Rhett was now in a dire situation, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. Whether he chopped or not, he was bound to get beaten. So, Rhett furrowed his brow and decided to go for it. He swung the stone axe in his hand and struck the rattan armor on the tree with three heavy blows.
After the three strikes, Rhett, panting heavily, threw the stone axe to the ground.
Dilan rolled his eyes, "You're as weak as a girl."
Rhett felt miserable. He was originally a brain worker, not someone who did physical labor.
So what if I'm not strong? Rhett was confident that his three strikes, no matter how weak, should have been enough to chop the rattan armor on the tree to pieces. It was just dead vines, how hard could it be to break them?
"This is impossible!"
Rhett stared at the rattan armo
