My eyes went back to the stage and I saw yet another peculiar sight. The nine who had formed a joint front to gang up against one of them had split up yet again!
Eight against one—they used the same tactics to root out the most troublesome in order to ensure the victory of the collective. I sighed in disappointment, realizing that this cycle was sure to repeat itself even after this round was over.
'I wonder how long this will go on…'
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"Aaaand, we have our representative for the Martial Arts department of the Third-year Lower Class!" Klaus Tallman returned to the stage, stretching his hands in the direction of the last student standing.
'Urgh, I knew it!' I rolled my eyes in disgust.
The one who became the winner was the Martial Artist who did not use any weapon—the bare-fisted fighter.
