"You think you can escape? Mortal!!!"
Nazi Superman roared, and red Heat Vision swept across the room, slicing through the statues, glass, and metal tables ahead.
Miao Mu gripped the hammer in his hand and rolled behind a pillar. With a sizzling slash, the marble pillar wide enough for two people to embrace—
was cleanly cut in half.
"Damn it, I'm burying you in a pile of Kryptonite!"
Miao Mu broke out in a cold sweat. Even his hair was slightly singed. He had nearly gotten his head blown open and turned into canned brains.
He couldn't hide here. He would definitely die!
Miao Mu flipped to his feet and hurled the hammer forward. The chain behind it instantly extended.
Just like Yan Shuangying's endlessly extending chain blade from the legends.
The Heat Vision in Nazi Superman's eyes shifted at once, focusing on the iron hammer, yet the beams could not pierce it.
Thud!
The hammer slammed straight into Nazi Superman's face. That hurt!
Miao Mu yanked the chain, and the hammer flew back into his hand. The handle had grooves and felt incredibly comfortable to grip.
Nazi Superman covered his face and landed on the ground. He kicked a display case beside him flying toward Miao Mu.
He had also realized what that hammer was: a commemorative trophy of victory forged from the rarest super-alloy metal in the world.
Its hardness made it something even he could not destroy. It could withstand the test of time and would remain even after ten thousand years.
"Want to keep going? I feel ridiculously strong right now!"
Miao Mu gripped the chain beneath the hammer, making it whirl through the air with a howl. The feeling made him finally understand why Marvel's Thor was so devoted to a hammer.
The grip and