Gaddol coughed up three mouthfuls of blood. The attack had almost torn him apart, and his internal injuries were extremely severe. But he could still heal them with some time.
This time, his defeat was absolute. There was nothing he could say against it. Looking at Darian, he took a deep breath and declared, "I lost."
Darian nodded, "Not bad. You actually admitted defeat instead of trying to make excuses or curse me out. You can still be considered a man."
The others didn't feel anything special hearing that. But Gaddol felt a chill. Just now, he really *had* been thinking about cursing Darian or coming up with an excuse, provoking the Tribe's anger so he could use it as a reason to kill Darian.
However, when he saw Darian's calm face, he felt a little scared, so he simply admitted defeat obediently.
