'Oh no! A big enemy indeed!' Cyril thought to himself in defeat as he gave a helpless smile to the audience who were trying to peek at him to find out the results.
No one heard what Fraer had whispered in his ears.
Cyril looked at Fraer's opponent and asked him in a monotone voice, "Can you continue with the competition?"
The opponent raised his head and looked at him with his red eyes. He was struggling internally.
The prize points of the first place was five hundred points. This one last round and those five hundred points would be in his hands. He couldn't bring himself to shake his head.
It is not like he had really lost. He just broke his hand. If he continued to play, he could still bag those five hundred points, right?
With that thought, he steeled himself and nodded.
"..." Cyril was shocked. He did not expect this outcome at all. Since his hand was broken, shouldn't he forfeit the game and get his hand treated first?
