Personal Strength

Standing on the stage, the contestants were unaware of what was going to happen. They knew it was a knock-out tournament, but who would fight who?

Although they were curious, no one spoke. Instead, they stood politely on stage and looked at the judges with veneration. They waited with bated breath to hear what was going to happen.

The minutes passed as everyone sat down one after another and this made the wait feel a lot longer than it truly was.

The sun shone down from a cloud-free sky on this day with perfect weather, and the tournament was almost ready to be started.

Seeing the last person sitting down, Yanluo stood up and waved his hand. In the air, in front of him, a small silver cauldron appeared, and it flew towards the stage.

"Everyone, within this cauldron are eight pieces of paper. Each piece has a number from one to four. There is two of each number."

"Those with the same numbers will fight each other. Now pick."