Hey, hey! This wasn't how the script was supposed to go! Lao San was dumbfounded.
Unwilling to give up, he gestured for his opponent to pause, then pointed at his armor on the ground, indicating that, in the spirit of a fair, impartial, and transparent contest, they should both strip.
But this seemed to infuriate his opponent even more. The enormous figure hefted his heavy hammer and thundered toward him, picking up speed.
"Uh... Lao Da, he isn't falling for it. What do I do?" Lao San hurriedly called the outside assistance hotline.
Lao Da: "..."
What kind of confidence made you think he'd fall for that...?
The people of the Twin Stars might be Extraterrestrials, but they aren't idiots from outer space! Fight properly and take him head-on, you bastard!
"Ahem! His body is a little bulky, so he must lack agility. You've got the speed advantage, and... uh! Anyway, you've still got advantages over him! Don't chicken out. Remember, we're covering you from the rear!" Out of humanitarian concern, Lao Da offered Lao San some thoughtful reassurance.
Lao San: "..."
Was that supposed to be reassuring? A speed advantage? What was that good for besides running away?
Still, Lao San had been a boxer, after all. Charging in bare-handed... would naturally scare him too!
He snatched up the laser gun he'd just tossed at his feet and fired at the big guy without another word!
"Zzt!" A red laser shot from the muzzle, but just as it approached the powered armor, an invisible force field deflected it into the sky...
The Force Field Shield!
The captain watched Lao San with a sneer. Did he really think a small weapon like that could penetrate his defenses?
He gave Lao San no more time to attack. Closing in rapidly, he