At six in the afternoon, the Quarterfinals finally came to an end.
The forty advancing contestants would face tomorrow's final battle.
Just an hour earlier, the chief referee had announced changes to tomorrow's finals format.
The forty advancing contestants would draw lots to select challengers. A challenger could pick any one of the other thirty-nine contestants to compete against. Whether challenging someone or being challenged, anyone who accumulated two victories would secure a quota.
This was also an adjustment made by the school from the perspective of commoner students.
Under the challenge format, every match was a head-on clash. The chances of relying on sheer numbers to wear down top experts had been greatly reduced.
However, all of this had come too late.
On the enormous points screen, the names of the forty advancing contestants shone brightly.
Among them, only twelve names belonged to forces outside the Power Elites. This even included four seeded martial school contestants, and some of the rest might have secretly pledged themselves to the Power Elites as well.
In a Quota Competition opened specifically to commoners, more than half of those entering the finals belonged to the Power Elites. It was enough to make one sigh in dismay.
Lu Jue was undoubtedly among them. His next two battles were still settled with an almost crushing dominance. A punch thrown, an opponent defeated—clean and decisive.
Yet this time, what greeted him from the stands was no longer shock and cheers, but a suffocating silence.
The audience was generally in no mood. It was not that Lu Jue was not strong enough, but because throughout the entire afternoon, they had witnessed too many injustices that left their hearts unwilling to accept the outcome, their chests choked with indignation that had nowhere to go.
Those commoner geniuses in