Gazes turned towards the arena where Lin Feng stood, finally resting on a row of banners resembling flames, their expressions varied: surprise, shock, even mockery.
Just three minutes into the third plan, teams began to attack and defend the arena.
Each sending out ten fighters, most teams hadn't even finished the first round.
Yet Lin Feng's team already had eight Fire Banners.
55 teams, 55 Fire Banners. This single team occupied one-seventh of the total.
"What does this mean?"
"Didn't you see clearly? Those Fire Banners were requested by other teams for protection."
"I know, but I meant, is the Avengers Alliance crazy?"
"Overestimating themselves."
"Why is no one attacking? Has even Kitahara Sonosuke been scared out of his wits?"
"Starting with a powerful confrontation is too risky, unnecessary. Someone will handle them later on."
The expressions on the students' faces were vivid; even the tense battle situation slowed down instinctively.
