Chương 342: Rite of Baptism, Black Pool

"This match, I have won. Do you accept?"

The mixed bathing area was silent once Leon uttered these words. Everyone had their gazes fixed on Goldenrod, awaiting his answer with curiosity.

A warrior should be true to his words and accept losses with honor, but they also understood how difficult it was for Goldenrod to accept such an outcome. 

All warriors were naturally proud, with eyes aspiring for greatness. It was hard to imagine any of them lowering and subordinating themself to an outsider.

Nevertheless, this was something Goldenrod had brought onto himself. He only has himself to blame. The middle-aged warrior had already warned him and tried to mediate the matter.

"I lost fair and square. Why wouldn't I accept this loss?! I am a man of my words! From now on, I am your subordinate! It's not a shame to lose to a great Warrior!" Goldenrod spoke strongly. He would not dishonor himself by being a sore loser.