Finally, with a bang, he collided with many students sitting cross-legged.
These students were all clad in yellow fighting suits, hailing from Dual Ivy Junior High School. They scrambled to their feet in a disarray, creating a scene of chaos.
"Admitted."
In the center of the venue, the figure in the white fighting suit nodded slightly. Even though he seemed agreeable in victory, his expressionless face and undisturbed eyes suggested an inexplicable sense of mockery. Was it boredom? Did he feel that his opponents were too weak?
Right then, the head senior brother of Dual Ivy Junior High's Fighting Society stood up, a man with a buzz-cut, strong and muscular. Taking a step forward, the chief senior brother of Dual Ivy's Fighting Society focused intently on the figure ahead.
"Phil, it's time for me to challenge you!"
