The golden Warhammer shot forward like a missile, its legs aiming straight for Logic's back.
Tian Xingjian's right hand was almost too painful to lift, spasming as he barely managed to turn Logic's body to the side; still, he could not avoid the rapid consecutive kicks of the golden Warhammer, which cracked like thunder. With a series of "bang bang bang" sounds, Logic's body shuddered, and the auxiliary transmission rod on its left arm was broken off.
Golden Warhammer succeeded with its strike, landing and twisting its legs, causing its body to spin like a windmill. Its battle axe carved an arc through the air, suddenly slashing towards Logic's waist. Fatty gritted his teeth and switched the left control lever to the lowest engine gear, pulling and lifting it. Amidst the engine's fierce trembling, his right hand turned fingers into palm and struck the keyboard. Logic surged forward, crashing headfirst into the golden Warhammer's chest.
