Chapter 159: Volume 3, - 48: Living, That’s the Victor.
Fatty didn’t choose anyone, he waved impatiently and said, "All of you, come together."
The Freedom Fighters had already found this annoying Fatty unpleasant, and upon hearing him court death like this, they were about to charge forward, when Fatty leisurely called out again, "Wait..."
"Oh, shit." The crowd of onlookers was almost driven mad by Fatty. People were all ready to beat him up, and now he called for a halt. What tricks was he up to now? Could it be that he used to sell fake medicine, all talk and no action?
Fatty stretched his muscles and bones, and said with a smile, "Fighting, I’m afraid it might hurt everyone’s morale."
The Freedom Fighters were on the verge of collapsing. What did this Fatty mean, not fighting and just spitting at each other? You can’t out-spray our thirty mouths with your one mouth!
Fatty leisurely said, "How about this? This is my first time coming to this base, you all know the environment better, I don’t want to bully anyone. Let’s play a game, street fighting, you know it, right?"
This is a training exercise where one holds a pen like a dagger and wins or loses by marking the opponent in close-quarters during chase and hide. For the Freedom Fighters, this is one of their essential trainings. Their future combat environments are in high-rise city rebellions.
Upon hearing Fatty challenge this, and one versus thirty at that, the Freedom Fighters all thought this Fatty was really seeking death! In a fight, it would be impossible to gang up on someone under the watchful eyes of the crowd. After all, they were Algarfar’s students, and even if they found him unpleasant, no warrior dared disobey the orders of a student sent by Algarfar given his reputation.