Tang San Grows Increasingly Dissatisfied

"Second hammer!"

Then came the third hammer, the fourth hammer...

Tang Hao's movements grew faster and faster, each strike heavier than the last. The forging hammer seemed to come alive in his hands, transforming into black whirlwinds that battered the anvil madly.

Tang San stood to one side, utterly shaken by the sight before him.

This Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique was indeed profound!

If used in battle alongside the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, its power would be simply unimaginable!

He immediately focused himself. His Purple Demon Eyes quietly activated as he did his utmost to capture Tang Hao's every movement, while sensing the flow of his strength and the changes in his rhythm, engraving it all deeply into his mind.

Very soon, Tang Hao swung his eighteenth hammer. Its force had already reached an exceedingly terrifying level.

Yet he abruptly stopped and turned to look at Tang San.

"Did you see it clearly?" Tang Hao set down the forging hammer, his tone still flat.

"That was the force behind the first eighteen strikes of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. Each strike afterward is harder than the last, and the burden on the body grows greater as well. You..."

He had wanted to say that Tang San should first master these eighteen strikes, but recalling Tang San's fierce reaction yesterday, he swallowed the rest of his words.

Understanding and excitement flashed in Tang San's eyes. He nodded. "I have memorized the techniques and rhythm of exerting force. Thank you for teaching me, Father."

Tang San did not immediately try it. Instead, he closed his eyes and repeatedly reviewed Tang Hao's movements in his mind, combining them with his understanding of martial arts from his previous life to deduce and analyze them.

Tang Hao watched Tang San's focused, contemplative expression