"You are weak, so be humble,"
And with those parting words, Michael turned his back to the collapsed, shell-shocked Krutos who still hadn't recollected himself, and started walking out of the arena.
The stadium was dead silent, anyone could hear a pin drop until someone decided the silence was enough.
"Hurry and give up, man. I've got other peoples' *sses to hand to them," Michae belligerently proclaimed reusing to look back.
After a second or two, Krutos held his head low and mumbled under his breath, "I concede."
And that was the straw that broke the camel's back. The crowd roared with joy at a fight between two skilled swordsmen.
"Match over! Winner, Michael Maran!"
"Would you look at that people! That's what I call an upset! The Heir has managed to take out another card he had hidden up his sleeve, taking his enemy by surprise! Who would have guessed that he had inherited the Heavenly demon swordsmanship of eternal Knight, Kapali!!"
