I'd rather concede! I can't bear to lose that precious missile!
Otherwise... concede?
Looking at Ruoshan, Long Yi suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, like a man holding a machete in the face of a heavy tank. No matter how strong you are, could you damage a tank?
Wait, why am I so fixated on weapons?
Long Yi slapped his forehead, plunged Frost Mourne into the ground, and the smile returned to his face. Since there's no way, I will just create one!
With that, he rushed toward that iron anchor which was even larger than him!
Ruoshan paused, then burst into laughter. This human is really funny, abandoning his weapon and hurling himself over. You were no match for me even with your weapon, do you think you will have an advantage without it?
