It was harder than I initially thought it would be.
With how weaker every fighter compared to me, it's difficult to hold back and not stand out.
But now, I've won thrice now by beating two other guys and the wildcard that came from nowhere.
Thankfully, the ring was hot enough to make me start sweating as if I was trying hard in my fights.
I've probably given everyone the illusion that I was already tired.
Maybe everyone except the one guy who is glaring daggers at me for a while now.
He just won earlier so we're the last fighters left in the ring.
"I gave you a blade earlier to cut yourself to make it seem you're actually having it hard. What are you doing?"
Since the cafeteria is very noisy from the crowd clamoring, Jilue took it as a chance to have a conversation with me from behind the ring barricade of tables.
Lyn is also with me and is wiping my sweat off my face with a towel.
