"Senior Han, I want to battle you. A two-on-two battle!"
Chu Xin's words drew everyone's attention to him. Even Li Xunming, whom Han Yaru had knocked unconscious, raised his head. Wh-what was going on? Was I dreaming?
"Why do you want to battle me?"
"No particular reason. I just want to see how big the gap is between me and the Academy's top fighters."
Chu Xin scratched his head and smiled at Han Yaru.
Heh, this was the first time a freshman had challenged me. Interesting.
Han Yaru held out her hand, a Poké Ball resting in her palm.
"Come out, Lapras."
A huge Lapras stood opposite Chu Xin.
"This is my first time accepting a freshman's challenge, but I won't go easy on you!"
"What's going on? What's going on?"
Bai Le and Zhuo Xing stood in the woods with armfuls of branches, looking at Han Yaru and Chu Xin in confusion. Hadn't everything been fine just a moment ago? Why were they suddenly squaring off?
"Stop chattering and just watch. Let me show you how strong the elite students who compete in the Academy Tournament really are."
Not only that, but all the equipment monitoring the competition from the sky had also focused on Han Yaru and Chu Xin. In the control room, Zhuo Yuan looked helplessly at Chen Huan, who was sitting at the console.
"We're here to referee, not to watch the fun."
"What's the harm? Don't you want to watch this kid battle?"
"Well, move over. Make some room for me."
Besides Chen Huan and Dean Zhuo Yuan, who were serving as referees, Qiu Shifeng was also watching Chu Xin and Han Yaru's battle from afar through the Small Machine.
Qiu Shifeng shook a bag of Dry Instant Noodles to crush them, then opened it