Divine Seal: I, the Grim Reaper, am kept by the yandere Cai'er.

Chapter 45 The Edge of the Semifinals!

The atmosphere on the podium was even more "lively".

"Hahahaha!"

Shadow Wind, the deputy hall master of the Assassin's Temple, had completely abandoned his composure as a big shot.

He put his hands on his hips, threw his head back and laughed wildly. His old face was so big from laughing that it looked like a rotten chrysanthemum in full bloom, with wrinkles almost squeezing together.

"Old Han! Old Lin! Did you see that? Huh? Did you see that?!" Ying Suifeng slammed his fist on the table arrogantly, spitting everywhere. "Our Assassin's Temple has taken two of the top four spots! Two! Hahahaha! This selection competition is practically a stage tailor-made for our Assassin's Temple!"

Hanci of the Knights Temple and Lin Chen of the Magic Temple had faces so dark they could practically drip ink.

Han Ci was so angry that his teeth itched.

Their Knights Temple had five people in the round of 16, but due to internal conflicts during the draw and various unexpected events, only two of them made it to the semifinals! This contrast is absolutely infuriating!

"Shadow, stop getting cocky!" Ren Wokuang from the Warrior's Temple sneered sourly. "That kid named Mu Ning just got lucky! Look at his progress, he hasn't encountered a single decent opponent! It was only today that big oaf Dian Yan underestimated him, which allowed him to slip through!"

"Hey, Lao Ren, I don't like hearing that." Ying Suifeng glared at him protectively, then retorted with a sneer, "What's wrong with luck? Luck is always an important part of strength! Besides, you all saw how ruthless Mu Ning was, trading injury for injury. Would a fourth-tier warrior from your Warrior Temple dare to charge headlong into a fifth-tier heavy sword? That's called courage! That's called guts!"

The other deputy hall masters, though still feeling a pang of jealousy, had no way to refute it.

Indeed, Mu Ning can be considered the "luckiest person" in this tournament.

He skillfully avoided monstrous talents like Long Haochen and Cai'er, and most of the opponents he encountered were quite ordinary.

But in today's battle, he also proved to everyone at a terrible cost that his ability to reach the semi-finals was not just due to luck.

Fortune will ultimately only favor those brave souls who dare to risk their lives.

The following day, at the Knights' Trial Grounds.

If the atmosphere in the quarterfinals was fiery, then today's semifinals were absolutely electrifying!

The air was thick with tension and anticipation; even breathing felt like it carried sparks.

The reason is simple: winning one match in today's semi-finals would guarantee a place in the top three.

The top three will have the qualification to dabble in the Spirit Furnace, a treasure coveted by all young professionals in the entire alliance!

Of course, everyone present knew that the so-called top three spots were essentially decided the moment the final four were announced.

Although Mu Ning of the Assassin's Temple made it into the semifinals at a terrible cost, he had already exhausted all his trump cards in that battle, which he fought with his life on the line. Now, he is covered in bandages and is in a state of serious injury, so he can hardly exert any fighting power.

Moreover, he was only at the peak of the fourth rank.

The other three, Yi Cai'er, Long Haochen, and Yang Wenzhao, are all super prodigies of the fifth rank or above!

Any one of these three individuals, if placed in a previous selection competition, would be a sure-fire champion!

This year's Demon Hunter Team selection competition has produced too many exceptionally talented individuals, making the competition the fiercest in a century.

However, for the league's top officials sitting on the podium, this was a great stroke of luck.

Looking at the energetic and sharp young faces below the arena, the eyes of these veteran powerhouses were filled with satisfaction and passion.

The stronger the younger generation, the greater the hope for humanity's future.

If these little guys can grow up smoothly, they will surely become the mainstay in resisting the demons.

In fact, the higher-ups even glimpsed in them the dawn of ending the demon race's more than six thousand years of dark rule!

At the edge of the trial arena, almost all the contestants who made it into the top sixty had gathered there early on.

They held their breath, eager to witness firsthand who would emerge victorious in this epic battle and claim the ultimate crown.

"The semi-final draw begins!"

A huge magical light screen flickered, and soon the first matchup list was finalized.

"The first match of the semifinals: Assassin Temple Mu Ning versus Knight Temple Long Haochen!"

Seeing this result, Mu Ning, sitting in the rest area, gave a helpless bitter smile.

He dragged his still-recovering body slowly onto the arena, looking at the handsome knight opposite him who radiated a holy aura and was as dazzling as the sun, without the slightest resentment in his eyes.

He knows his own limitations very well.

Even if he were still recovering from his serious injuries, he would still be no match for Long Haochen in terms of raw strength.

Relying on sheer courage and a bit of luck to make it into the semi-finals is already the greatest stroke of luck in his life, exceeding everyone's expectations, including his own.

"Referee," Mu Ning said calmly, raising his uninjured right hand, "I concede."

Both the players watching the game and the league executives on the podium felt that this result was a matter of course and accepted it naturally.

After all, Mu Ning was the only fourth-tier among the four, and he was seriously injured. Forcing a fight would only increase his injuries.

"Long Haochen wins the first match! He advances to the finals!"

As soon as the referee announced the start of the match, all eyes in the stadium turned to the upcoming second game.

Everyone unconsciously slowed their breathing.

"Semi-final second match: Assassin Temple Cai'er versus Knight Temple Yang Wenzhao! Please bring your players to the stage!"

Leaning on a green bamboo cane, her purple skirt fluttering, Cai'er walked calmly onto the arena like a solitary orchid, standing alone in the world.

Opposite her stood a tall, handsome young knight who exuded a strong sense of confidence and pride.

Yang Wenzhao! The undisputed leader of the younger generation of Knights Temple!

A Tier 5, Level 3 Retribution Knight! Possesses a rare Star Sea Spirit Furnace! His weapon is a pair of incredibly powerful Spirit Demon-grade greatswords!

Even more terrifying is that his mount is a level six magical beast—the Starry Unicorn, equivalent to a level five human powerhouse!

One human and one beast, both at the fifth tier! This configuration is simply outrageously luxurious!

"The match begins!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Yang Wenzhao decisively took half a step back, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and quickly chanted a spell to summon his mount.

Facing Cai'er, an unfathomable assassin, he did not underestimate her and was prepared to use his strongest forces right from the start.

However, will Cai'er give him this opportunity?