"Ah!" Miyamoto took Jiang Guangrong's sword straight to the neck and couldn't help screaming. He even felt like he was falling headfirst, his whole brain going blank, his eyes seemingly going temporarily blind. Miyamoto staggered back a few steps. Because he didn't know Jiang Guangrong's condition, Miyamoto was very worried there were still traces of Jiang Guangrong fighting and attacking him.

Miyamoto Shigeru gripped his sword in his right hand and waved it in front of him. He wanted to drive back the Jiang Guangrong who was pretending to be from China and Da Xian.

Miyamoto didn't even retreat a few steps before he was barely holding on, right knee on the ground, his whole body leaning on his left thigh, his right hand still desperately flailing in front of him.

At this moment Jiang Guangrong had no combat strength left at all. He felt like a balloon that had been let out of air. All his remaining strength—right now, Jiang Guangrong was like a sheet of paper floating in the air. He saw Miyamoto Seiichi kneeling on one knee, waving his sword wildly with his right hand. Although Jiang Guangrong wanted to use his last bit of strength to defeat Miyamoto Seiichi, unfortunately, even if he caught up to him, he didn't have enough power. Miyamoto Seiichi still had a certain amount of fighting ability. Miyamoto was very short, I was temporarily blind, but I had already lost the ability to fight. This time, I lost.

Jiang Guangrong struggled to look up at the sky. The blood on his head had already flowed down to his neck. His eyes saw nothing but a field of bright red. With a smile hanging at the corner of his mouth, Jiang Guangrong said, "I'm sorry, I… I really tried my best…" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Jiang Guangrong couldn't hold on any longer and fell straight back into the empty air behind him.

A white figure appeared behind Jiang Guangrong. No one knew when Miyamoto Keiko had appeared there. Miyamoto Keiko's right arm wrapped around Jiang Guangrong's waist.

Miyamoto Keiko said faintly in Xia Language, "We lost this match!"

Then the others all rushed over to him. Qin Zheng took off his clothes and tightly wrapped Jiang Guangrong's wound. Then he, Wei Xinyang and Ann Zixuan carried Jiang Guangrong to the infirmary.

Miyamoto threw his sword on the ground and shouted loudly, "I didn't lose! He's the one who lost. I can still stand up!"

As soon as Miyamoto finished speaking, he struggled to stand, but he still couldn't see anything with his eyes. Under the heavy injury inflicted by Jiang Guangrong, Miyamoto was temporarily blind.

Miyamoto said coldly, "You've trained for more than twenty years, and your opponent obviously hasn't learned anything at all. With a result like this, I'll let you decide which is better and which is worse!"

"This was my carelessness!" Miyamoto Shigeru was hammering the ground hard.

Miyamoto Shigeru sighed. "General? Now, if this were a life-and-death duel, you go tell Death God you were too careless. Let Death God send you back to the human world!"

Miyamoto clenched his fists and said nothing.

"If you don't want any aftereffects, come with me to the infirmary." The instructor on the side saw that Miyamoto Keiko had no intention of going with Miyamoto Seiichi to get treated, and couldn't help feeling a bit of sympathy for Miyamoto Seiichi.

Miyamoto sighed, unable to hold out any longer. He also fainted to the ground.

The teacher immediately ran over. "What are the rest of you looking at? Come help."

The others finally reacted and carried Miyamoto Shigeru to the infirmary.

Miyamoto Keiko ignored Miyamoto as if she weren't his sister. She just glanced at Qin Zheng and the others' backs and muttered a few words in Dongyang language: "Jun, such a respectable opponent…"

…

"Hello, classmate. My name is Sunx Yan. Sun, as in the sun of Sunx Yan. Yan, as in the Yan of Sunx Yan!"

"Jiang Guangrong, actually I've liked you for a long time. I don't know when it started. Anyway, I've liked you for a long time. Anyway, from now on I'll be relying on you. You're my boyfriend!"

"Old Jiang, will you marry me? Will you be moved in the future? I'm telling you, if you like some other girl later on, I'll marry a man with the surname Jiang in the future and have a son named Jiang Guangrong. I'll call him my Glorious Son every day. Hmph, you think I'm scared!"

"Listen, Jiang Guangrong! I'm giving you one last chance! I'm having a wedding with someone else in a week. I'll give you one week. If you come to my house this week and want to take me away, no matter what the situation is, no matter who tries to stop me, even if the world is destroyed, I'll go with you!"

"Jiang Guangrong, I hate you! I'll hate you forever!"

"Jiang Guangrong, listen up, from today on, you're the only one I hate. I was blind to have fallen in love with you!"

"Yanyan, I'm sorry."

"Glory! Brother Guangrong, you're finally awake?" Jiang Guangrong seemed to hear Ann Zixuan's voice.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through Jiang Guangrong's head. He couldn't help but cry out, "Ah…"

Jiang Guangrong forced his eyes open and found himself lying on a white bed. The three of them were all standing beside him, looking at him.

Enduring the acute pain in his head, Jiang Guangrong looked around and asked curiously, "Where… am I?"

Hearing this, Qin Zheng almost got angry. Without even looking at him, he cursed, "You idiot, you're asking us where you are? Hello, sir. This is the Third Underworld Hospital. Welcome to your stay!"

After a while, Jiang Guangrong finally remembered what had happened before. Hearing Qin Zheng's words, he grinned. "Yeah? Why are you guys in the Underworld?"

Qin Zheng pretended to be shocked. "You don't know? You've been lying here for sixty years, and we've all died and gone to hell!"

"Hahaha." The four of them all let out a hearty laugh at the same time, having dodged disaster.

"How long have I been lying here?"

Wei Xinyang glared at Jiang Guangrong. "Big Bro, you've been unconscious for a whole day and night. Tell me, what are you trying to pull. This was a totally meaningless duel. Great!"

Qin Zheng lightly patted Wei Xinyang's back with his right hand.

Wei Xinyang shook off Qin Zheng's hand and muttered, "What? I'm not allowed to say it? That's how it is! You're our boss. If you die, what are we supposed to do?"

Jiang Guangrong looked out the window and murmured, "I'm sorry…"

The three of them didn't know whether Jiang Guangrong was apologizing to them or to Sunx Yan. For a moment, none of them knew what to say.

Jiang Guangrong suddenly thought of something and tilted his head to ask, "How's Miyamoto Seiichi?"

"That little Devil isn't any better than you!" Wei Xinyang's face twisted the moment he heard Miyamoto's name, as if he really wished he had a knife to chop Miyamoto up.

"Ahem!" There was a cough from the bed next to them.

When Jiang Guangrong looked over, Miyamoto was actually lying in the same ward as him!

Miyamoto Seiichi clearly didn't like how Wei Xinyang had addressed him. He coughed a few times to remind Wei Xinyang. Calling him that was one thing, but he was right here. Couldn't he give him at least a little face? Wasn't Xia Country supposed to be a land of etiquette? What were these people? They were like bandits and hooligans.

Jiang Guangrong grinned. "Oh, Brother Miyamoto, how clever of you!"

When Miyamoto saw Jiang Guangrong greeting him, he wished he could find a crack in the floor to crawl into. He gave Jiang Guangrong an embarrassed smile and didn't say anything.

At this moment, Ann Zixuan cut up an apple and handed it to Jiang Guangrong.

Seeing this scene, Miyamoto couldn't help sighing in admiration. He glanced at Keiko, who was sitting far away like an iceberg, and let out a sigh.

Jiang Guangrong took a bite of the apple, and seemed to guess what Miyamoto Shigeru was thinking. He handed the apple in his hand to Miyamoto. "Brother Miyamoto, want one?"

Miyamoto curled his lips slightly, squeezing out an ugly smile. "Haha, no thanks. I don't like apples."

Right now Miyamoto felt he couldn't lift his head in front of Jiang Guangrong. He'd trained in Martial Arts for over twenty years and was beaten by Jiang Guangrong, who had never trained in Martial Arts. Even though both sides were injured, Miyamoto Keiko was right.