From the beginning to the end, the old turtle remained extremely calm, as if the crisis were not about him at all.
Such a demeanor made one feel he had something to rely on; otherwise, he wouldn't be so composed, seemingly dismissing all dangers.
And then, at that moment.
The old turtle changed; his initially slow movements suddenly froze, as if he were petrified.
This feeling gave off a sense of being at the end of one's rope, a powerlessness of having given up resistance.
"No way, has he given up just like that?"
"He shouldn't have, but it feels reasonable within this context; he looks so desperate that he lacks even the courage to resist."
"Nonsense! Didn't you see how fierce he was just now? One move per opponent, simply invincible. And that terrifying defensive force, any of those are the foundation of his confidence. There's no way he's scared; I think he is just lying in wait for the best opportunity to counterattack."
