The ground ran with spiderweb like cracks for several dozen meters from the extreme strength exerted by the knight. Nevertheless, the hammer stayed in its place without budging even a little.
Veins bulged and his face turned crimson; in the end, Marcus was unable to lift the hammer. No, lifting would be an overstatement; he was unable to even move it a little.
Seeing him fail, everyone was surprised. They did not look down on the holy knight but instead stared at the hammer with surprise.
No wonder the commander told them to try to lift it every day. It was because it was extremely heavy, so much so that even Holy Knight Marcus was unable to lift it.
As they thought, it was yet another trial from him.
"What do you think?" Bob questioned the holy knight, who looked slightly frustrated.
"There has to be some kind of technique to it. I used all of my strength there without holding back".
"Hmm, let's see, I have an idea" Bob scratched his chin before stepping forward next.
