The difference in strength between him and Lin Yi was so great that he couldn't even see the end of it. It was impossible for him to break free from Lin Yi's grasp now.
The only way was to cut off his left hand, as he'd said before. Unfortunately, Zhaoming wasn't only afraid of death, he was afraid of pain as well. He wouldn't be able to do something like that even if he had the guts.
He couldn't break free no matter what, and he didn't dare cut off an arm. Trying to be petty didn't work either. He watched as the pill fire bomb in his hand grew more and more violent, and his heart was in his throat.
Zhaoming couldn't care less about his face anymore as he yelled,"I lost! I surrender! I'll give up on my own accord, alright!"
He wasn't just shouting at Lin Yi-from Lin Yi's attitude, he knew that even if he admitted defeat, Lin Yi might not give him the chance to do so. He was shouting for everyone to hear, especially the head of the welcome Pavilion, Hu Yunfeng.