Douluo: Reverse Dimension

Chapter 11
Taking the hammer from Song Ke's hand, Tang Hao said calmly:
"You... did a good job, but you can do better!"

At my age, when I hadn't awakened my martial spirit, I could only swing the first six hammers just like Xiao San, but Xiao Si could swing sixteen hammers, and looking at the posture just now, if I pay attention to training and master the skills , should be able to play more!

However, I didn't formally teach him how to hammer. He has been insane for another six years. How did he learn it?Is it just to watch me forge irons on weekdays?Tang Hao couldn't believe his eyes, because he knew how difficult it was to use the Wind Hammer Technique.

Strength, technique, and long hours of training are indispensable.

It seems that our Haotian School is going to produce another monster, Tang Hao whispered to himself.

After finishing speaking, he took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, walked to the blacksmithing platform, behind his back, and said indifferently:
"I ask you, what is a master craftsman?"

Master craftsman?Hearing this "unfamiliar" term, the two "six-year-old" children looked at each other and saw "doubt" in each other's eyes.

The two pondered for a moment, and Tang San, who hadn't been able to attract Tang Hao's attention just now, spoke first:
"Those who can create artifacts are master craftsmen."

With the understanding of the previous life, he can easily understand the meaning of this term.

After Tang Hao listened, there was no expression on his face, and he turned his gaze to Song Ke.

"Hmm... Dad, what is a craftsman?" Song Ke showed a harmless expression.

Forget it, you can't steal Tang San's limelight anymore, or you will be punished!
I'm asking you!Tang Hao almost didn't scold, he whispered without any expression:
"I asked you, why did you ask me in turn?"

Song Ke scratched his head and smiled.

It seems that although the child has recovered, his intelligence doesn't seem to be very good. Tang Hao suddenly lost his mind, but he immediately denied his point of view: But when he explained the hammering method before, he didn't look like this. Was he covering up?Or indirect normal?

Tang Hao took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled:
"The so-called master craftsman is to use ordinary iron to forge a divine weapon..."

This is a bit of nonsense for him. An artifact made of ordinary iron is still called an artifact. After all, ordinary iron is ordinary iron. If the quality is not good, it will never be a material for an artifact. This is like making a weapon out of mud and steel. Which one is stronger? Which one is weaker can be discerned at a glance, Zhen Dejian couldn't help complaining about this statement in Song Ke's mind.

Song Ke heard this and shook his head invisibly, but Tang Hao frowned slightly and asked coldly:

"Why, you don't agree with my point of view?"

"Ah? No, no." Song Ke quickly straightened his back and shook his head to explain.

Tang Hao's voice was low, with a hint of warning:
"Don't think that you can be complacent just because you swung sixteen hammers. You must know that there are many people who are better than you."

"Okay, then I will teach you how to exert force."

He turned around, walked to the blacksmithing platform, picked up the hammer on the ground, and looked sideways at the two of them:

"The muscles that people use the most are the calves. These two muscles are our second and third hearts. If you make good use of the muscles in your calves, you can perfectly exert your physical strength."

"Look!"

After Tang Hao finished speaking, he took a small step back, raised the hammer high with his right hand, and paused for a few seconds.

"clang!"

A hammer!
"Clang! Clang!"

After three blows, he stopped and turned around:

"Do you see what I'm doing?"

Tang San took two steps forward, and said excitedly:

"Father, I know, it's using strength to fight. I understand the truth, but it doesn't seem easy to do it."

Tang Hao nodded slightly:

"If you want to reach my level, you still need to practice more. You need to know the strength of each hammer and the point where the hammer falls. Only in this way can you fully control the hammering technique."

"Next, you are free to play and do what you can."

Tang San and Song Ke looked at each other, the former went up first and swung the hammer, training hard.

"You can learn this hammering method. Anyway, you now have the help of Meteor Tears, which can quickly increase your physical strength. It will benefit you in the future, so it's all about training yourself." Zhen Dejian reminded.

Now that I have the help of Meteor Tears, no matter if I am seriously injured or physically exhausted, I can recover quickly.

So, for the next week, Song Ke spent the whole day on blacksmithing, because Zhen Dejian didn't feel any new undead appeared.

Every time, he practiced until he was exhausted, his hands and feet trembled, and he squeezed out his last bit of strength, but after only 1 minute each time, he was alive and kicking again, returned to normal, and continued to forge.

Tang Hao and Tang San couldn't understand this anymore. Could it be that all this is really the result of six years of insanity?

In the past seven days, Song Ke took advantage of Tang Hao's sleep and Tang San's exercise, tested his hammering technique, and was able to swing 42 hammers in a row!
It is unbelievable that a six-year-old child can swing the Wind Hammer Technique to 42 hammers.

On the morning of the eighth day, Tang San got up early to cook as usual, and then went to the mountain to exercise, while Song Ke got up early, and after breakfast, he continued to forge iron, because he promised to help Tang San forge a piece of pig iron today. For what purpose, he didn't say.

But Song Ke can also guess, of course it is to make a hidden weapon.

It's strange to say, after so many days, he didn't seem to see Tang San making hidden weapons.

"Clang clang clang!"

Song Ke was thinking, while swinging the hammer, practicing his hammering skills, and purifying the iron block at the same time.

The whole process lasted until Tang San came back from exercising, and only then did he complete the purification work.

After handing the iron block the size of his own fist to Tang San, Song Ke pretended to be curious, half puzzled and asked:
"Hey? Brother Tang San, why do you need this piece of broken iron? It's so heavy."

Tang San glanced left and right, controlled the voice that only two people could hear:
"I'm making weapons, so it's useful."

arms?Song Ke turned his head slightly, with a puzzled look on his face:
"What weapon?"

Tang San put away the iron block, smiled and said:

"I'll demonstrate it to you later when I have a chance. By the way, how is your hammering practice?"

Song Ke curled his lips and said rather dissatisfied:
"No, I can only complete 21 hammers, otherwise, I wouldn't spend more than an hour talking to purify this iron block."

Tang San patted Song Ke on the shoulder, and said in relief:

"It's already pretty good, I can only swing eighteen hammers, my brother is so good, he will definitely become the strongest blacksmith in the future."

"..." Song Ke tried to keep smiling, "Thank you for the compliment, and you too."

Tang San smiled and turned around:

"The porridge should be ready, have you eaten?"

Song Ke took off his shirt and threw it aside:
"Ate."

Tang San pulled the stool over, lifted the lid of the pot, the smell of rice came to his face immediately, he took a breath, turned his head to the inner room and shouted:

"Dad, get up and eat."

Song Ke took the iron basin, filled it with hot water, and added saponin, and started washing the clothes.

About a minute later, there was movement in the inner room, Tang Hao lifted the curtain, yawned and walked out.

He was still so slovenly and unkempt.

After seeing Song Ke, he casually asked:

"How's the hammer practice going?"

Song Ke wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied:

"21 hammers."

Tang San carried the rice porridge, walked up to Tang Hao, and while handing the porridge to him, looked at Song Ke and said:

"My brother is already very powerful. Every time I swing the [-]th hammer, I always feel that there is a strong force tearing my arm, which makes me feel unbearable pain."

"I can't imagine what 21 Hammers is like."

Tang Hao took the bowl of porridge, took a sip and said:

"Which force is tearing you apart is the power of hammering, because your strength can only control [-] hammers, so if you exceed [-] hammers, you will be counterattacked. The future is still very long, and you need to practice more."

The two looked at each other and replied in unison:

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)