Early the next morning, after the drawing concluded, Zhou Xiaopang stood there blankly, utterly devastated.
"Your opponent isn't that strong. Work hard and see if you can make it into the top eight."
Mo Qiancheng's encouraging voice sounded beside Meng Fanxing.
But Zhou Xiaopang felt no warmth at all. Instead, he felt miserable.
"Let's go. We're up first."
Lu Ze came over at that moment, lightly patting Zhou Xiaopang's shoulder as he spoke.
That was right. Zhou Xiaopang's opponent this round was Lu Ze.
That was why he had been so upset just now.
What kind of joke was this?
Lu Ze?
How was he supposed to fight that?
Look at Meng Fanxing next door, then look at himself!
Was this what luck looked like?
And he was even the first one up!
His mentality had completely shattered!
"Alright."
Zhou Xiaopang looked up at Lu Ze, got to his feet, and nodded indignantly before walking toward the field as though he were marching bravely to his death.
"Huh?"
Lu Ze scratched his head in confusion, but he still followed Zhou Xiaopang's pace and headed up onto the stage with him.
"An internal match. What a pity."
Sui Yan smiled from the side, though he still shook his head with faint regret in his tone.
"What's there to regret? They've already made the top twenty-five. This is just an internal ranking match. There's still the Elite Four Rankings tournament afterward."
Mo Qiancheng, standing beside Sui Yan, smiled and shook his head. Unlike Sui Yan and the others, he had participated in quite a few competitions like this.
As long as one made it into the top twenty-five, there was basically no problem.
Still, he needed to remind his young disciple beside him.
After all, there would be a challenge tournament afterward.