As time passed, the intensity of the golden light on each contestant began to vary.
The two whose golden lights were equally bright would face each other in the round of sixteen.
"Buzz!"
The light suddenly withdrew, settling upon sixteen contestants.
Everyone began sizing one another up.
Only the four Vice Hall Masters, excluding Ruoshui, wore strange expressions, their eyes filled with schadenfreude entirely unlike Han Qian's.
"Brother Han, you truly are worthy of being a knight. My Mage Holy Temple admires you!"
Saint Magister Lin Chen coughed and patted Han Qian on the shoulder with a face full of approval.
Ying Suifeng also laughed without restraint. "Old Han, your luck with draws is truly awful. The five youngsters from your Knight Holy Temple are indeed formidable this year, but in the end, they were ruined by an old fellow like you!"
Han Qian's face turned green at those words, and he shot Ying Suifeng a vicious glare.
The reason was naturally the matchups.
Among the sixteen contestants, four had advanced as third place in their respective groups. They had been drawn by Ye Tian, Yang Wenzhao, Huang Yi, and Liao Yu.
The remaining two knights who had advanced as group leaders, Duan Yi and Hao Jiahuo, were not so fortunate.
The former had drawn Cai'er, while the latter had drawn Long Haochen.
Not only did the knights have to fight one another, but they also had to face the strongest contender from the Assassin Temple.
Originally, Long Haochen and Huang Yi had held identical records in their group, even though Huang Yi had once lost to Long Haochen.
But for the sake of fairness, they were supposed to hold an additional match to determine first place.
Unfortunately, Long Haochen had not gone on the final day, so he advanced