"Is this guy insane? Does he really think he can single-handedly defeat another 50 people by himself?"
"Hah! An arrogant trash like him should be taught his place!"
I honestly didn't understand why people insisted on calling me trash despite seeing the reality. They were so deluded that they honestly couldn't be real people. Nobody was this thick. I was pretty sure of that.
"Let's go!"
The group of morons didn't realize that they were being delusional and haughtily strode toward the cage in preparation for a match. Zhang stared at them indifferently, lighting his cigarette and puffing out a ring of smoke.
"You five are next?" he asked dryly, and then jabbed a finger toward the cage. "Go ahead."
I watched as the five students stroll into the cage, their arms folded or hands in their pockets. They seemed pretty confident of themselves.
