The announcement had been brief, and domineering enough.
The crackling static faded, and the broadcast came to an end.
The entire Weidao High School fell deathly silent.
But soon, deafening noise and commotion poured out of classrooms all across the school.
Screaming, howling, even smashing desks, walls, and windows—all kinds of noises blended together.
It was as if they had to make as much of a racket as possible to show just how excited they were.
The deathmatch fighters mingling in the various classes had no choice but to join in the frenzied display, lest they seem out of place.
But unlike the noisy corners of the school, the atmosphere in the broadcast room grew more and more oppressive.
Simba, the blond man, sat in the center.
He was the current apex of Weidao, and the light in his eyes gleamed like a lion's.
At that moment, the leaders of all the factions at Weidao High School had gathered in the broadcast room, every gaze fixed on Simba.
As for A She, kneeling at Simba's feet, the leaders pointedly ignored him.
"A She, I'm glad you defended Weidao's reputation. But I don't like that you took it upon yourself to accept Chikan Bay's challenge on Weidao's behalf."
Simba swept a lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead aside, his tone hard to read. "Don't do that again."
It was clear that he meant the matter was settled. A She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and nod vigorously.
"I understand, Brother Simba!"
It was worth mentioning that the time Lu Bai and A She had agreed on was actually the afternoon of the day after tomorrow.
But Simba's announcement to the entire school had come a day early.
Strictly speaking, there was no strategic significance to