By all rights, even though the team from Wolf Island had lost, they had at least taken down about ten Beastmen. Their participants had fought with extreme ferocity, so it could definitely be called an honorable defeat.
But there was no smile on Monvert's face. He gave Levi a deep look, his expression complicated and his tone resigned. "Levi, there's no need for this. I'm afraid Miss Liya didn't tell you that I despise this sort of pretense. A loss is a loss. That's a fact no one can refute!"
As a veteran Martial Arts Master, Monvert had a comprehensive understanding of combat and naturally knew a great deal about wrestling. Of course he could tell that these Beastman Warriors from High Cliff Castle were perfectly fine.
"Damn it! Look at your over-the-top acting! You blew your cover on the very first try!" Levi roared in frustration at the Barbarians on the ground.
