In the time that followed, the two classes took turns sending students onto the platform to fight.
By ten in the morning,
Class 1 Grade 1 had only four students left.
Class 6 Grade 2 still had eighteen.
The difference in numbers was enormous.
Clearly, in terms of average class strength, Class 1 Grade 1 fell far behind Class 6 Grade 2. They weren't even on the same level.
That was mainly because the school year had only just begun. The freshmen in Class 1 Grade 1 hadn't trained much, and many of them had yet to fully realize their potential.
"Brother Feng, your class is down to just four students. Looks like I'm definitely winning the meal we bet on."
The homeroom teacher of Class 6 Grade 2, a trendy middle-aged man with a short ponytail, said smugly to Han Yuanfeng.
Han Yuanfeng smiled calmly. "Don't count your chickens before they hatch. Let's wait and see."
As the homeroom teacher of Class 1 Grade 1, he knew one thing very well.
Only Lin Zichen, Wang Shujie, Lu Gang, and He Yu were the real strength of Class 1 Grade 1.
As for the students who had already fought, they were just there to take part. No matter how badly they lost, it wouldn't make much difference to the outcome.
The real matches were only just beginning.
Soon, Han Yuanfeng looked at He Yu, who was rubbing his fists in eager anticipation, and said:
"He Yu, you're up next."
"Got it!"
He Yu answered.
Then he leaped onto the Martial Platform and grinned at his opponent with exaggerated bravado. "My fists have been hungry for a long time. So, senior, are you ready to face my rock-hard knuckles?"
"Dumbass!"
The senior across from him cursed when he saw how childish