The next morning, two suns hung over the Qin Kingdom, and the weather was pleasant.
Day had barely broken when the crowds around the arena began to stir.
Over a million contestants had arrived yesterday. Fewer than ten thousand had died in the arena, and most of the rest had not left immediately. Training could wait a day; everyone wanted to see who would make it into the Holy Land.
Lin Zhen, in particular, drew even more attention after what had happened the night before.
Someone else might have withdrawn in shame after that, but no one thought Lin Zhen would.
To the people of the Qin Kingdom, he was a villain through and through. His skin was probably thicker than the barrier between the Origin Realm and the New Realm. Pulling a stunt like that was hardly surprising, so why would shame make him withdraw?
To be fair, Lin Zhen sometimes got a raw deal. It was probably not just the people of Qin; people from other countries likely had little good to say about him either.
There was Little Phoenix, the Crown Princess, his status as a wanted criminal, the fall of the Nanliang Imperial Family, and the fall of the Qin imperial family. Now he had tried to bribe someone. The man would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.
But a bad reputation had its advantages. People took this latest affair almost in stride.
Still, many were convinced the match would be rigged.
They would watch Lin Zhen closely. If anything seemed wrong, they would demand that the Holy Land disqualify him.
At last, it was time for the match.
Lin Zhen stepped onto the stage to a chorus of boos.
The noise around him was ugly, most of it accusing him of cheating,