At the same time, Tang Wulin now had a very obvious problem in actual combat.
Wu Changkong had seen it clearly all along.
The Star-Sinking Hammer was powerful.
It struck with sufficient weight and exerted plenty of pressure head-on.
But in true team combat, Tang Wulin's martial soul system was still incomplete.
His Star-Sinking Hammer was more like a heavy weapon meant for brute-force clashes. It could break through defenses, hold the line, and smash open a deadlock at a critical moment, but it lacked sufficiently refined variations.
Especially against fast, agile opponents, no amount of strength mattered if Tang Wulin could not land a hit.
The Golden Dragon Claw was indeed powerful.
But it was not a regular means of attack.
It consumed too much energy, lasted only briefly, and required exacting conditions to land a close-range hit. More importantly, that bloodline power was dangerous and uncontrollable. Wu Changkong could not possibly let Tang Wulin make it his sole reliance.
Wu Changkong saw all these problems clearly.
But he had not rushed to say too much to Tang Wulin.
He knew this child had excellent insight.
Given enough training and pressure from actual combat, he would gradually discover many things himself.
He also wanted to see whether the mysterious bloodline within Tang Wulin would continue to have a beneficial effect on the Star-Sinking Hammer and his soul spirit.
Originally, Wu Changkong had thought the answer would only become clearer once Tang Wulin reached rank twenty.
But now, it seemed he would not have to wait that long.
The Star-Sinking Hammer was changing.
The soul spirit was changing too.
If these changes could continue, then Tang Wulin's martial soul still held tremendous promise.
Wu Changkong had never believed that a martial soul's outward form could completely determine a soul master's