Tang Hao did not blame Tang San. After losing to the Heaven Dou Second Team time and again, it was hardly surprising that Tang San would have such thoughts.
"Xiao San, your understanding of the Clear Sky Hammer is extremely shallow. Without the support of the Clear Sky Sect's secret arts, you would struggle to unleash its true power. Besides, the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul is completely unfamiliar territory for you."
"Even if the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul is powerful in its own right, how much control do you have over it? Against opponents with exceptional mastery of their martial souls, it would be even less effective than your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."
Tang San was a blacksmith, and he understood how important a hammer's feel was.
To keep his secret, he had never used the Clear Sky Hammer for forging.
Even now, simply switching to a different hammer would introduce countless subtle changes to the feel of his forging, let alone using it in battle.
Tang San understood that everything his father had said was true. Rashly cultivating his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul would do nothing to improve his strength. But without it as a fallback, how could he defeat the Heaven Dou Second Team in the matches ahead?
"But Dad, Feng Xiaotian didn't even make a move in yesterday's match, and we still lost. Even if we're prepared and the match proceeds normally, how are we supposed to deal with him?"
If they could not defeat Feng Xiaotian, they would inevitably have to devote a great deal of effort to handling him alone. Once they reached the Finals, with so much of their effort tied up by Feng Xiaotian, Tang San could forget about winning.
Feng Xiaotian was a tremendous headache for Tang Hao