"Huff~ Huff~, truly powerful indeed, I didn't expect that even getting close wouldn't be enough."
In the midst of the confrontation, he found the other party was simply flawless, easily countering his every move with different methods.
It seemed like he was always just a bit short, but he realized the other had enough means to handle him calmly.
As expected, I'm not a match...
Flying Squirrel, at this moment, also looked at Grimmjow and said calmly:
"You are a formidable opponent as well, so, I wonder if you could abide by our previous agreement."
Even with his Undead Race trait, Flying Squirrel's heart still had ripples.
This represented the player's information, possibly even information about his companions!
"I'm not defeated yet."
For someone like Grimmjow, admitting he's not a match might be possible, but conceding defeat is absolutely impossible.
Unless the opponent is the boss!
"It's not over yet!"
