"The second drawn match goes to He An of the Knowledge and Practice Institute!"
Zhantai Ming stood up and loudly announced the result, drawing out his voice.
The Knowledge and Practice Institute students watching below erupted in delighted cheers, drawing furious glares from the Dragon Gate Academy students. Some even waved their fists in arrogant defiance.
Not to be outdone, the Knowledge and Practice Institute students shouted and hollered back. Both sides rubbed their fists and flexed their wrists, and in an instant, swords were drawn and bows bent.
The rain gradually eased, leaving only scattered wisps drifting down.
A cross-eyed fellow suddenly emerged from the crowd of Knowledge and Practice Institute students. Perched on a tall student's shoulders, he stood out like a crane among chickens.
First, the fellow stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a loud wolf whistle. Then he raised his middle finger at the Dragon Gate Academy crowd.
The Dragon Gate Academy students instantly erupted. Several rolled up their sleeves, ready to fight.
The sight only excited the cross-eyed fellow further. Swaying atop the student he was using as a mount, he took a long stick another student handed him and raised it high like a general commanding three armies, shouting himself hoarse, "Brothers, charge! Give the bastards hell, just like He An!"
As the scene grew increasingly chaotic, the nearby townsfolk became worked up too. They rolled up their sleeves and tightened their grips on their umbrellas; some even grabbed carrying poles. For the moment, however, they had no idea which side to help...
"All of you, stop!"
An authoritative, furious voice rang out like thunder from a clear sky, stunning the crowd poised to act.
Pang Longcheng, commander of the Five-City Military Command, stood up. Wearing a phoenix-winged helmet and gleaming