The two arrived at the designated arena, only to discover that everyone except Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue was already there.
Feng Li's sour expression grew even sourer when he saw Zhou Sining take his seat. But Han Ji was beside him, and the old chairman had presumably already said plenty to the brat.
After a moment of silence, he swallowed the reprimand he had been about to deliver.
Feng Li turned toward the competitors' seats. "We can begin. One-on-one, knockout matches. Stop once the outcome is clear."
The draw had already been completed before Zhou Sining and Mu Nujiao arrived.
Just as expected, the six unlucky souls—Jiang Shaoxu, Guan Yu, Mu Tingying, Jiang Yu, Zu Jiming, and Li Kaifeng—became the stars of today's arena.
Jiang Shaoxu versus Jiang Yu, Mu Tingying versus Zu Jiming, and Guan Yu versus Li Kaifeng.
The three losers would then face one another in turn to determine who would ultimately be eliminated.
"Before the matches, let me make one thing clear. If you perform exceptionally well in your duel, we may take that into consideration even if you lose," Feng Li added.
Zhou Sining looked at the six of them. None seemed even slightly reassured by those words. If anything, the presence of a heavyweight like Han Ji only increased the pressure on them.
It seemed that membership in the National Team really did mean a great deal to these elite talents.
"Any questions?" Feng Li paused. When no one spoke, he nodded. "Then let's begin. First pair: Jiang Shaoxu and Jiang Yu."
The two named competitors silently walked to opposite ends of the arena.
"How did those two end up paired together?" Zhou Sining laughed without a shred of sympathy.
"Ahem! Don't say that..."
Mu Nujiao knew she should not laugh on such