Young monk Kongjian felt his arms go numb and ache, and he could barely keep hold of the bronze hammer in his palm. He was greatly startled. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. At once, he channeled his qi to his dantian, sending a stream of inner force through the meridians in his hand and forcibly steadying the bronze hammer. Then he gritted his teeth, a glint of ruthlessness surfacing in his eyes. With both arms straining, he violently shook outward!
Yet just then, as though Zhang Xiaohua knew he was about to exert force, he lightly drew back the Prajna Heavy Sword in his right hand. With a "whoosh," Kongjian's bronze hammer struck empty air. Having hit nothing, it immediately flew from his grasp... "Ah?" Kongjian was startled to see Zhang Xiaohua block his bronze hammer. Zhang Xiaohua's single-armed sword strike had just numbed his arm, which had already shocked him greatly. Now, all that remained in his heart was terror! To block his bronze hammer, that sword billet had to weigh at least several thousand jin, roughly as much as one of his bronze hammers. Even young monk Kongjian himself could not wield a bronze hammer with such effortless ease! Seeing Zhang Xiaohua casually draw the heavy sword away from the bronze hammer as if it were a mere straw, how could he not be shocked?
But looking at the bronze hammer that had flown from his hand, as well as the horrified disciples around him, Kongjian gritted his teeth again and reached into his robes, about to pull something out. At that moment, a clear voice rang out. "Kongjian, what are you doing?"
The voice was not loud, and its owner seemed still far away, yet it came through with exceptional clarity,