Out Of Control

"There are some," Wu Gang looked at the seven or eight weapons in the bag, "but it seems to be no weapon which is for medical profession."

"Don't be so matched, just choose the most virile one for me." Rubbing his hands, Xu Jiaming thought he was finally able to save himself from the strange image.

"Come on, five sticks, two daggers, a dagger, and a super exaggerated double-edged axe. Which do you choose?" Wu Gang put several pieces of equipment on the ground one by one and let him choose.

"Forget the stick, I am not primitive." Xu Jiaming then fixed his eyes on the double-edged axe. Obviously, he liked this domineering weapon most, and he grabbed the handle with both hands to lift it. But the axe did not move.

"So heavy?" This seems incredible, at least he practiced muscles. Just preparing for the second attempt, Wu Gang took back the axe.