Time passes quickly.
Order gradually returned to the city of Helinx. Although the reconstruction of the city still required a lot of time and effort, the Grand Arena was now repaired.
The finals of the King's Martial Arts Competition, which had been suspended, was also resumed at this time.
The number of spectators coming to watch the game did not decrease due to the previous incidents. On the contrary, the number increased!
Perhaps, as the parliament said, it is precisely because people have experienced hardships that they need a window to vent, and there is no better place to release emotions than this ceremony...
At this time, the contestants are waiting in the room.
George brought a box of numbered balls.
"It depends on your luck~!"
"Whoever draws the last number gets a bye! Who's going first?"
The seven contestants looked at each other, and no one took immediate action.
"You go first."
"No, you should go first..."
Everyone was being courteous to others because after having fought side by side, the seven people who were once competitors had become friendly with each other.
It is also conceivable that today's final will be the day with the highest quality of contestants since the start of the King's Martial Arts Ceremony.
"In my opinion, since you can't decide, then let's go by age ratio, with the younger ones given priority!"
George suggested.
“That’s fine.”
"That's it."
“… …”
Everyone nodded.
So Hulim was the first to touch the ball, then Violet, and then... Luigi?!
Hulim was a little surprised. She didn't expect Luggie to be only in his early twenties. Compared with most of the contestants who had already reached the limit of the competition conditions, he was indeed young.
As for the remaining four, they are all at the maximum age.
After all, every extra year means one more year of experience, so it is natural for them to have an advantage in strength. In comparison, the three people named Hulim who are ahead of them are a rare case.
Before long, all seven people completed the drawing.
"Okay, you can take the ball apart now."
At George's signal, the seven people took apart the balls they touched, took out the notes inside, and opened them.
"Well, number 1, a good number, but it's a pity I didn't win!"
"Haha, I didn't win either!"
"Neither have I..."
George looked at the seven men.
"So, who among you drew number seven?"
"Well, I got it."
Hulim raised her hand, holding a piece of paper with a big "7" written on it.
... ...
"good!"
"come on!"
“Go ahead…”
There were more than 100,000 spectators in the Grand Arena, who were cheering loudly and cheering for the athletes fighting on the field.
In the VIP room of the White Cat Royal Family, Hulim, who should have been receiving cheers on the field, was now leisurely drinking tea and watching others perform.
"Xulim, you're so lucky! You won right away!"
Miko said with some envy.
I don't know whether I envy Hulim for advancing to the semi-finals, or simply envy Hulim's luck.
"It's not all good... Although being able to advance directly byes seems great, if the byes are eliminated as soon as they take the court, there will be criticism about whether they are truly qualified to advance to the semi-finals. At that time, it might be worse to not be drawn at all and be eliminated directly in the quarter-finals."
"Uh... not really, right?"
"That's what happens. If this happens to you, would you feel ashamed?"
"Hmm...it seems so! I'd definitely feel bad if people thought I was just lucky!"
"Yeah, that's right, so this isn't really just luck."
"Yeah... huh???"
Mi Ke felt something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on it for a moment.
It took her a long time to react.
"Wait! That's not right... Hulim, are you going to be eliminated in the semifinals? That's impossible!"
“… …”
Micko finally discovered where the problem lay. The fundamental condition for what Hulim said to be true was that she would lose!
But is this possible?!
Mi Ke looked up and down at the girl who was about the same height as him, and even a few months younger.
Suddenly I felt a sense of frustration.
What's going on?
This feeling of failure that makes me feel like a waste...
"? Miko, what's wrong with you? Does your stomach hurt?"
"No... no, let's just focus on watching the game..."
"?"
A question mark popped up in Hulim's head, but she quickly put it behind her.
... ...
A few hours later.
The quarterfinals are over.
Although there were only three games, it unexpectedly lasted a long time.
This is all thanks to Luigi Sloan.
Thanks to him, the newly established friendship among the eight players began to crack.
I just wonder if the parliament is regretting its decision now and continuing with the ceremony.
Because people seem to be in an even worse mood.
but... ...
The fact that people are being cursed so harshly shows that the public mood has been successfully changed, right?
It's a subtle change from frustration to anger...
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