In fact, the tournament had already begun to get interesting at this point.
In the next semifinal, whoever drew Yu Sheng would have their path to the top two cut off completely.
They might even... finish in the top four and go no further.
Because judging by Yu Sheng's previous fights, he always inflicted injuries that took a month to recover from.
After fighting Yu Sheng, they would no longer be in any condition to compete for third place.
Almost all the teachers from the Three Major Universities fixed their eyes on Yuan Qingshan.
Especially during the draw.
They were afraid the old bastard might suddenly rig it behind the scenes.
Points were at stake. They couldn't afford to be careless.
Fortunately...
Now that the tournament had reached this stage, things finally started getting fair.
They used the oldest method of drawing lots.
Li Yihan looked at his slip of paper, then at Yu Sheng across from him, and silently walked onto the stage.
"Military Academy, Li Yihan."
"I only have one request. After the fight, could you not pull my teeth out?"
"I promise there's no poison hidden in them."
"I won't kill myself, either."
"In exchange, I can do a couple of One-Man Crosstalk routines. I specifically memorized some a few days ago and practiced them."
Li Yihan gazed at Yu Sheng plaintively as he spoke.
Yu Sheng was a little bewildered.
One-Man Crosstalk didn't produce much gray gas anymore. The effect wasn't significant.
"Can you do stone-breaking on your chest?"
"Or sword swallowing?"
Yu Sheng pondered for a moment, then asked.
Li Yihan's body abruptly stiffened.
"Stone-breaking on my chest... fine!"
"Then you can't cripple my limbs after the match. I still need to compete for third."
Li Yihan wrestled with the decision before finally nodding with