In response to the question, he let out an angry roar!
It wasn't that he did not want to speak. Rather, his lungs had almost completely collapsed now. He could not summon up the strength to move his vocal chords in complicated ways. All he could do was bellow. Convenient, and direct.
As a fighter, even if he had to die, he would die on the battlefield. In this world, not everybody had the chance to realize their dreams.
Perhaps one day, there would be no more orphans in this world.
Perhaps…
His opponent came again.
A nameless small fry, fighting to the death on this dirty floor, with a crazed look in his eyes, completely enthralled by the lure of money and excitement.