The second elimination round of the Continental Advanced Youth Soul Master Tournament had ended. Forty-two teams advanced to the third round. Among those forty-two teams, only thirty-two of them could enter the round-robin stage. That would be dependent on their performance in the third elimination round.

　　Victory would ensure progression into the round-robin stage. Even if they failed, they still had an opportunity to fight for points in an additional qualifier round. After the last two elimination rounds, some of the weaker teams were showing signs of fatigue even though they had made it through. Their team members were hurt, and there were fewer of them who could compete, along with other reasons that weakened their chances of progressing in future rounds. These const.i.tuted huge problems for them!

　　Such problems didn't exist for the Tang Sect. However, the atmosphere within the sect became tenser after the lot-drawing for the third elimination round was completed.

　　Xu Sans.h.i.+ lowered his head to look at his right hand, and a weird expression appeared on his face.

　　Huo Yuhao patted his shoulder and said, "Third senior, it's fine. You can't be blamed."