The hammer caught Voldemort completely off guard, knocking his head sideways before flying back with a series of humming vibrations.
Zhang Xiao caught the hammer, inwardly sucking in breath after breath. Voldemort really was a master of bodily modification. Other people went silent when struck; Voldemort merely tilted his head.
But the expression on Voldemort's face was spectacular: a complicated mixture of shock, humiliation, bewilderment, fury...
Perhaps he had never imagined that one day someone would hit him with a hammer.
In a furious sweep of his hand, Voldemort sent a spell hurtling toward him. Zhang Xiao instinctively raised his arm, bringing a gleaming round shield up before him.
Bang!
The tremendous impact forced Zhang Xiao back several steps. Still, he had to admit that the Church's Small Round Shield was exceptionally well made. Designed specifically for Demon Hunters to withstand spells, it remained as pristine as ever, even after taking a spell this powerful from Voldemort.
Zhang Xiao shook out his slightly numb arm, looked at the shield, then at his hammer, then at Grindelwald lying on the ground, and finally at the bald villain.
A peculiar feeling came over him. This... why does this look so familiar?
Wasn't this exactly what Captain America looked like when he fought Thanos?!
Voldemort turned around, feeling his slightly swollen face.
"You... how dare you..."
He was nearly mad with rage. First Grindelwald had humiliated him, and now this little wizard, whose very appearance irritated him.
Facing Voldemort head-on, Zhang Xiao felt that overwhelming pressure crashing over him like a tide, almost making it impossible to breathe.
Holding up the Small Round Shield, Zhang Xiao glanced at the hammer in his hand and said hesitantly, "I... I can do this all day?"
Voldemort's expression abruptly froze. He stared at the little wizard