The Six Sects each had five slots, for a total of thirty participants.
It was obviously impossible to proceed normally through round after round until the final.
Thus, two people received byes in the first round. The remaining twenty-eight would fight, leaving fourteen winners; with the two who had byes, that made a perfect Sweet Sixteen.
As for who received the byes, that was decided by drawing lots.
They truly drew lots.
Everyone reached into a box and drew a number. The box itself was a Divine Weapon, cutting off all probing auras.
Song Zhong had discovered that ever since transmigrating into this world, his luck had truly been excellent.
There were only two bye slots in total, yet he had managed to draw one of them.
The other went to a female disciple from Daoxuan Sect.
She looked fairly pretty.
Really, it was she who had gotten lucky—not having to face him.
Song Zhong put away his lot and looked at the other four Hundred Peaks Sect disciples.
There was not much to look at, really. The main issue was that he did not recognize any of them.
Besides, before the first round, no one knew who their opponent would be.
Very soon, Daoxuan Sect's Great Elder looked at everyone and said, "Everyone, according to the rules of our Six Sects, Daoxuan Sect will host this time.
"For the first round, the two who drew Number One of the Jia group, please take the stage."
Song Zhong was instantly speechless. He knew the world was one huge slapdash troupe, but this was far too slapdash.
This was a martial competition between the Six Sects, yet there was no ceremony at all—they were simply starting the fights?
At least hold an opening ceremony. It did not need to be grand,