It was the third day of the competition. The second-year students were fighting today.
Unlike the first-year students, the second years were lower in number, and they all had a fixed ranking, so they didn't need a battle royal.
The top 30 students from the second year were the participants.
The energy in the coliseum was still high with the audience filling their seats and watching the matches go on, but as the matches progressed, a sense of impatience began to creep into the crowd.
"Man, this is nowhere near as exciting as yesterday," a spectator grumbled, slumping in his seat. "Half of these fights end before they even start!"
His friend nodded, arms crossed. "And the ones that don't? They drag on forever. It's just a lot of posturing and staring before one big move decides the whole match."
Indeed, the second-year students, while undeniably powerful, lacked the raw unpredictability of the first-years.