Without answering Ye Lüsu, Lin Beiya ignored his question and tossed out the point that interested him.
"My teacher ordered me to form the Martial Soul Hall Team and compete in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament three years from now."
"Defeat me, and you can be the captain."
"If you lose, join my team."
Ye Lüsu was slightly startled. So the Pope had sent Lin Beiya to the academy to select members for the Martial Soul Team.
He didn't deny that Lin Beiya was exceptionally talented, but the other boy was only ten. Wasn't this too soon?
The next Soul Master Tournament should have been when Lin Beiya truly shone.
But things had come to this, and Ye Lüsu had no time to worry about all that. The captaincy of the Martial Soul Hall Team was exactly the position he craved. If he could lead the team to reclaim the Soul Master Tournament championship they had lost, his name would ring out across the land, and his future would be bright.
If defeating Lin Beiya was all it took to claim the captaincy, there was no need to hold anything back. As long as the Pope approved, his reputation would be enough to win everyone over.
"Looks like I'll have to teach you some humility, junior."
"Defeat me, and lecture me all you want. Until then, spare me the chatter."
The air grew tense. The students below the arena who were annoyed by Lin Beiya's arrogance began holding their breath, eager to see what kind of strength this junior, hailed as Lin the Invincible, possessed.
Only Shi Nuo, Yu Quan, and the others remained confident in Lin Beiya. That faith had been built on countless crushing victories.
The vast majority didn't believe Lin Beiya could beat Ye Lüsu.