After their eyes met for a moment, Qian withdrew his gaze, forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and began quietly waiting for the first round of matches to end.
A few minutes later, the fourteenth match of the first round ended.
The fourteen victors were randomly assigned again, and the second round of matches began.
Whether it was luck, or Sarutobi Hiruzen had deliberately saved the most exciting battle for last, no one knew.
In any case, in this second round, Qian and Uchiha Shisui still did not meet.
And without any surprises, both of them dealt with their opponents with ease.
By now, anyone with even a little discernment could tell that Qian and Uchiha Shisui were far stronger than the others.
The final first place would only be decided between the two of them.
Fortunately, promotion to chunin depended on overall performance across all three exams, not merely on the ranking in this match.
Otherwise, the other candidates would probably already have started competing half-heartedly.
Time slipped by, second by second.
An hour and a half later.
The second round of the third exam ended.
The seven victors were grouped again, but because the number was odd, one person would receive a bye.
Qian had not held out any hope for his own luck, but unexpectedly, this time he actually received the bye.
However, after learning the news, he only froze for a moment before returning to normal.
The reason he appeared so calm was naturally that he had enough confidence in his own strength.
Qian believed that whether he received a bye this time or not, it would not affect his advancement.
That was why he paid little mind to such a result.
The others, however, looked at Qian with a hint of envy in