Electric sparks surrounded the head of the war hammer, which exuded a charred stench. It was flying just like the legendary Mjolnir, a powerful aura surrounding it.

Tyson's expression changed as he immediately moved and blocked in front of Harvey. He strikes at the hammer with both hands holding its hilt with all his might.

Clang!

There was a loud clang as the war hammer and sword struck each other. Tyson swayed for a moment, and blood trickled down from the edge of his lips.

His eyes became extremely sharp, as if he had an epiphany. He once again stepped forward and pounced ahead, and the sword in his hand slashed downward.

Bang!

This time, there was a large bang—Tyson's attack struck the man's armor. The man shook, and he was blown away. He slammed into the restaurant's glass—it started to crack immediately, looking like a spiderweb, terrifying everyone who watched.

At the same time, Harvey turned and looked at the man in the armor. His face was quite handsome, and the muscles