No will to fight at all...
Otto had to admit that this was somewhat beyond the scope of the script.
"Let him break free."
Durandal replied, "He didn't struggle at all. Instead, he looked at me like there was nothing I could do to him. What am I supposed to do with him?"
"I don't think there's anything I can do."
This man was simply a scoundrel. Durandal thought it over and found that she truly seemed to have no way to deal with him.
"What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Bai clutched his chest. Pain struck every corner of his body like a sudden downpour. He bared his teeth in agony, his face twisted with pain, yet he was smiling—and smiling arrogantly.
"You're the strongest Valkyrie. You strike like an iron-blooded weapon, yet you hesitated. There's nothing you can do to me."
Zhao Bai slowly climbed to his feet and continued provoking her.
"Hit me, then."
No sooner had he said it than she did it. Durandal had always kept her word. She hated people who got in her face, and the instant Zhao Bai spoke those words, her fist was already at his chest. He raised an arm to block, then shot backward at high speed.
She had never heard such an absurd request before.
"Durandal..."
"Bishop, you heard him. He told me to hit him. I've never heard such an absurd request."
What a fool.
Otto shook his head helplessly and let Durandal continue playing like this.
"Stop fighting..."
Yue Xia's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, utterly weak. The battle below continued, and even the aftershocks alone were enough to tear her apart. The motorcycle swayed amid the blast waves like a lone boat.
"Yue Xia..."
She heard a voice—a calm male voice from