Andre's breathing was deep and ragged. His breath was coming in gasps. His shirt was drenched in blood, torn, and tattered.
Looking at Kunya, who he had hacked, dying on the ground, his heart filled with the pleasure of vengeance. The old grudge that had lingered in him finally dissipated. He had never felt so relaxed. Even the many injuries on him could not halt this pleasure. He wanted to yell but did not have the strength. His shield was thrown aside, and he sat on the floor, gasping for air.
Kunya was stronger than him. He could only tie with Kunya with all of his efforts. Had Kunya not made that fatal mistake all of a sudden, he would not have won. Kunya's final blow injured him, even after he exploited that mistake of Kunya.
The three wounds on his chest were so deep that his bones were showing. The blood flowing out from his injuries dyed his clothes red. However, he did not seem to care at all. The loss of blood and exhaustion made him a little dizzy.
