So, Motan's expression turned more and more apologetic as he looked at Barty.
Fortunately, the latter was still immersed in the struggle of 'my mentor might have sold me out', otherwise if he noticed Motan's gentle and apologetic gaze at this moment, he might actually break down and cry.
"Oh, you're awake, Barty."
Hopkins, now seemingly considerate, first consoled his apprentice, smiling kindly: "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else?"
Barty stared——
"Ahem, today really has been hard on you, you commanded very well, you truly are my pride."
Barty continued to stare——
"I happen to understand the Diesel Iron Riders' combat style relatively well. How should I say it, losing today's match isn't your fault. Ultimately, it's our own lack of effort. If everyone could be like those little monsters, you definitely would have won."
"Iron Riders and Snow Bathing Sword? Can you be more shameless?"
Marla chuckled awkwardly an interjection.
Whereas Barty continued to stare——
