When Anton was about to be pushed towards the iron net, Oleg suddenly gnashed his teeth. He roared and abruptly lifted Anton’s body before throwing it down towards the center of the arena.
As Anton's body bounced several times on the stretchy ring, only then did he climbed up.
Oleg walked towards Anton, pulling his collar and said with a soft growl, "Are you courting death?"
Anton lowered his head, "Aren’t you gonna kill me and become the winner? You could have achieved it a second ago."
"Do you really intend not to strike back?" Oleg questioned intensely.
"Mr. Oleg, I’ve already said that I’ll never strike back."
"Mr. Oleg, I’ve already told you I’ll never strike back."
"Do you think you're so great being like this?" Oleg pulled a long face, "You know, I may not thank you or feel guilty! Heck, I’ll probably forget everything! Your death here will only be in vain, no one will remember you! Is that what you want?"
Anton remained silent.
