The Butcher's eight arms had been entirely sacrificed, leaving him a "pole-man" with empty sleeves, a sight that looked at Gary Smith and reluctantly asked,
"Are we really not going to fight anymore?"
He had sacrificed all of his arms, even burning his vitality. Having released his ultimate move, even if wasn't going to be a fight to the death, they should exchange a few blows for the sake of it, shouldn't they?
However, Gary Smith simply upturned the table and refused to play anymore!
Why didn't you say this earlier!
"We're all adults here, this endless fighting is no good, you've already gone all out, I also feel quite dangerous, what if I accidentally get hurt? Even harming the nearby plants and grass would be bad!"
Gary Smith spread his hands, looking at the stunned Butcher, and said laughingly:
"Just leave in peace, I've not laid down any traps. After all, we're enemies, so I won't be sending you off. Perhaps you want a parting gift..."
