When Wood heard what the dwarf had said and saw the "Storm Hammer" coming at him, he simply punched it head-on. The dwarf adventurer's face filled with contempt.
Dwarves loved forging and fine wine, and they were an exceedingly proud people.
Seeing Wood try to meet his iron hammer with nothing but his fists, the dwarf adventurer's expression turned furious.
He had no idea how impressive this so-called "Great Sage" was, but questioning a dwarf's strength and his hammer was unforgivable.
"Sharp-tongued fool! You think you can stop my great hammer with those skinny arms and fragile fists? Then prepare to be smashed to pieces!"
Clang—!
Though it was a fist of flesh and blood, when it collided with the iron hammer, it rang out like a great bell being struck.
If someone had once told the dwarf adventurer that anyone could stop his full-strength swing with a bare fist, he would have used the hammer in his hands to teach them that even the hardest bones were brittle before it.
But as fist met hammer, the dwarf saw with his own eyes that Wood's fist was instantly covered by a layer of black material as he punched. Then it met the great hammer head-on, ringing with the clash of metal.
And that wasn't all that shocked the dwarf adventurer. Wood had met his hammer head-on with a fist, but that alone wasn't the most astonishing part.
What astonished the dwarf even more was that, in the instant fist and hammer collided, he felt an immense force travel from the hammer's handle straight into both his arms.
The terrifying force reverberated through him, nearly jolting the hammer from his grasp. Then, in the next moment, everyone beneath the arena saw the strength-renowned dwarf fly backward like a cannonball.
The iron