Gripping the Hammer, Swinging, Striking (Please Bookmark)

Tie Xiong patiently listened to his father, Tie Xin.

This Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer was mainly about techniques for using a Forging Hammer.

It was also about how to exert force.

"Son, to use a hammer, you must first know how to grip it. Hold the handle tightly, press your thumb against your index finger, and angle the hammerhead slightly downward. This is the basic stance of my Tie Family Hammer Technique!" As Tie Xin spoke, he picked up a Forging Hammer and began to demonstrate.

Tie Xin did not use his Martial Soul. He simply picked up an ordinary Forging Hammer.

Tie Xiong hurriedly picked up the hammer before him as well. Tie Xin had prepared it for him. It weighed two jin and was much smaller, but its shape was exactly the same.

Tie Xiong clenched it in his right hand, copying his father's posture.

"Next comes swinging. As the saying goes, strike a meteor cleverly and crack a whip along its course. With weapons that are difficult to control, the person must follow the weapon and go with the flow!"

"The same applies to hammers. A hammer's Power Condensation lies in its head; it is heavy in front and light in back. It is difficult to forcefully alter a rapidly swinging hammer with your wrist, so when swinging, your wrist must follow the handle!" As he spoke, Tie Xin swung the Forging Hammer levelly, his body and wrist swiftly moving with it.

Tie Xiong focused intently and watched with great care, missing neither his father's wrist movements, footwork, nor the motion of his waist.

Tie Xin demonstrated patiently.

"Last is the attack. The hammer's greatest power lies in gathering the strength of the entire body and bringing it down in a smash. The Tie Family's Forging Hammer Martial Soul weighs one hundred and eight jin upon awakening. For every ten levels of Soul Power, it can gain another hundred jin. However, even our ancestor only cultivated to the Soul Emperor realm. His Martial Soul weighed over seven hundred jin, and if he used a boosting soul skill in addition to the stacking power of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, he could strike with over ten thousand jin of force!" Tie Xin said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Tie Xiong understood. It really was an ordinary Forging Hammer. Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer was a Top-tier Martial Soul and weighed five hundred jin upon awakening. Even with Tang San's Innate Full Soul Power, he had been unable to use it because it consumed too much Soul Power.

The Tie Family's Martial Soul, then, could only be considered a low-grade Martial Soul.

After speaking, Tie Xin began demonstrating again.

"Plant your feet firmly, set your legs in a horse stance, draw power from your waist, and loosen your wrist!"

"Smash!"

With a clang, Tie Xin brought the Forging Hammer down onto the forging table.

The impact sent out a burst of force that made Tie Xiong take a step back.

"Son, did you understand? Grip, swing, smash. Come, try it once!" Tie Xin said.

His son was too young. For now, he was only teaching him the simplest hammer movements; he had not truly begun teaching techniques yet.

"Yes, Father!" Tie Xiong answered.

He recalled his father's movements in his mind.

He gripped the hammer tightly with his right hand, moved his body with the swing, then brought it down in a smash.

With another clang, he struck the slightly shorter forging table.

Tie Xin offered no evaluation after watching. He simply said, "Practice like this one hundred times today!"

"Yes!" Tie Xiong answered excitedly.

He was going to start hammering.

One strike.

Two strikes.

Three strikes.

Thirty strikes.

Watching Tie Xiong's serious figure, Tie Xin was greatly surprised. When he had asked his son whether he understood just now—

—it had merely been an instinctive question.

He had been waiting for his son to say he did not understand so that he could demonstrate again.

Yet the movements his son performed were already fairly complete.

Though it looked as though he might smash his own foot at any moment.

Indeed, Tie Xiong had only learned to walk not long ago, so his lower body was still somewhat unsteady.

He exerted his strength unevenly and could easily fall and strike himself.

But he had at least managed to execute the movements. It seemed his son's talent was stronger than he had imagined.

"Thirty strikes already. Little brother's hands should be blistering by now!" Tie Long said to Tie Hu.

Indeed, Tie Xiong could now clearly feel the pain in his hands.

But he did not look. He feared that looking would make them hurt even more.

Forty strikes.

Sixty strikes.

Tie Xiong felt as though his body no longer belonged to him. The blisters on his hands had burst and begun to bleed.

"Hold on. The pain in your hands will keep you awake. Otherwise, after you strike, if your hand loosens and the hammer rebounds, you'll hurt yourself!" Tie Xin spoke up at that moment.

Tie Xin spoke calmly, but his body was already poised to move at any moment.

The instant Tie Xiong could no longer endure, he would use Soul Power to protect him.

By now, he had practiced for more than an hour.

Every time the hammer fell, Tie Xiong wanted to let go, sit on the ground, and never practice again.

If I can't even hold on through the first day, how can I become the Hammer King?

After sixty strikes, his hands had gone somewhat numb and no longer hurt as badly, but the soreness throughout his body had only just begun.

"Eighty strikes already. Little brother really is extraordinary!" Tie Hu said with a bitter smile.

"He's far stronger than either of us!" Tie Long said in disbelief.

Another half hour passed.

"Only five strikes left!" Tie Xin said.

During these final moments, every movement Tie Xiong made was painfully slow. It felt as though they took longer than the previous ninety-five strikes, which had taken over an hour.

Tie Xiong was relying entirely on his willpower to endure.

After transmigrating here, the fusion of two souls had doubled his spiritual power.

Otherwise, he could not have remembered the general movements after his father demonstrated them only once.

His body was in pain, but his spiritual power would not allow him to give up.

"Ninety-six!"

"Ninety-seven!"

"Ninety-eight!"

"Ninety-nine!"

"The final strike!" Tie Xiong shouted as he smashed out the last blow.

Then his entire body collapsed onto the ground.

Tie Xin's heart ached terribly. He quickly rushed over, picked Tie Xiong up, and carried him back into the house.

Gently placing Tie Xiong on the bed, he immediately brought over two bronze jars as thick as fists and twenty centimeters tall.

"Quick, put your hands in!"

"What are you two standing around for? Hurry and massage Little Xiong's muscles and bones!" Tie Xin ordered.

Tie Xiong remained conscious. Hearing his father's command, he hurriedly inserted both hands into the two bronze jars.

He only felt something icy-cold inside, thick and sticky like mud.

Tie Xiong pushed his hands straight in.

Then came a piercing pain.

They said that the ten fingers were connected to the heart. Tie Xiong felt that this pain was no less agonizing than torture.

His hands instinctively tried to pull back.

But Tie Xin had already been prepared. His iron-like hands firmly held Tie Xiong's hands inside.

"This is Bone Refining Medicinal Mud. It contains tiger bone, tortoise shell, Chinese dodder, ginseng, and many other herbs, all boiled together. You have overworked your hands just now. Only by soaking them in this medicine will you avoid leaving behind lasting damage!" Tie Xin said quickly.

He truly had not expected his son to endure all the way to one hundred strikes.

He looked at Tie Long and Tie Hu, who were massaging their younger brother, with some disdain.

They were both his sons, so why was the difference so great?

When these two had been taught, it had taken them four or five days just to remember the movements. Then, after reaching thirty strikes, their hands blistered and started hurting, and they wailed for their parents, refusing to strike another blow no matter what.

He had not thought much of it before, but now he suddenly felt that these two were utterly useless.

He had forgotten that he had been the same when he trained as a child.

But Tie Xiong was clearly different. He had perseverance and talent.

Fortunately, he had Bone Refining Medicinal Mud prepared. Otherwise, if his son injured his muscles and bones, he would regret it for the rest of his life.