The flashing stopped. One, two, three, four; four golden numbers appeared around clusters of portraits each. These were the groups for the next round.
Group One: Titan, Ji Mu, Bing Yu, Zeus
Group Two: The Pharmacist, Jiang Yuan, Chi Tianjiao, Qian Bian
Group Three: Yan Ningya, the Driver, Cao Shuiqin, Jun Yongye
Group Four: Constantine, Xuanyuan Shishi, Windshadow, Blackmoon
Lan Jue’s face was hidden beneath the mask, but the pupils of his eyes contracted when he saw who he would be facing. He couldn’t stop his eyes from turning to the mountainous man who sat nearby. This wasn’t the worst group Lan Jue couldn’t gotten, but it was close.
Defeat was a real possibility, with the Wolf King and Titan as his opponents. However, the tide of competition had washed away all but the strongest challengers. He wasn’t the only one bemoaning his luck, to be sure. In fact, none of the Avenue denizens had to fight one another, so the end result was good for them.
