"I don't think his chances of winning are high. Even though he took first in the first two matches, he should be no match for Xiao Qitian in this third round."
"That's right. Xiao Qitian is an eighth-level Great Grandmaster despite his young age. Zhao Dong doesn't stand a chance."
As the crowd murmured amongst themselves, the third round of the competition began. The participants went on stage to draw lots.
"Kid, I hope you draw me!" Xiao Qitian said arrogantly, reaching into the box. He drew ball number one, which was pitted against ball number two.
Zhao Dong just smiled faintly. "I hope you don't draw me. I want to see you make it to the final round." With that, he reached in and drew a lot.
Ball number five! A bye!
