Before, the cocky Japanese were utterly devastated to see their highly-regarded Divine Wind Team being beaten without even a chance to surrender, all letting out miserable screams!
"No! How is this possible!"
"Disgrace! This is a disgrace to the Yamato Clan!"
"Divine Wind Team! Where is your Samurai Path!"
"Why did this happen?!"
"The Demon King Team was just a trash team!"
"Why! Why!"
"..."
Tsuchiya Ayumi was frantically roaring: "I bet a million on you guys to win! What the hell are you doing?! Dreaming?!"
He truly couldn't believe what he was seeing, couldn't believe that the Divine Wind Team lost, couldn't believe that the Divine Wind Team didn't even have a chance to surrender!
Crushed! Utterly crushed!
Crushed by a team they had mocked and looked down upon as trash!
This loss wasn't just about honor or face, but also about money!
The Koreans he had mocked before were now insanely mocking them!
"Tsk tsk tsk! Little Japanese, not so arrogant now, are ya?!"
