"Oh my God! Xiao Qian and I are actually going to face each other."

Wu Fangyue looked at the matchup chart in disbelief. Although both she and Zhou Xiaoqian had their own opponents in the top 100 to 50 rounds, as long as they both made it to the top 50, it would be their turn to compete for a spot in the finals.

"It seems a bit cruel, but it doesn’t really matter. The fact that we’ve gotten this far is already a surprise; whether or not we advance doesn’t really matter to me."

Zhou Xiaoqian held Tang Ming’s arm with a nonchalant expression.

"Hehe, my woman should have this kind of grace."

Tang Ming grinned and gently pinched Zhou Xiaoqian’s chin.

"The two of you only made it into the top 100 by luck, and the upcoming competitions can’t be faked; they must rely on genuine strength for the showdowns. I estimate you’ll be eliminated in the first round."

Hua Yingjie looked oddly at the two girls while holding a notebook: "It seems like your luck is not very good. All your opponents in the first round tomorrow are from the Medical Immortal Workshop."

"Is this really happening?"

Tang Ming was puzzled, "Who are they?"

"Wu Fangyue’s opponent is named Zhao Youfa, the one now standing next to Bai Shengqi, while Zhou Xiaoqian’s opponent is named Liu Guang, one of the people who was on the plane with Lv Dai."

Hua Yingjie quickly raised his hand to point into the crowd.

"Is it really such a coincidence? All three have run into Xiaoqian?"

Tang Ming twitched at the corner of his mouth, finding it unbelievably coincidental.

"Yes, it is quite a coincidence, so their odds don’t look good unless..."

Hua Yingjie looked at Tang Ming with a strange expression.

"Don’t look at me; I’m not a deity. It’s all up to their performance tomorrow."

Tang Ming quickly shook his head, sighing inwardly, "Xiaoqian is really lucky. If it weren’t for always running into people from the Medical Immortal Workshop, she would definitely not have gotten this far. Now it seems she might even reach the finals."

"I’m indifferent about it. Whatever will be, will be."

Zhou Xiaoqian grinned carelessly.

"Tang Ming, I’m now a bit worried about your opponent as well."

Hua Yingjie suddenly looked at Tang Ming with concern: "Your opponent seems to be quite mysterious."

"Which one? The opponent tomorrow morning is Zhang Baobao; the name suggests she’s a woman, right?"

Tang Ming frowned uncertainly.

"Yes! See that scruffy long-haired girl over there? That’s Zhang Baobao."

Hua Yingjie immediately pointed out a girl in the crowd.

"She looks a bit messy, but one shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. There shouldn’t be an issue, right?"

Tang Ming queried with a frown.

"I don’t know if there’s an issue, but what I do know is that she should be with Zhang Chuming."

Hua Yingjie explained with his notebook: "After tomorrow’s first round, he will meet Zhang Chuming, effectively having to face his own people. It seems the organizers of the medical competition are well aware of our situation, deliberately arranging particularly close individuals to go against each other."

"It must be a coincidence; otherwise, why didn’t you and Tang Ming face off?"

Zhou Xiaoqian immediately raised an objection.

This..."

Hua Yingjie was instantly at a loss for words.

"Zhang Chuming? That young man who looks like a little thug?"

Tang Ming frowned, looking at a long-haired but quite handsome youth standing next to Zhang Baobao.

"Don’t underestimate him; I can’t figure this guy out."

Hua Yingjie warned seriously.

"I haven’t paid much attention. What skills does he have?"

Tang Ming grew interested.

"I can’t say exactly, but he seemingly hasn’t seriously made a move so far. In previous rounds, he either insulted his opponents with words or infuriated them to mess up, yet he always managed to barely win, albeit mysteriously."

Hua Yingjie described with apprehension.

"How interesting! No matter what tricks they play, I will definitely not let them advance together."

Tang Ming said confidently.

"Why?"

Wu Fangyue asked Tang Ming with puzzlement.

"Because Tang Ming will surely beat that Zhang Baobao."

Zhou Xiaoqian rolled her eyes.

The group then learned the rules for tomorrow’s match, officially dispersed, and left the venue to prepare for tomorrow.

After dinner, just as Tang Ming and Zhou Xiaoqian were about to fool around, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Tang Ming grumpily went to open the door.

"It’s me."

Meng Xianjun appeared at the door with a serious expression.

"What’s the matter? You’ve been eliminated, so why do you look so grim?"

Tang Ming looked at Meng Xianjun with confusion.

"Let’s talk inside."

Meng Xianjun pushed Tang Ming aside and directly barged into the room.

"Hey, that’s too much!"

Tang Ming shouted in dissatisfaction. Zhou Xiaoqian hadn’t dressed yet.

Zhou Xiaoqian nervously curled up in the blanket, watching Tang Ming and Meng Xianjun with frustration.

"I’ve found something strange."

Meng Xianjun sat on the sofa with an unpleasant face after entering the room.

"What do you mean?"

Tang Ming looked puzzled.

"While you’ve been busy with the medical competition, I, as someone who got eliminated, have had nothing to do and found many Martial Arts masters hidden in Goose City."

Meng Xianjun furrowed his brows, "The medical competition should be a small festivity within the medical world, but why is there so much Martial Arts interest? Being interested is one thing, but why are they all acting so secretively?"

"What’s this about?"

Hearing this, Tang Ming looked puzzled too.

"I came to tell you that there must be some conspiracy behind the medical competition. Think about it; every past medical competition has been quite popular, but the winners have all inexplicably disappeared. It’s definitely not coincidental."

Meng Xianjun touched his chin, speaking with utmost certainty.

"Didn’t they say that the top few in the medical competition were recruited by Martial Arts powers? What’s suspicious about that?"

Tang Ming blinked his eyes, though he felt uneasy, having previously discussed this without coming to any negative conclusions.

"Even if recruited, it shouldn’t be without any news, right? And now with so many Martial Arts forces mixed in, I feel the medical competition itself might be a conspiracy. Why don’t you guys just withdraw?"

Meng Xianjun hesitated and suggested.

"Are you kidding? After coming this far, quitting now would mean wasting all our efforts."

Tang Ming looked speechlessly at Meng Xianjun, "Don’t worry, I’m Tang Ming, unafraid as long as I’m here, no conspiracy can harm me."

"Won’t you at least consider Zhou Xiaoqian and the others?"

Meng Xianjun gave Tang Ming an annoyed look.

"They... should be safe, right? After all, no reports of injuries have ever surfaced from previous medical competitions, right?"

Tang Ming opened his mouth, face growing solemn as well.