The second round is warfare strategy.
The grounds are filled with many low tables, equipped with paper and pen, each sheet containing a question on how to handle a certain battlefield predicament.
The time allotted to answer is only one incense stick burning; once extinguished, participants must rise and leave.
This competition was much quieter, with not a sound in the air.
Some people scratched their heads in frustration, others were on pins and needles, and some glanced around nervously.
The man in gray sat quietly, writing swiftly, and it wasn't long before his paper was filled with mementoes of sturdy and lean script.
The stick of incense burned away in what felt like an instant. Half of the participants' papers were spotless, while a small minority had scribbles in large, messy writing, their content left to interpretation.
About half an incense time later, someone brought over a list.
