Gi's large frame lay sprawled across the cold, unforgiving surface of the floor. He was completely knocked out, and by the looks of it, he wasn't going to be getting up anytime soon.
There was no denying it now, everyone knew who the clear victor was. And it had happened in such a decisive way that no one could even begin to dispute the outcome.
"Haha!" Print chuckled, arms folded, clearly impressed. "Now that wasn't something I expected. I thought this guy was all flash, just some punk with a loud entrance, but he took out a school leader in just a few hits…"
"Right," Erik said with a nervous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Even if Gi isn't the strongest school leader, he's still a leader. I'm not even sure I could manage that myself."
Around them, the students broke into hushed murmurs and wide-eyed chatter. They were all stunned, marveling at what they'd just witnessed. A guy in a flashy uniform, who'd made a flashy entrance, had just sealed a flashy victory.
