There were a total of one hundred twenty-eight youths between the ages of thirteen and sixteen in the Zhaang Mansion. Two days later, the first round of the competition came to an end, and the top sixty-four contestants were decided. Next, the Zhaang Family would hold a draw to let these sixty-four youths determine their opponents by lot.
Zhaang Ye had spent the past two days continuing his Cultivation with Body Tempering Pills and Body Refining Pills, so he arrived rather late. By the time he got to the training grounds for the draw, it was already almost over.
Zhaang Ye casually drew a lot and glanced at it. He saw two large words written on it: "Match Seven."
Zhaang Ye walked over to the Steward's station with the wooden slip, just about to ask who his opponent was when a coarse voice boomed out, "Zhaang Ye, don't bother looking. You drew Match Seven, and I drew Match Seven, too. In other words, your opponent is me."
Following the voice, a tall figure walked over.
