"BOOM!!!"
With a thunderous crash, the chain was smashed into three pieces by the hammer wheel.
The shattered links exploded in midair, turning into a shower of crimson-gold sparks that drifted down.
But the second chain immediately wrapped around the hammer's handle. The flaming chain coiled twice and began to tighten, its searing heat traveling down the handle into Iron Hammer's palm.
The third chain descended from above and coiled around Iron Hammer's right shoulder, the scorching power of the Fire Law attempting to seep into his skin.
Iron Hammer's expression did not change.
His left hand released the hammer handle and reached back to grab the flaming chain wrapped around his right shoulder. His five fingers wedged into the gaps between the links, then he yanked hard.
A dim gray gleam of law shimmered across his palm.
Wherever that gleam touched, the burning force of the Fire Law seemed to be canceled out by something even harder.
His palm remained completely unscathed. Instead, he forcibly tore that length of chain from his shoulder, like pulling a thorn embedded in flesh.
He flung the chain segment toward the ground. The flaming chain struck the arena, exploding into a fireball before swiftly going out.
Zhurong's brow twitched.
Those three chains had merely been an appetizer, a probing attack, yet they were enough to leave an ordinary Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm cultivator scrambling in panic.
Yet Iron Hammer had broken them all with almost brute force.
Even the hand that had grabbed the flaming chains barehanded bore not a single scorch mark.
"Your hand isn't afraid of fire?"
Zhurong asked.
This fellow could actually ignore his flames. That truly shocked him.
In response, Iron Hammer patted the lingering embers from his palm and flashed a broad white-toothed grin.
"I've forged iron all