Yun Yang walked out of the street slowly but he could still faintly hear the men’s voices. His expression twisted slightly as he halted his steps.
Behind him, eleven people were moaning in pain and bandaging grievous wounds for each other; all of them looked defeated as much as they looked drained.
Tonight’s battle was a nightmare.
"Boss…" One of them looked at the leader with an ashen face. "I…"
"What do you want?"
"I wish to… retire from the martial arts world." The man’s face was bitter. "When we go back this time, I will be checking on how big a pension that the Grand Tutor can award me. This young brother… can't do this anymore."
Everyone else obviously agreed with his speech, as they nodded wordlessly.
Everyone was thinking the same thing.