Just when things were hanging by a thread, Yun Mu felt the force on his hand lighten considerably. Upon close inspection, he realized that the General Leader had already stopped rotating his wrist.
"What an opportunity, if the opponent has given up resistance, then I barely need to exert myself to snatch away his Golden Sabre."
But why would the General Leader do such a thing? It had already been made clear before the battle that if anything were to happen, it would be Yun Mu's responsibility. After all, the risks had been thoroughly explained.
Whether by coincidence or not, Yun Mu's gaze met with that of the General Leader, and in the latter's eyes, there was an indecipherable depth of meaning.
Yun Mu's heart quivered, and his wrist likewise lost its strength.
So be it, if I am outmatched, then it's better to relinquish the position of General Leader.
At that moment, Yun Mu heard two crisp snapping sounds, and the Golden Sabre fell to the ground as if in response.