Seeing the other side had sent out three people, Flourishing Flowers began to hesitate about whom to send out from their side.
The woman from the Demon Sect was a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist. Naturally, he would handle her.
Who should take on the remaining two?
"I'll go. That pretty boy with the sword is obviously a close-range fighter. My 'Thirteen Protectors Cross Training' can definitely kill him."
"Give me a chance, I'll take on that young lady."
"Quit kidding. She's a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist. You're way out of your league."
"I think we should leave it to the tank player. It's not a life-and-death battle anyway."
"..."
Watching the group of self-promoting players, Flourishing Flowers's eyebrows gradually furrowed.
He might be good at team battles, but this kind of one-on-one confrontation had become his weakness. If the opponents were focusing on attack, should they send out a pure tank player?
