While they spoke, the third round began.0

Once again, the bucket with all the slips was brought to the students. Of the 46 victors, some were too weakened to continue and gave up. After all, they had fought two fights in such a short period of time. Those who had faced opponents with similar strength as themselves would be too exhausted to recover in a short period of time.1

That was especially true for the ones who had fought toward the end of the second round. Even the victors of those matches were only participating in the third round hoping to get lucky during the draw. If they were lucky enough to draw a late match, they might be able to rest longer. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to keep fighting.0

Su Yu stared at the bucket for a while before shooting the instructor holding the bucket a glance. Suddenly, he looked behind the instructor and his eyes widened in shock. The instructor's expression changed and he hurriedly looked behind him.0

But there was nothing there. When he looked in front of him again, Su Yu had already drawn his slip of paper with a smile on his face, as though nothing had happened earlier.7

Silence descended. Nobody had anything to say. The instructor...0