'I'm actually getting robbed?'
Wang Yi found it amusing. He smiled faintly and said, "I don't have any money, just my life. But you can have my Cyan Blade Sword!"
As he spoke, Wang Yi unslung the Cyan Blade Sword from his back and tossed it to the ground.
With a loud THUD, the sword slammed into the ground, leaving a deep indentation.
The bandit leader staggered back in shock. "What in the world is that?" he exclaimed.
He stepped forward to pick up the Cyan Blade Sword, but he strained until his face turned beet red without being able to lift it.
A few of the other bandits came over to help, but they couldn't budge the Cyan Blade Sword an inch either.
Wang Yi beckoned with his hand. With a sharp CLANG, the Cyan Blade Sword let out a clear ringing sound and flew back onto his back, startling the bandits so much they all jumped away.
"Still want to rob me?"
Wang Yi asked.
