Watching Robert collapse to the ground, his face swollen like a pig, the surrounding Snow Tribe spectators erupted into applause and cheers.
Black Cloud's expression darkened, his brow furrowed as he closed his eyes slightly, seemingly unable to bear the disgrace of his son's performance.
His face radiated both fury and murderous intent as his gaze locked onto Basil Jaak, wishing nothing more than to kill him then and there.
Basil Jaak, completely nonchalant, strolled over to Robert, looking down at him from above. He sneered, "So? Ready to surrender now? Pig?"
"I… ugh… to… hell… with… you… bastard…!"
Robert's face was swollen on one side, with a few missing teeth causing his words to slur as he roared incomprehensibly. Staggering to his feet, he charged at Basil Jaak once more, fury driving his every step!
But this time, a large blade appeared in his hand!
"Chief Black Cloud, Snow Tribe rules state that no weapons are allowed in the Martial Gathering for Marriage Proposal!"
