Before Sun Qian could call for a suitable candidate, a cold snort, sharp as striking metal, cut through the silence below the stage.
"I'll take him on!"
All eyes turned toward the voice.
A lithe, sharp-eyed male student pushed his way through the crowd.
He carried a long, narrow saber. Though it was unsharpened for safety, Lin Ye could still feel a sharp aura emanating from it.
"Go, Hao! You're the man!"
"Cut him down, Hao! Beat him black and blue!"
Some in the crowd began to fan the flames.
They were all hot-blooded young men, seventeen or eighteen years old, so it was only natural that some were starting to get annoyed with Lin Ye.
Shen Junhao, from Class One of the third years, ranked 28th in the grade!
Amidst the shouting and instigation, Shen Junhao himself seemed to be basking in the attention.
In a single, fluid motion, he leaped and landed gracefully on the platform. His movements were crisp and efficient, with no wasted motion.
