If none of his other disciples had stepped forward to explain things for him, and he had been left to hold things together on his own, then in all likelihood, before long...
His image would already have been ruined in that battle. Of course, he was your disciple, so you could not use words that were too harsh on him. If you kept criticizing him for all his faults, the resentment that grew in his heart would be no small matter.
So the most important thing now was to straighten out his character first and make his conduct a little more proper.
The second step was to teach him proper principles of conduct—tell him what should be done and what should not, and what consequences would follow once he did what he should not. As a master, one had to educate one's disciple thoroughly. As the saying went, a teacher for a day, a parent for life.
After the match ended, the expressions of the common folk looked utterly frozen.
They did not understand why, in this battle, the King of Fists had clearly held the upper hand, yet was now being suppressed by his opponent.
Many people had placed their bets believing the King of Fists would win, and that he would definitely earn them one fortune after another. Yet in reality, they were bitterly disappointed.
An Old Man shook his head helplessly and said, "Today was truly disappointing beyond measure."
"He could clearly have won the entire match, but who knows what happened? All of a sudden, he started holding back his punches?"
"I strongly suspect there was some deliberate throwing of the match behind the scenes. Otherwise, how could someone who was supposed to win for certain lose the match? That just doesn't make sense!"
"So I