Although the Berserker wasn't convinced, since he had been kicked out of the ring, the Berserker didn't say anything. If he lost, he lost. They wouldn't find an excuse. However, the Berserker didn't look at Flower with a simple gaze, and the nine Berserkers were no different. The Berserker's gaze was very firm. One could imagine how lonely Flowerstress's future life in the canyon wouldn't be.
The flower bouquet picked up a set of clothes from the side of the arena, and then lazily draped it over its shoulders. What was revealed on its face was a smile that was formed from satisfied exercise. It casually walked down the arena, and soon after, a cute person was waiting there. She hurriedly walked over, carefully wiping the traces of water off the flowerwork's face.
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