596 Art of Giving

Painful cries rang out of Usman's mouth as the brutal whipping sent him rolling through the air, shooting him towards the force field. 

After completing its task, the whip vanished in thin air.

"Thank you for letting me win."

Zed bowed by placing his right fist on his left hand.

The awe-struck audience cheered, whistled, and exclaimed. The debutantes cheered the loudest, gazing at him with admiration and desire.

What type of person did they want as their man?

The Zed type!

Strong, smart, handsome, but also humble and kind.

Even in impressive victory, gracious towards the opponent, with no sign of arrogance.

The suitors in the audience acknowledged him for his humble and kind response. If the roles were reversed, they would have taken silly digs and laughed.