Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Fire Fist and Wine

Bringing along Bumansa, Cafra, and Ye Ling, Lolan Hill arrived at the entrance of the Student Union building. After inquiring about the detailed situation, they filled out the application form to start the process of establishing a club.

In addition to the common application materials, they also had to fill out the central purpose of the club.

“This, what do you all think?” Lolan Hill asked everyone while sitting at a table in a corner of the hall.

“Huh, I don’t know. I’ll follow Lolan,” Ye Ling replied, leaning against Lolan’s shoulder. She seemed drowsy, even though she had volunteered to come along earlier and now felt extremely sleepy.

“As long as there’s a peaceful place to study, I’m content,” said Cafra, the good student.

“A club with all kinds of delicacies and pastries?” Bumansa expressed her long-awaited desire.

“Seems nice, but wouldn’t that make others think we’re frivolous?” Lolan Hill hesitated slightly, after all, she would still have to introduce herself if asked later.

“Then add sleeping,” Ye Ling yawned, covering her mouth, her eyes half-closed.

“A club with delicacies, pastries, and a peaceful place to sleep?” Lolan Hill questioned, wondering how it had turned out this way when they had initially come to focus on studying.

“Mm-hm, this is good,” Bumansa nodded eagerly. Lolan turned her gaze to others.

“It’s fine,” Cafra nodded again, finding a quiet and cozy place quite appealing.

“I agree,” Ye Ling struggled to lift one arm and raised her fair little hand before letting it drop again.

“Alright then,” Lolan Hill reluctantly wrote it down, watching as the club took shape contrary to her original intentions.

Then came the difficulty of deciding on a name.

“For the name,” Bumansa pressed her fingertip to her lips, pondering slowly.

“How about ‘Rainbow Bread’?”

“Ravenous Dragon Roar~” Ye Ling whispered, closing her eyes.

“What about ‘Black Water Lily’? It suits Lolan’s temperament,” Cafra finally suggested a proper name, though Lolan wondered why she was being used as an example.

“Mm, this works too. Black lotuses are beautiful and go well with pastries. The water lily also has a ‘sleep’ element, fitting the theme,” Bumansa analyzed as she nodded.

The head finally agreed on the club’s name, ‘Black Water Lily.’

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Thus, the small club was established, and their activity room was allocated on the third floor of the Brown Rock Building in the central school area.

As evening fell, pushing open the door of the Brown Rock Building, a lively scene unfolded before their eyes. One side of the hall was separated by a low, dark brown cabinet wall, inside which were several small tables and a bar counter along the wall.

Inside the counter stood an elf youth with pointed ears. He was dressed in black and white formal attire, shaking a cocktail shaker in his hand before placing it down with a loud clap. Several burly men sitting at the counter cheered loudly, then pushed forward their cups as amber liquid poured in, creating layers of bubbles before they downed it in one gulp.

Around the small tables sat some people, judging by their attire, they seemed to be upperclassmen from various colleges. For a moment, the sounds of clinking glasses, conversations, cheers, and even the sounds of impact from somewhere else mixed together and entered their ears.

Lolan Hill glanced around and noticed a dark brown wooden sign hanging above the ceiling, written in large letters: ‘Fire Fist and Wine.’ The first-floor hall was divided into two sections, apart from the middle passage, the left side was set up like a bar, while the right side was a circular fighting arena.

Seeing this scene made the few girls looking for the activity room stunned.

The arena was built with thick oak, surrounded by half-person-high wooden stakes, wrapped with rough ropes, enclosing the inner circular space.

Several burning pine resin iron cages hung above the arena, illuminating it brightly. Two young men without shirts on were grappling in the center, using only their physical strength to collide with each other, roaring like wild beasts. Blood surged through their bodies, muscles rippled, and countless sweat beads dripped down. Around them, a crowd of cheering students watched, their expressions excited as if they were fighting themselves.

“Good!”

“Hit him! Hit that ugly face! Didn’t he mock you? Beat him!” A fat man stood on a chair, raising his fist, encouraging one of them.

“Don’t give up, Jack! That’s right, keep going!”

“Nan Ke, kick him with your strong thighs! Why are you being so hesitant like a little girl?!”

“Slap his face, stupid pig! Turn him into a boar!”

A group of people encouraged their respective favorites, spittle flying everywhere, some even twirling and waving their clothes.

The scene was as chaotic as a dance of demons.

“Oh, this…”

Several girls with an incongruous artistic style showed surprise as they looked at the scene before them. It took them a while to notice a senior girl descending from the stairs ahead. After asking her, they learned that the entire first-floor hall belonged to the club ‘Fist of Fire and Wine.’

The members of this club were mostly male, and their favorite pastime was drinking and ‘fighting.’ However, this fighting resembled more of a combat sport, where opponents on the擂台 would use only their bodies, without any extraordinary powers, to collide and vent their inner frustrations and dissatisfaction. Although they felt sore all over after the fight, they also experienced an extreme sense of release and joy.

Meanwhile, those watching the fight could feel the collision of power, the beauty of muscular strength, and cheer loudly.

After the fight, they could sit at a nearby bar to rest and relax, continuing to banter and argue with their previous opponents. If they felt unsatisfied with what was said, they might go back to the擂台 for another round.

Although it seemed wild to outsiders, the club had a peculiar charm that attracted many people every year. The club’s location in the central school building made it convenient for members from different grades to participate.

“How scary,” Night Spirit whispered, sticking out her tongue as she watched the huge men with fierce muscles fighting on the擂台, towering over her by more than two heads.

“Even though it looks frightening, they seem to be really enjoying themselves.”

Lolan Hill watched the cheering students, feeling the palpable joy and relief emanating from them.

Just as several girls were asking about the way to the third-floor activity room, the fight on the擂台 ended. The two big men on the擂台 were supported down, and the crowd surrounded them, preparing to cross the hall to reach the other side and have drinks and relax at the bar.

One of the bald big men, being helped to go for a drink, caught Night Spirit’s attention. She stared at his bruised face for a moment before exclaiming,

“Fifth Brother?”

Despite his battered nose and mouth, Night Spirit recognized him as her cousin, Nan Ke, who had boasted loudly when coming to Emanas, saying he would take care of her.

“Ah!?”

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