"Flashy but useless. All that strength, and you're playing with an inflatable hammer?"
If Tang Hao had simply swung his hammer at him, Chen Ming might have taken him a little more seriously. But to Chen Ming, this Sky-Piercing Strike was even less dangerous than Tang Hao's ordinary attacks.
His eyes turned golden, and a surge of temporal power enveloped his mind. In an instant, the entire world seemed to have been paused. Every tremor of every flower and blade of grass fell within his spiritual perception, and every inch of that mountain-sized hammer projection lay exposed to Chen Ming's scrutiny.
The power contained within the enormous hammer projection was explosive. But it was extremely unstable, and its handling was crude in the extreme. Not only was most of its energy wasted, but its internal structure was also exceedingly rudimentary.
A model of the energy's intensity and structure entered Chen Ming's thoughts. After only a moment of calculation, he had completely deciphered the attack.
In his eyes, the hammer projection was riddled with flaws.
Using his spiritual power to control his own elements, Chen Ming formed an invisible blade in midair. With his own power, he gently drove it into the hammer projection.
The attack Tang Hao had pinned such high hopes on had barely begun its descent before Chen Ming intercepted and detonated it in midair. Most of the blast's force even poured back toward Tang Hao.
As a result, Tang Hao, who had fallen into an extremely brief lag after unleashing his spirit skill, had no choice but to greet the explosion of his own soul power with his face.
Before he could react, he felt the gravity around him multiply several times in an instant. It was as though invisible shackles had wrapped around his body, forcibly