"What a damn jinx!"
"He clearly wasn't up to it, yet he just had to jump out—asking for a beating!"
"Never thought this is what Yijing-ryu really was like, my horizons are truly broadened!"
"From today on, I'm afraid there won't be any Yijing-ryu anymore!"
"I don't think they'll dare stay in Rejing after this."
"Let's go!"
"No point watching, they already lost!"
"Go go go!"
...
With Miura Shinichiro's defeat, almost everyone turned around and left.
They were disappointed, felt there was no need to keep watching.
Compared to the bustling crowds at Yijing-ryu's gate the last two days, it was now especially desolate.
Only a mess was left on the ground.
Once people leave, the tea turns cold!
Miura Shinichiro's painful screams only deepened that sense of desolation.
Some of the Yijing-ryu disciples even started packing up and leaving.
Some of the more loyal disciples tried to persuade Miura Shinichiro, wanting to take him to the hospital.
