No one paid attention to her question. In a life-and-death struggle, it all comes down to skill. If a war of words could determine the victor, then what would be the point of creating weapons? She fought at the cost of mutual injury to kill the long-coated man, and now he is dead; she has become the next easy target.
Seeing the subtle expressions of the players who followed, the sweet girl sneered, "Thinking of targeting me? Don't forget what's next to you."
What else could it be? Of course, it's the display room. The crowd was momentarily distracted as she continued, "You have the advantage of numbers, winning won't be easy for me. But this castle is full of puppets. Killing me is fine, but I'll drag a few of you down with me, and we can all perish together!"
As she spoke, she hung several explosive props on herself, giving the crowd ahead a daring look that said, "Come if you dare."
