Plummeting into the pool, feeling the briskness that wrapped around him, he relaxed his body as much as possible. He knew that for himself, there was only this brief time to relax. After that, he had no idea what kind of training method his father would present him with next.
What he held in his hand was no longer the wooden hammer the size of a forging hammer, but a super-sized wooden hammer with a hammerhead that had a diameter of two meters, and yet the handle of such a huge hammer was only as thick as a human arm.
One can imagine that if the wooden hammer were to be simply lifted, perhaps the handle would snap under the weight. But it was Tang San who, with clever control of strength, used it to complete the eighty-one strikes under the waterfall.
