"Together." One of the commoner students, furious from humiliation, loudly called for the whole class to attack together.
"Beat him up!"
"Get him!"
The commoner students surged forward as one. Dramatically, the student who had spoken first quietly fell to the rear, clearly a clever fellow.
As for the noble students, with Marlin's example fresh in their minds, they did not want to be the first to stick their necks out either, so they followed the crowd.
Among the thirty-odd students in the class, only a handful, including Bill, Lyon Brown, and Michael Harris, did not make a move.
"Heh." Colin sneered, then took the initiative to close in. He kicked a black-haired student in the left thigh, and the student immediately howled in pain, clutching his leg as he collapsed.
Will Knight Academy mainly taught Roer Military Swordsmanship and had never systematically taught boxing. But who did not know how to fight in a brawl?
The students behind the black-haired boy charged forward without a care, either stepping over or avoiding him as he lay on the ground. Some leaped into the air, swooping at Colin like geese crossing the sky, intending to tackle him to the ground. Others lowered their bodies and reached both arms around Colin's waist, intending to restrain him.
Countless others went for his legs or arms. Some were even more underhanded, attempting a monkey steal-the-peach to ambush Colin's vital parts.
Colin was somewhat enraged. He kicked one student who had tried the monkey steal-the-peach in the cheek. The student's handsome face caved in at once, and bloodied teeth flew out. He too screamed and fell to the ground.
But even more students did manage to restrain Colin, grabbing his arms, waist, and thighs. Seven or eight of them piled on at once, trying to