Stalnt muttered too quietly for anyone around him to hear, but everyone saw the freshman chief assistant step into the ring.
Most of them couldn't help frowning.
They thought Stalnt was being far too irrational.
"Still too young!"
Quite a few people sighed with that sentiment.
The rest watched the ring with anticipation. Sitting in wheelchairs, their bodies wrapped in bandages, they could hardly wait to see the freshmen suffer a crushing defeat.
The fourth-year student standing in the ring felt the same way.
The fight before him was simply too boring.
There was no challenge whatsoever.
"It's time to end this!"
The fourth-year student looked at Stalnt, who stood before him with his head lowered, and spoke slowly.
As for Micah, lying badly injured on the ground?
The fourth-year student couldn't even be bothered to glance at him.
Had he spared Micah a glance, he would have noticed the look of astonishment on the badly injured freshman chief assistant's face.
Micah had noticed something wrong.
As Stalnt's friend, who had eaten, slept, and attended classes alongside him since the start of term, spending practically every moment together, Micah noticed the change in him.
But in his current state, Micah had no way to investigate what had happened.
Just as he could only watch helplessly as the fourth-year student's fist struck Stalnt's body... a body three meters tall.
Three meters?!
Micah froze.
The next moment, his eyes widened as he stared at Stalnt, who resembled a little giant, his body impossibly muscular.
That punch, powerful enough to kill an ordinary person and badly injure an "Eater," struck the muscle-packed body without doing any damage at all. Instead, the recoil sent the fourth-year student staggering backward.
Pain shot through his hand, and a shadow engulfed him.
The fourth-year student stared at