"For the next two years, I'll train you here in the Clear Sky Hammer."
Tang Hao's voice was calm, as though he were discussing something utterly ordinary. Yet his gaze was more serious than ever.
He removed a forging hammer from his waist and casually tossed it to Tang San.
The forging hammer was entirely black. Its head was as large as a watermelon, while its handle was polished smooth and gleaming, clearly having been used countless times.
It felt tremendously heavy in his hand, weighing at least thirty or forty jin.
Tang San caught the forging hammer without speaking.
Tang Hao raised a hand and pointed toward the other side of the pool.
"There."
Tang San looked in the direction of his finger.
Across the pool, a waterfall roughly twenty meters wide cascaded down a mountain wall nearly two hundred meters high. Its thunderous roar was deafening.
Below the waterfall, near the center of the pool, a protruding round rock could vaguely be seen.
Its surface had been polished mirror-smooth by the rushing water. It was only about the size of a millstone, just large enough for one person to stand on.
"Under the waterfall, there's a protruding round rock." Tang Hao's voice passed through the waterfall's roar and reached Tang San clearly. "You will stand on it and practice the hammer techniques I teach you."
Tang San's gaze fell upon the round rock beneath the waterfall, and his brows furrowed slightly.
The waterfall poured down from nearly two hundred meters above. Its impact was easy enough to imagine.
"When you can swing the hammer eighty-one times beneath that waterfall, the first stage of special training will be complete."
After saying that, Tang Hao turned around and stopped looking at Tang San.
His gaze settled on Cinderella, and a