A Forceful Battle

Countless gazes turned toward Lin Feng's arena, ultimately settling on that row of flame-like flags. The expressions on their faces varied: surprise, shock, and mockery.

Only three minutes had passed since the Third Plan began, and the major teams had only just started challenging arenas and defending them.

Most teams' battles, with ten people sent out from each side, had not even finished their first round.

Yet Lin Feng's team already possessed eight Fire Flags.

Fifty-five teams, fifty-five Fire Flags. Their team alone held one-seventh of the total.

"What does this mean?"

"Didn't you see? Those Fire Flags came from other teams asking them to protect their flags."

"I know that. I mean, has the Avengers Alliance gone mad?"

"They're overestimating themselves."

"Why is no one challenging them? Has even Kitahara Sousuke been scared out of his wits?"

"It's too risky and unnecessary for powerhouses to clash right at the start. Someone will naturally deal with them later."

The expressions on the students' faces were wonderfully varied. Even the tense battles that had originally been raging fiercely slowed down unconsciously.

It was not just the students; the instructors were equally astonished.

"Helping others protect their flags right at the start of the competition, and six teams in a row at that—this must have been planned in advance. I can understand weak teams seeking protection. But what I don't understand is, why do something so thankless and strenuous?"

Leng Feng, dressed in black, asked.

"Exactly. Wouldn't that make the risk of being challenged even greater?"

The other instructors shared the same confusion.

"Still that style of refusing to play by the rules. This isn't how the rules are meant to be played!"

Zuo Ziyu said with a faint smile, sounding somewhat emotional.

According to the rules of the Third Plan, when