Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki, who had been glaring viciously at each other, called a temporary truce and turned their attention to the competition arena.
The other spectators also looked into the arena. Everyone had heard that this was a match between a weak school and an elite school—it should have been completely one-sided.
But to their surprise, the weaker school launched an all-out attack, leaving only one person behind to guard their team's pole. The tiny figure standing in the middle of the arena beside the tall flagpole looked as though even a gust of wind could blow both him and the pole over.
"Ha ha ha! Trying to make a last stand? It's useless! One person guarding the pole can be taken down with a single attack! Attack their flagpole with everything you've got!" the male teacher shouted as he directed them.
As Kamijou Touma charged toward the opposing side, psychic shells began gathering in the hands of the other students. Fireballs appeared in the hands of the Flame ability users, and several more people gathered together, causing even more fireballs to appear.
Many visitors to Academy City cried out in amazement. After all, this was the first time they had personally witnessed real psychic abilities, and they looked so dazzling.
Yet those people actually ignored the student rushing at them and fired their fireballs at Chen Fan. The fireballs fell from the sky like a meteor shower.
"Just as expected, they've all set their sights on Chen Fan! Good thing we didn't send Chen Fan out, or we would've been caught up in the attacks too!" Tsuchimikado Motoharu said.
Chen Fan slapped his forehead, finally realizing that this was what those guys had been thinking. He had thought they possessed some lofty resolve.
But this suited him