“Submit me.”
The silence was deathly. No one dared to protest. They just watched the scene in fascination. I decided to play dirtier. Since I was behind him, I got up and wrapped my arms around his neck, joining my hands to make more pressure. Árpád flexed his legs in the same direction that I was bending him as he turned to the left and hit my abdomen with his right fist. He immediately dropped back onto his right side and flipped me over his left shoulder.
There was a chuckle from Khalan. The asshole was the one who I won more easily in our training sessions, and he seemed to be enjoying the fact that I was the one having a hard time this time. It was also true that, even before Arthit's death, I had had Khalan pierced and enjoyed trying so hard to hurt him when I fought him. That hurt
