"There's something even more impossible!" Tang Zhong threw a punch.
His fist was all aglow with red light.
It landed directly on the hammer, the huge tool that, at the moment of Tang Zhong's punch, shockingly formed a fist-sized hole in it.
The hammer was blasted away, crashing onto a giant rock and shattering it into debris.
The powerful impact made the burly man tremble all over, and as the force transferred into his body, it savagely crushed his bones.
The sounds of cracking and snapping rose incessantly,
and the burly man knelt on the ground, blood spurting from his mouth, looking utterly miserable, his pupils filled with disbelief.
"How... how is this possible? I don't believe it!"
"My hammer was forged from a meteorite; how could your fist be this hard?"
Tang Zhong's body had fully undergone the Blood Soul Transformation and had become as hard as iron. Compared to him, this little hammer was far inferior.
