The Heng Ha Two Generals

Luo Yan calmly pushed his way into the crowd. A student he shoved aside first looked furious, but upon realizing it was Luo Yan, he quickly stepped aside, nearly knocking a fat man over.

By then, Bai Tong had already stepped onto the stage. A tall, slender young man with a well-proportioned build stood in the arena.

The man's eyes were bright and sharp, his gaze flashing like lightning. He had broad shoulders, long hands, and thick knuckles. Anyone could tell at a glance that he excelled at martial arts.

When he saw Bai Tong take the stage, a glint flashed in his eyes. Just then, someone beneath the stage said with a grin,

"Old Shen, let me have this match."

"You've already fought so many rounds. It's my turn now, isn't it?"

Luo Yan looked toward the speaker. He was a young man in his early twenties, of average height, with a pleasant baby face and delicate features.

He also spoke with a southern accent and did not sound like someone from the north.

The young man surnamed Shen above nodded and stepped down from the arena.

The baby-faced young man climbed onto the stage with a beaming smile and cupped his fists toward Bai Tong. "Fire Qilin Academy, Zhang Ye."

Fire Qilin Academy?

Luo Yan was stunned for a moment. After racking his brains, he confirmed that this was the first time he had heard of this Academy.

Zhang Ye had a southern accent. Could this be a Mecha Academy from the Southern Border?

On the arena, Bai Tong, wearing an eyepatch, nodded slightly. "Hundred Battles Academy, Bai Tong."

"Student Bai, did you injure your eye?"

"That eyepatch must be blocking your vision."

"For the sake of fairness, I'll cover one eye too."

Zhang Ye seemed to be