“Wooaah!!”
“He did it!! Shiming did it, he beat the last opponent!!”
“That’s the fourth Faction they beat on our Sword Pavilion, to think they were this powerful!”
The Sword Pavilion mountain had its own private training grounds and this was where the Ming Academy disciples chose to hold the Faction against Faction battles.
A disciple who was nearby suddenly snorted and said derisively, “Are all of you a bunch of fucking idiots? Why are you all cheering that we lost? Aren't you ashamed that they manage to beat four of our Factions? All of you don’t deserve to be disciples of the Sword Pavilion.”
Hearing those words, the few disciples who were cheering at the Ming Clan’s victory looked around them to see various of their fellow disciples staring at them with anger and contempt. It was completely humiliating that they lost all their matches until now, but these bastards were even cheering on the enemy who came into their home and was ransacking the place!