"Please draw your number."

At this moment, the waiter had already pushed the wooden box over, and Xiao Xi took a deep breath before reaching into the box to pull out a ping pong ball, hiding it without showing anyone.

"It's your turn."

Xiao Xi turned and looked at Tie Xuan.

Tie Xuan made a sound of acknowledgment and reached in to grab a ping pong ball. Since the number was inside the ball, he wouldn't know which one he picked anyway, so it didn't matter which one he grabbed.

After Tie Xuan, it was Li Feng's turn.

Just as Xiao Xi had said, this method of drawing lots made it hard to know one's opponent before the match, maintaining a degree of secrecy.

"Do you know what number he drew yet?"

At this moment, in another room, Wang Jinkun asked a computer genius.

"Mr. Wang, this is a piece of cake. The ball Li Feng drew is number seven."

"Number seven, huh, excellent."

Wang Jinkun sneered repeatedly, "What about Hua Wushuang and the others?" He continued to ask while watching the surveillance screen on the computer.

"Nineteen, twenty-three, fifty-six."

The computer genius then pushed his thick black glasses up and said to Wang Jinkun, "Mr. Wang, what opponents do you want to arrange for these people?"

"According to the list I gave you before, rearrange the match list for me."

Wang Jinkun smirked at the other person.

"You can ensure everything's foolproof, right? Don't ruin my plans at the crucial moment."

"Rest assured, Mr. Wang, I'm a professional at cheating, and haven't we already tested it a few times before with no mistakes?"

Wang Jinkun snorted, "Better be. Once this is done, your bonus will be transferred, and you'll stay in Hawaii for ten to fifteen days. Until the tournament is over, you'd better not come back."

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I wouldn't want to return anyway with the beaches and bikinis in Hawaii, which are my favorites."

The computer expert's lips curled into a lascivious smile, but his hands moved without pause.

"All done."

Wang Jinkun hummed a response and had his bodyguard escort the person out, raising a glass of wine while watching the drawing scene.

"Go against me, and I'll play you to death."

Wang Jinkun said, gulping down his drink.

Although the lot drawing appeared fair, it was actually orchestrated by Wang Jinkun himself. The ping pong balls had markings on them, which the device in the wooden box detected when drawn.

By recording the order of the draws, the numbers could be matched accordingly.

The drawing machine on stage seemed synchronized, but it was, in fact, slower than the off-stage process, only drawing four or five numbers by then.

Additionally, the drawing machine had been reprogrammed, and the balls inside were rigged so that whichever one was meant to be drawn would be.

The contestants holding the ping pong balls didn't open them on the spot, keeping them in hand without revealing their numbers.

Wang Jinkun had already calculated everything and arranged the match order using the drawing machine.

The numbers continued to be drawn from the machine on stage, gradually filling the bottom row of the matchup pyramid. In over an hour, all sixty-four numbers were listed.

"All the match numbers have been sorted. Does anyone present have any objections to the results?"

The host loudly addressed the audience below.

"If there are no objections, the matchup table will become official, and subsequent matches will proceed according to this promotion table."

"The Martial Arts Tournament is scheduled for tomorrow at nine in the morning at the World Martial Arts Arena. The matchup chart will be distributed to everyone later, and if there's nothing else, you're dismissed."

None of the contestants raised objections. On the surface, the drawing seemed fair and just, and they only knew the order of contests without knowing their own numbers, so they naturally refrained from declaring unfairness.

After all, before the actual start, they had no idea who their opponent was.

Some contestants turned and left, keeping a distance even from those they had previously conversed with eagerly.

"Is it necessary?"

Tie Xuan watched everyone with a hint of disdain, "Tomorrow you'll find out your opponent sooner or later."

Xiao Xi turned to Tie Xuan, "If you think so, then show me your number, and I promise not to tell anyone?"

Tie Xuan turned to Xiao Xi, "So, will you show me yours?"

Xiao Xi rolled her eyes.

"In your dreams."

"I think it's best not to ask. Although we'll fight tomorrow, revealing your number now might reach the opponent's ears. While the impact isn't great, knowing the opponent in advance might allow for targeted preparations."

Huang Shuyao said from behind.

"Yes, senior sister is right. There's no need to spoil the harmony over this. Keeping it secret adds a bit of suspense, doesn't it?"

Li Bielang added.

They chatted as they left the conference hall.

"To my fellow brothers and sisters, here's wishing you all good luck in tomorrow's preliminary competition, and may everyone make it to the top thirty-two."

Just as they exited the meeting hall, they ran into Wang Jinkun again.

With a face full of well-wishes, Wang Jinkun looked at Hua Wushuang, who, uninterested in engaging, just continued.

The members of the Xingyi Sect followed Hua Wushuang's lead and ignored him, passing by, leaving Wang Jinkun feeling slighted. He coldly laughed and glanced at Li Feng.

This guy dared to ruin his plan and show off in front of him.

"Li, hope you don't lose too badly tomorrow."

Wang Jinkun sneered before turning away briskly.

"Hmph, what's Wang Jinkun's deal?"

Li Feng squinted as he watched Wang Jinkun's retreating form, "Did you see him in the meeting hall?"

"Hmm?"

Xiao Xi and Tie Xuan exchanged a glance and turned to Li Feng.

"Honestly, I didn't notice," Tie Xuan scratched his head. The meeting hall had been filled with dozens of unfamiliar faces, so who could remember them all?

Xiao Xi also frowned slightly.

"Li Feng, did you discover something?"

Wang Jinkun was also a contestant, but if he wasn't at the scene, how did he pick a number? Maybe he didn't need to draw; the leftover one would be his.

But something felt off.

Li Feng shook his head, "It's nothing, just find Wang Jinkun a bit annoying."

"Alright, let's head back to our rooms and see you at tomorrow's Martial Arts Tournament."

With that, Li Feng turned and left.

Back in his room, Li Feng examined the ping pong ball he had drawn. From the outside, there was nothing to see. He squeezed it open to reveal a plastic number inside.

Number seven.

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