[Battle worn]

Zhi Ruo stepped into the arena after she stood up and brushed the hand that was holding unto her shoulder. She ignored the sour look that crossed the practitioner's face as she did so, the empathy that was once on the man's face was wiped away the moment Zhi Ruo finished her actions.

With tattered clothes, Zhi Ruo doesn't recall receiving this many injuries on her body to have this 'many' rips and ‘torns’. She shrugged it off. She probably didn't notice because she was accustomed at the fact that shallow injuries would never really hurt her because of her passive skills.

Ravel, from the stands looked at his master,a frown marred his face upon seeing the state that she was in. He looked at Zhi Ruo's torn clothes with an indignant expression. Would they really let his master look like that as she receives the rewards, along with the fame that she won? Ravel thinks that it is ridiculous, because he saw the management would do actually just that.

The butler harrumphed seeing the disorient