To Li Wen's powerful Primordial Spirit perception, the trajectory of the seemingly mighty hammer was as slow as a crawling snail.
The hammer technique was crude and full of openings, not even on par with some of the top Marquis experts from Blue Star.
Li Wen didn't even draw his blade, merely sidestepping slightly.
By a hair's breadth, he let the immense force of the giant hammer graze past him.
It smashed into the ground, sending shards of Obsidian flying.
Doge's attack missed. He roared, sweeping his giant hammer horizontally in an army-clearing strike, once again aiming for Li Wen.
Li Wen's footwork shifted like a phantom's. He dodged the next two attacks with casual ease, as if strolling through his own backyard.
'Why is his technique so poor?' The doubt in Li Wen's mind grew.
His opponent was clearly at the peak of the Venerable Realm in terms of physical body.
But in Li Wen's eyes, this hammer technique was at the level of a master of the Dao Realm, at best.
