"Well done!"
"Basil Jaak, you're my idol!"
"Basil Jaak is incredible! You're a savior to the Snow Tribe!"
"Basil Jaak, you promised—if you defeated Robert, I'd marry you. So, marry me!"
For a brief moment, the Ice Land Plaza fell silent, but then a thunderous cheer erupted among the Snow Tribe crowd.
Face burning with humiliation, Robert felt utterly disgraced. His left cheek, struck by Basil Jaak earlier, appeared even more swollen now after his head was stomped on, coated in dust, leaving him in a miserable state.
"Do you admit defeat?"
With his foot still pressed against Robert's head, Basil Jaak looked down at him and asked once more.
"I... I won't admit defeat!"
Robert howled in pain but stubbornly refused to let go of his pride.
Using his opponent's tactics against him, Basil Jaak applied even greater pressure with his foot and declared, "If you won't yield, I'll crush your head into paste!"
