Ye Buyu looked at the burly man. "You, do you still want to fight?"
The burly man closed his eyes, then violently yanked the knife out of his backside.
"Yes!"
Then the scavengers witnessed a jaw-dropping battle.
Ye Buyu stood where she was, while the burly man, his face contorted, was covered in wounds. Either he had inflicted them himself, or he had inflicted them himself.
On the star wreckage, dread crept over the burly man. Behind his mask, his face twisted until his veins bulged, and he roared:
"What did you do to me?!"
Ye Buyu's eyes were clear. "Bro, I haven't even moved!"
The burly man: ...
He was starting to crack.
"If you've got the guts, finish me off!"
Ye Buyu suggested, "How about you surrender?"
An ordinary level twelve calamity didn't seem quite enough to practice on.
The burly man refused to accept defeat. He lunged again, then hit the ground.
Looking at the burly man lying there exhausted, Ye Buyu crouched and poked him.
"Why bother? Isn't running away when you can't win the obvious thing to do? There's no shame in it."
The burly man couldn't put his suffering into words and panted heavily.
Is it that I can't beat her? I can't hit her! Why can't I hit her!
Meanwhile, on another piece of star wreckage, Wan Lan's opponent was desperately resisting.
"Why can't I weaken her power? I can't even alter the trajectory of her attacks. Is the gap really that big?"
She glanced at the arrows densely packed overhead, and her knees buckled as she dropped to the ground.
"I was wrong. Please spare me."
The calamity wept inwardly. It's not that I'm weak. I just can't counter her attacks!
If she didn't surrender now, those arrows would turn her into