Chapter 11 - Twin-born Martial Souls (III)

  Tang San had never seen his father's face look so wonderful, all kinds of complicated emotions kept appearing on Tang Hao's face for a long time before he slowly uttered a sentence, "Remember, in your future, you must use the hammer in your left hand to protect the grass in your right hand. Forever."   Tang San nodded uncertainly. Tang Hao stood up and went back to the inner room without looking back.   While fixing his lunch, Tang San thought about the martial soul world he had come into contact with today, dual-born martial souls, it seemed like they should rarely exist in this world, otherwise, his father wouldn't have been so surprised. From the looks of it, that hammer martial soul of his own seemed to have touched him a lot.   For him, what was more important was the relationship between the martial soul and Xuan Tian Gong, if that soul ring was the key to his Xuan Tian Gong's inability to break through, then, no matter what, he had to find a way to come and get one to test it out.   During lunch, Tang Hao appeared silent, even the amount of food seemed to be much less than usual, his gaze falling on Tang San from time to time, as if hesitating about something.   After lunch, Tang San habitually prepared to clean up the dishes, but was called back by Tang Hao.   "Clean up later. Little San, let me ask you, do you want to become a soul master?"   Tang San froze for a moment and looked at Tang Hao, unwilling to deceive his father, and after a moment of hesitation, he still nodded.   Tang Hao sighed, his face looking a few points older, "You'll have to choose to head towards this path after all." He just said this one more sentence and went back to his room.   Tang San realized that when Tang Hao was sighing, there was disappointment in his emotions but more than that, it was an expression of relief. He understood that there seemed to be a lot of things hidden in this father of his.   After cleaning up the dishes, Tang San returned to his room to continue his work, the clanking sound of casting hammers colliding with iron blocks ringing out rhythmically. Although he didn't know when he would be able to build this piece of pig iron to the size of Tang Hao's fist that he had asked for, this kind of casting was of no small benefit to improving his use of Xuan Tian Gong, and the effect on his physical exercise was also good. Tang San had already begun to try swinging the hammer with as little Xuan Tian Gong internal force as possible, so that he would be able to sustain it for a longer period of time in each successive swing.   When the afternoon's hammering had proceeded to more than three hundred strokes, and it felt like it had caused that piece of pig iron to get rid of some more impurities, the door curtain lifted and Tang Hao walked in. He didn't seem to be building farming tools this afternoon, at least Tang San didn't hear the familiar sound of hammering.   "Dad." Tang San looked toward his father, the hammer in his hand unconsciously stopping.   Tang Hao made a gesture for him to continue, and stepped aside to stand, not opening his mouth, just looking at him.   Only then did Tang San continue swinging the hammer, and at this time, the clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat. With his current inner strength, it wasn't enough to reach the level of going to adapt to the temperature, not to mention, this was definitely a heavy physical labor.      Tang Hao secretly said in his heart, natural divine power plus innate full soul power, no wonder he could swing the hammer at such a young age. Old Jack's words might be right, one shouldn't affect this child's development because of his own decadence, let him go his own way in the future.   Looking at the sweating Tang San, Tang Hao finally made up his mind.   "Stop." Tang Hao opened his mouth.   Tang San put down the hammer in his hand, panting slightly, quietly urging the Xuan Tian Gong in his body to mediate, in order to recover his strength.   Tang Hao walked over to Tang San, took the hammer in his hand, and then looked at the red-hot iron on the fireplace, "If you hammer like this, even a year won't be able to make it the size of a fist."   Tang San tilted his head to look at his tall father, "Then what should I do?"   Tang Hao said coldly, "Tell me, when you swing the casting hammer to strike it, what part of your body fires first?"   Tang San thought for a moment and said, "It should be the waist. From the waist it leads to the back, and then to the arm to swing the casting hammer?"   Tang Hao didn't affirm or deny Tang San's statement, and continued to ask, "Besides the brain, what is the most important place in a human body?"   "It's the heart." Tang San answered without hesitation. The heart and the brain were equally instantly fatal, while the brain had a skull to protect it, the heart only had skin and muscles. As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he was clear about the human body structure, piercing the enemy's heart with a concealed weapon was the most effective and concise method of fatality.   Tang Hao paused for a moment before saying, "Then tell me again how many hearts a person has."   "Huh?" Tang San looked at him in surprise, somewhat puzzled. How many hearts does a person have need to be told?   "Answer me." Tang Hao looked at him coldly, the oppressive force of his stature and breath making Tang San a little breathless.   "One."   Tang Hao shook his head and said, "No, you're wrong. Remember, there are three human hearts, not one."   "Three?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao dumbfounded, not understanding what he meant.   Tang Hao reversed the casting hammer in his hand and touched Tang San's two calves with the handle, "Here. The muscles on one's two calves are the second and third hearts. A person, if they want to bring out their full power, then it must be the result of all three hearts functioning at the same time. Therefore, when generating power, it does not start with the waist. The three hearts are the starting point."   "When the heart within your chest is beating rapidly, the mana starts from the two calves, the power is uploaded, goes to the thighs, passes through the waist, back, and arms, and is finally released. That's what a full force strike is. The heart fires, and the waist is the axis. Watch."