"What a thrilling battle...!"
"Alright, why do these two people break the arena every single time they fight?"
"I declare! The winner of this match is--contestant March 7th!!"
"ohhhhhhh--!!"
Amidst warm cheers, March 7th raised her hands high and left the stage with a beaming smile.
Leaving only Scott behind in the crater, pondering life all by himself.
"How about that, this lady is amazing, right?!"
In the spectator corridor, March 7th proudly took credit for the win.
"Zero technical skill." Yan Huan spread his hands.
"That's some truly amazing fist technique!!" Luka's eyes sparkled.
"Miss March 7th, I didn't expect your fist techniques to be so amazing. Could you teach me sometime?!"
"We'll see." March 7th put her hands behind her back, listening to Luka's praise.
"At least someone recognizes real talent."
Dan Heng listened quietly, and after a moment of silence, walked toward the contestant lobby without looking back.
"Hey, where are you going?" March 7th asked, looking at Dan Heng's back.
"To find something."
Dan Heng stopped in his tracks, saying in a deep voice:
"The loss of the dreamweaver has a lot to do with me. I cannot just sit by and do nothing."
"Huh? Luka's little pink elephant is lost?" March 7th blinked.
"Well, you'd better hurry and find it, or someone might roast and eat it before long."
As the next match began.
Jimi grabbed the microphone and couldn't help shouting:
"Contestant Scott, your match isn't next, please leave the area in order!"
"Tch, like I need you to tell me!"
Scott painfully crawled out of the crater, covered in wounds from head to toe.
Due to the loss of the red gourd, his injuries currently couldn't be healed at all, forcing him to return to his lounge to look for a