It had to be said that after the system's modifications, Su Ming possessed power beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Emil Blonsky, in his Abomination form, understood that all too well.
But before Mjolnir, Su Ming's strength seemed no different from that of an ordinary man.
The veins in Su Ming's arm bulged as he gripped Mjolnir, but the hammer did not budge in the slightest.
Refusing to accept it, Su Ming grasped the handle with both hands, planted his feet in a horse stance, and exerted himself again—
"Boom!"
Under the tremendous force, Su Ming's legs sank deeply into the ground, sending sand and dust flying.
"Holy sh...!!"
Coulson's pupils contracted. Destiny's immense strength left him dumbfounded.
The machinery operating around the hammer for so long had already compressed the ground here until it was rock-hard, yet one burst of strength had driven his legs straight into the earth?
That was just absurd...
But to be fair, the hammer remained even more aloof—it had not moved at all.
"Looks like the hammer wins this round."
Coulson's curiosity over whether Destiny could lift the hammer gradually gave way to resignation.
Over the past while, he had witnessed the hammer's stubbornness far too many times.
No matter what method they used, the hammer seemed to have a mind of its own. It sat there quietly and simply refused to move—not even a little.
"Even someone as powerful as Silver Duke has things he can't handle..."
A trace of bitter frustration rose in Su Ming's heart.
Until now, there had been nothing he could not deal with. He had never expected the first thing to leave him helpless would be this unremarkable hammer.
Even though he knew perfectly well that this hammer was a supreme divine weapon forged from a planetary core