Chapter 1333: A Most Bizarre Mystery
"Fist" was just such a Supreme Expert.
It was said that before he had been called "Fist," he had possessed a name as majestic and overbearing as the current Lion King's or Tiger King's.
Like the vast majority of Minotaur Experts of his era, broad-shouldered and powerfully built, he was accustomed to wielding an enormous warhammer.
Naturally, his warhammer had been forged only after he had traversed every mountain range and river in Turanze, gathering all manner of priceless rare materials.
Meteoric iron that had fallen from the sky, the hardest bones of Totem Beasts, the heartwood of Mandala Trees that had grown for thousands of years, gleaming crystal marrow from deep underground ravines split open during great earthquakes... During its forging, it had even been tempered in the blood of countless Totem Beasts.
Yet even such a peerless weapon, hammered and tempered a thousand times, could not withstand Fist's overwhelming power. It was often worn down and damaged in battle.
Especially during Fist's soul-stirring, epic battle against Death Trigon.
At first, the Minotaur Expert and the peerless ferocious beast had fought to a standstill.
Both sides grew braver with every battle and madder with every kill.
But just as Fist attempted to unleash his most violent strength without holding anything back, his warhammer was either blasted into pieces by Death Trigon's spatial-rending skill—
—or the force with which he swung it was so immense that the hammerhead separated from the handle, leaving only a short length of haft in his hand.
Fist replaced his warhammer seven times in succession.
Yet each newly replaced warhammer failed to last even half a Ke Shi before it declared its collapse and destruction beneath the double ravaging of Fist and Death Trigon.
Having seven successive rounds of