Looking at Xiao Jianyi, who was lying on the ground groaning like a dead pig, many of the students felt heartbroken and crushed.
Xiao Jianyi, who had practiced karate for over a decade, was unable to beat a high school student. What was the point of learning karate? It seemed that even if it was plastered on his face for a lifetime, he would still be hopeless.
"I want a refund, this damn karate, I'm through with it."
"Rip-off! Refund, I want a refund!"
"Give me my refund quickly, I'm heading to Shaolin Temple!"
"..."
The students seemed to realize that karate was just a bunch of fancy moves. Angrily, they began clamoring for refunds.
Xiao Jianyi, already in unbearable pain, turned even blacker in the face when he heard these words—almost to the point of spitting blood.
He regretted everything! Deeply regretted!
