"I surrender!"
Above the arena, a somewhat frail-looking girl walked up and surrendered without hesitation. As soon as she spoke, the audience erupted in jeers, but the girl herself was unfazed.
Against an opponent who clearly had no chance of winning, surrendering was the wise choice. To stubbornly proceed and end up beaten and in the hospital would be foolish.
The dissatisfied spectators had nothing to do with her; she gained nothing from them. Why should she satisfy them at the cost of being carried out?
"Well, a familiar scene has unfolded again. Faced with the overpowering strength of Jelos, his opponent has once again made the smart decision. Unfortunately, we won't get to see the Starbuster Jelos in action,"
In the middle of the arena, purely going through the motions, Muria watched as the girl opposite him sensibly gave up, then turned emotionlessly and left. His matches these days were all like this.