"I now announce the start of the semifinal ranking battle. The twenty-nine of you can now choose your challengers and draw lots for the order."
The twenty-nine people quickly completed the drawing of lots.
"I want to challenge Number 30!"
Number 30, Zhang Zong from Gaoshan City, showed a hint of helplessness. Among the thirty-one participants, he seemed to be the weakest. He must win the upcoming battle impressively, or else more challengers will inevitably come after him.
Zhang Zong took a deep breath and revealed his weapon, a sword that resembled an eight-sided Han sword.
"Let's first see the strength of this Zhang Zong."
Many on the challenger's side were very focused, as the upcoming match concerned their chance to get into the top thirty and obtain the pre-selection qualification. Everyone would undoubtedly give it their all.
"Alright, next is Number 45 versus Number 30, both sides please prepare."
