"Alright, Level Three. Next, five puppets."
Seeing how swiftly and cleanly Ye Lin had handled it, a flicker of amazement flashed through the middle-aged man's eyes before his expression turned solemn again.
Five puppets, still within a single breath.
"Alright, Senior. You are now Level Four. Next comes the main event—eighteen puppets."
Heavy thuds rang out one after another as eighteen puppets, each possessing the combat strength of a ninth-layer Golden Immortal, surrounded Ye Lin at the very center.
Yet it was still as effortless as before.
As the cry of a sword rang out once more, all eighteen puppets were directly shredded into nothingness by Sword Qi.
"Alright, Senior. You are now Level Five."
"This is your badge."
The middle-aged man's tone became even more respectful, and the smile on his face widened.
He respectfully took out a golden badge and handed it to Ye Lin.
"Alright."
Ye Lin handed him the white badge, then casually placed the golden one into his Spatial Ring.
"N-No, it was that easy?"
Wang Fugui, standing to the side, was dumbfounded by the sight.
Leveling up was really this easy?
A Level Five challenger was already among the very top figures in the Ten Thousand Races Arena, with an extremely lofty status.
And now, in merely a few breaths, Ye Lin had gone from Level One to Level Five?
Then what did Wang Fugui's more than hundred years of struggling to remain at Level Two amount to?
"Why don't you give it a try?"
The middle-aged man looked at Wang Fugui and said loudly.
When facing Ye Lin and when facing Wang Fugui, the middle-aged man was practically two different people.
"Sure, I'll try. Set the puppets to the True Immortal realm for me."
"Alright. One attempt costs one thousand Supreme Immortal Stones."