The Mithril arm had just been struck by Ibrahim, the Seven-Colored Dragon's heavy foot, skewered into the stone-paved ground, most of it buried beneath the surface layer of soil, only a small part exposed outside, situated two yards to the left of where Ibrahim stood.
"Hurry up and pick it up and attach it, start quickly," Ibrahim, the Seven-Colored Dragon, said impatiently.
"Now that we both know each other's trump cards, let's not play with your magnetic bipolar control anymore. With my strength, as long as I'm prepared, you'll never have the chance to pull me with the Mithril arm again," Liu Shock walked over to Ibrahim and began to prattle on.
"Less nonsense, pick up your fake arm," the Seven-Colored Dragon said irritably.
