Not a single breath was heard as the whole stadium lapsed into deathly silence. Everyone’s vision converged onto the ring of light, as well as the bodies of the four people surrounding it.
Lights flickered, and then the drawing stopped.
Once everyone saw that the drawing of lots had concluded, they couldn’t help but exhale a sharp breath. Yang Wenzhao went into a daze, so did Long Haochen.
A hint of helplessness appeared in the corners of Long Haochen’s mouth. Faintly lowering his head, the event he was most reluctant to see unfold actually happened. Looking at the exact same golden lusters shining on both his and Cai’er’s bodies, he felt his throat go dry.
“What were the results?” Cai’er asked in a soft voice.
“Your opponent is me.” Long Haochen answered with a bit of difficulty.
“Oh.” Cai’er answered simply, as if she didn’t care a single bit about this result. On the contrary, she directly gripped onto Long Haochen’s hand.
