But a freshman who had only enrolled three days ago taking the initiative to challenge an older student-this was an unprecedented first!
Quite a few of the students watching even stopped eating and looked over with keen interest.
This kid was far too arrogant. He was practically racing toward his own death!
"Cut the crap! Reasoning annoys me more than anything, and empty talk annoys me even more! I'm the only one on our side. Who's coming from yours? Come on, come on, let's hurry up and finish fighting so we can eat. I'm starving to death!"
Zuo Xiaoduo flipped straight down from the third floor. He had barely landed before he called out brazenly, "You up there, come down!"
Before his words had faded, several rows of heads shot out of the dining hall windows, all eager to watch the show.
Everyone looked over and discovered a face that was unfamiliar yet familiar, setting off a flurry of discussion. Someone had already shouted, "Sword King!"
Zuo Xiaoduo laughed heartily and cupped his fists, saluting everyone around him. "I've only just arrived in your fine land and know neither the people nor the place. Today, this humble fellow will make a poor showing of his skills here. Friends and neighbors, those with money, please contribute some money; those with yourselves to offer, please lend your presence..."
He actually sounded like a wandering street performer.
Laughter erupted.
The siblings Xiang Chong and Xiang Bing, however, instinctively exchanged a glance, then looked at Li Chenglong before turning their attention back to Zuo Xiaoduo. "Th-this couldn't also be another-best way of raking in money, could it?!"
A white blur flashed at the window, and the tall male student leading the other group floated down as well, perfectly calm and unhurried. "Zuo Xiaoduo, I