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Mina was speaking without even gasping for breath, which couldn't help but impress Wang Ye deeply.

The Berserker truly lived up to the name "Berserker".

If it had been him, he would have been tired out from swinging those hammers, especially two of them, by now.

But Mina didn't seem to show any sign of effort; on the contrary, she looked at him with such ease that she might give him a thrashing anytime.

What Wang Ye didn't know was that Berserkers suffered from side effects every time they went Berserk.

The longer and harder they used their Tyrant power, the more intense the pain in the related body parts would become.

It was unbearable.

"You think you can keep up with me in a fight? I doubt it!"

Wang Ye chuckled, and the next second, he made a break for the sea surface: "I'm not that foolish. If I can't beat you, then I simply won't fight."

"I'll just run away. Why bother with this so-called international medical competition? What's more important than life itself?"