan Xue could only hold back during practice.