Purple light blazing in Quan Lin's eyes, he looked like a demon. It was as if he had eyes in the back of his head, judging the gauntlet's flight distance with incredible precision. He decisively twisted his body and launched a rotating "Iron Hammer," smashing it into the gauntlet.
This attack gathered the strength of his entire body, and made full use of inertia.
Compared to the earlier spear-and-shield moves, this strike was more like a hammer technique.
The pitch-black Iron Hammer collided with the Iron Shield, and the Vibration Power produced by the two was greater than any previous collision.
However, the gauntlet, having already witnessed Quan Lin's strength, had long since made thorough preparations. When it attacked, it further increased its Soul Power output, strengthening the force of its strike.
Because of that, when it faced the heavy Iron Hammer attack, its performance was not the slightest bit inferior.
But the gauntlet, which had retreated slightly, noticed that Quan Lin's body was actually spinning rapidly along the direction of the impact force.
Before it could react, an iron fist even fiercer than the previous strike arced toward it in a semicircle.
The gauntlet's old force had just faded, and its new force had yet to arrive. Faced with this sudden blow, it clearly faltered.
Bang!
The gauntlet, which had failed to mount sufficient resistance, was smashed hard and sent flying to the other side of the wall.
The impact of this strike was faster and stronger, exceeding the range of force the gauntlet could withstand.
The corners of Quan Lin's mouth lifted slightly as he looked at the gauntlets scattered on either side and said with a smile, "Possessing the same strength, greater speed, and, more importantly, being just as familiar with me, the Black Iron Gauntlets are,