《SOUL LAND: DOULUO DALU THE GAME》CHAPTER 12
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「 Wait a moment before you tidy up, ok. Little San, I ask you, do you want to become a soul master?”
Tang San was dazed for a moment, looking towards Tang Hao, unwilling to deceive his father. He hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.
Tang Hao heaved a sigh, his face seeming even older,
“In the end you still head for this path.”
He only spoke this sentence, then returned to his room.
Tang San realized, when Tang Hao sighed, he felt were disappointed but nevertheless his expression was more gratified. He understood that in his father’s heart seemed to be many hidden things.
Lifting the door curtain, Tang Hao entered. This afternoon he seemingly had not forged any farm tools, at least Tang San had not heard the familiar beating sounds.
“Dad.”
Tang San looked in his father’s direction, halting the hammer in his hands and lowering it.
Tang Hao motioned him to continue, walking near to stand calmly at one side. He did not start to speak, only looked at him.
Tang San only then continued to wield the hammer. By now his clothes were already soaked with sweat. With his current inner strength, he still could not adapt to the temperature level, let alone this absolutely heavy physical labour.
Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang…… The beating sound unceasingly resounded, Tang San’s small body with the iron hammer in his hands definitely could not be proportional, but every time the iron hammer swung it nevertheless acted powerfully.
Tang Hao in his heart said, ‘innate superhuman strength and additionally innate full soul power, no wonder he is able to swing the iron hammer inspite of being this small.’ Old Jack’s words might be correct; he should not let his dispiritedness affect this child’s growth and the road from here, even if he himself left.
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Looking at Tang San dripping with sweat, Tang Hao finally set his determination.
“Pause a moment.”
Tang Hao started to speak.
Tang San lowered the iron hammer in his hands, faintly panting somewhat, quietly urging his body’s Mysterious Heaven skill to adjust his breathing, in order to recover his physical strength.
Tang Hao walked over in front of Tang San, taking the iron hammer in his hands, and looked at the stove where the iron chunk was glowing red hot in the fire,
“Beating it like this, even with a year it could not become fist sized.”
Tang san faced up, looking at his tall and big father,
“Then how should I do it?”
Tang Hao indifferently said:
“Tell me, when you swing the forging hammer to beat it, at what part of the body does the strength first come from?”
Tang San thought, then said:
“It should be the waist, right. From the waist through the back, then afterwards along the arm to raise the forging hammer?”
Tang Hao did not confirm nor deny Tang San’s statement, but continued asking,
“Of the human body apart from the brain, which part is the most important?”
“It’s the heart.”
Tang San replied without the slightest hesitation. The heart and the brain could similarly cause instant death, and while the brain still had the skull for protection, the heart had only skin and muscle, nothing more. As a Tang Sect disciple, he was very clear on the human body’s composition, and using hidden weapons to pierce an enemy’s heart was the most effective and fastest method to cause fatality.
Tang Hao paused for a moment, then said:
“Then you tell me how many hearts a person has.”
“Huh?”
Tang San, taken aback, looked at him, rather at a loss. Saying how many hearts a person had?
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“Answer me.”
Tang Hao coldly looked at him, his figure giving off pressure that caused Tang San to be unable to breathe.
“One.”
Tang Hao shook his head, saying:
“No, you’re mistaken. Remember, people have three hearts, not one.”
“Three?”
Tang San stared dumbstruck at Tang Hao, not understanding what he meant.
Tang Hao reversed his grip on the iron hammer, using the handle to poke both Tang San’s calves,
“Here. On people’s two calf muscles, in other words, they are the second and third hearts. If a person wants to bring out one's entire physical strength, in that case, he must use three hearts simultaneously to have a result. Therefore, when bringing out strength, it definitely does not stem from the lower back. The three hearts is the correct starting point.”
“When the heart inside your chest beats rapidly, power originates from the two calves, transmiting up, it reaches the thigh, passing through the waist, back, arm, and it's finally released. This is how to hit with one's entire strength. Hearts give force, and the waist is the axis. Now watch. 」
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