Lucky Cat Lamp used its tail to pick out the first pair of names.
Angelite took the slips, raising an eyebrow in slight surprise.
Half a second later, she smiled and held up the two slips for the cameras:
"First match: Alesha versus Eileen."
"Meow-ow!"
Lucky Cat Lamp's unusually excited meow made Lois beside it helplessly rub the cat lamp's ears.
This was absolute carnage. No one in the world thought Eileen was unworthy of winning the cup named after her, nor did anyone think she lacked the strength. That was plainly reflected in the critics' predictions: Eileen was absolutely a top 5 contender for this championship. Even though Lin Zhaojun had beaten her twice in the group stage, no one believed she would perform poorly in the knockout rounds.
And Alesha, unfortunately, was the undisputed top 1 pick to win this cup. She had advanced with a flawless record and directly displayed the prowess of an offensive kaleidoscope. Across sixty-two consecutive matches, not a single spell had been repeated. It looked like she was showing off her skills, but Jiang Han suspected this was a strategy designed by her image team, because Blind Treasure's popularity had nearly caught up with Lin Zhaojun's in one fell swoop.
If a witch played sixty-two matches without repeating a single spell, then she would already be a champion even without taking the title. Everyone would remember that legend.
But in any case, Eileen and Alesha—two witches with the strength to contend for the championship—had actually collided in the very first match.
And only one of them could advance. How cruel.
It had to be said that perhaps this was luck's twisted sense of humor.
Lucky Cat Lamp had not brought luck to either of them.
The draw continued in an orderly fashion.