At that moment, several boys sat chatting in the Contestant Seats. The one in the lead was a youth of thirteen or fourteen, dressed in blue. His eyes were bright, clear as water, and shone with sincerity. Confidence filled his brow, and an easy, composed smile hung on his cheeks. It was Chen Jianzun.
"At last, this day is here. Today I can really cut loose and go all out, and I can have a proper fight with you too, Brother Zun," Chen Jianjun said, beside himself with excitement.
Chen Jianjun was a battle maniac. Once he caught someone, he would not let them leave. At first, Chen Jianzun had still been quite interested in sparring with him, but now? He dodged him pretty fast.
Chen Jianzun revealed a sunny smile and said, "Jianjun, you'd better be careful. Your half of the bracket won't be easy."
Chen Jianjun rubbed his hands and said to him, "Brother Zun, your side isn't weak either. Same to you. Don't run into a Waterloo when the time comes."
Chen Jianzun looked a little dazed. "Waterloo? What Waterloo?"
"One of Xiaojun's 'new words.' Waterloo seems to mean running into a sliding iron cart charging downhill on a mountain road. It's used as a metaphor for a crushing defeat. Xiaojun saw it in an Ancient Book," Chen Jianjun explained. "That's what it means, right, Xiaojun?"
"Mm." Chen Xiaojun's expression was a little strange as he replied.
Back when Chen Jianjun had asked him the same thing, he had nearly broken out in a sweat from sheer bewilderment.
This world had no Belgian town of Waterloo, let alone a Battle of Waterloo. Fortunately, he had been quick-witted and could only pass it off as something from an Ancient Book. After that, Chen Xiaojun had become a little