C163 Defeat

Wow!

A crimson gush of blood erupted from Denis's mouth, prompting Larkin's face to contort with shock as he rose to his feet.

"Master Pryor, we concede this match. Please, I beseech you to show mercy," Larkin pleaded without offering any excuses, for he knew they would be futile.

In the game of victory and defeat, superfluous words were merely a waste of time, serving only to invite ridicule