I'm here waiting for you to get on stage for our duel!
I'm here waiting to beat you senseless!
Not to stand here like I'm in detention!
Shen Jianfeng was roaring in his mind. He was on the verge of throwing caution to the wind, charging down, and giving Shen Lang a vicious beating.
'But things are different now. There must be several hundred pairs of eyes on me, including who knows how many pretty junior schoolmates, and tutors... Composure! I must maintain my composure!'
"Shen Lang, stop right there!" Shen Jianfeng roared. "Are you a man or not? Are you going to go back on your word? We agreed to fight today! You lied to me and made everyone wait for so long!"
Just as Shen Jianfeng intended, his words sent a stir through the crowd. Everyone began to murmur, their criticism aimed squarely at Shen Lang.
He was very clever. When he first started building hype for the duel, he had people work hard to inflate Shen Lang's reputation, weakening his "trash" moniker considerably.
