章 1143: I forfeit.

As we four shared a laugh, I didn't even notice that almost everyone else was looking at us because Bartow was still raring to go. Even with his win—a decision after three five-minute rounds—he wanted to do it with a knockout which he absolutely failed at because even if Kuzma's one of the attack types, he was also under Artem who was the most annoying defensive type I've fought.

"COME ON OVER HERE SO I COULD OFFICIALLY WIPE THE FLOOR WITH YOU!"

"You want to lose with your whole group watching?"

"THAT'S JUST TALK, WAL THE FUCKING WALK—"

But Kuzma's voice entered everyone's ears just loud enough to cut into our conversation:

"You'd lose to him, especially that you're tired."

And as soon as he said that, everyone else was just waiting for Bartow to blow up and obviously enough, he did.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU ON ABOUT?! LOSERS DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY SHIT—"

"If we had two more rounds, I would've dropped you—"

"SAY WHAT?!"