Tom leaped up, raised his blade high overhead, and then swung down.
Russam, still closing his eyes, jumped to the side, dodging the attack.
But then something weird happened.
Another Tom appeared out of nowhere, and swung the blade straight towards Russam's neck, stopping half an inch.
"I got you," Tom said.
"You think?"
Tom raised an eyebrow and saw the nunchuk wrapped around his left leg.
The atmosphere became silent except the sound of blowing wind.
"You defeated me, senior. I thank you for the lesson," Tom said before pulling his blade.
"No. It's a draw."
The students were in uproar. A draw! How could that be possible. Russam, a high Diamond Rank, and the top twenty student fight a draw against a mid Diamond Rank?
There was no logic to that result. If they tell this to their friends, no one would have believe them.
"A draw… does Senior Russam say that to not humiliate the new kid?"
"Senior Russam is not a bully so that might be possible."