"Master, can this thing be counted as a weapon?" The junior cultivator looked at Jiang Li in confusion, not understanding what he could do with the thing in his hand.
"Absolutely. They say that the peak of military skill is not laying siege to a fortress, but attacking the enemy's mind, which is exactly my plan. Go on, you'll understand my meaning."
As the fight started, neither the junior cultivator nor his opponent were armed.
"Where's your weapon?" The opponent was puzzled. His weapon was a magnet. Without a weapon on his opponent, his magnet would be useless.
With no other choice, the junior cultivator steeled himself and said: "Just wait and see during the fight."
And so, the two began to fight bare-handed.
Midway through, when the junior cultivator found it hard to determine who was winning, he followed Jiang Li's instructions, took out a small iron box, and pressed a black button.
Out of the box came an emotionless voice: "I surrender, I surrender, I surrender..."