In the end, the disciples of Peng Liang Martial Arts School did not personally thank Jason.
Not because they changed their minds.
But because they couldn't squeeze through the crowd.
Li Zhao both died on the stage, their discovered disciples gathered around, faces uncertain, while the ordinary disciples were all squeezed into the back alley of Martial Arts Street.
"Master Mu, I want to join Mu-style Martial Arts School!"
"Me too!"
"Count me in!"
...
Voices reverberated one after another, leaving the disciple of Peng Liang Martial Arts School stunned.
He seemed to see the scene of his own martial arts school at its peak.
Yet, instinctively, he recalled an earlier moment.
'Go on, represent Peng Liang Martial Arts School.'
'But Master Brother, I...'
'It's the decision of everyone.'
'But I...'
'Are you afraid to die?'
'Are you ignoring the grace of the master?'
The words echoed in his ears.
The disciple's expression became bitter.
Indeed.
He was forced.
