Ninety-ninth: Zhuo Haoxuan.
Notable battle: Fought a First Heaven quasi-Saint alone for three days and three nights. In the end, he was defeated and fled with grave injuries.
"Hiss~"
Upon seeing this battle record, Ye Lin sucked in a sharp breath.
A Daluo Golden Immortal at the peak fighting a First Heaven quasi-Saint?
And he could last for three days and three nights?
He even managed to escape in the end?
Was this for real?
Even he could not accomplish something like that.
But when Ye Lin remembered that Yun Qiyue had handed this to him, the doubts in his heart faded away.
This thing was probably real.
"The Eastern Region Top Hundred—the top hundred among countless great provinces. As expected, none of them have earned their fame for nothing."
"If I were to face him, what would my chances of winning be?"
Ye Lin formed hand seals with one hand and began calculating in silence.
If he encountered him, what would his odds of victory be?
Ninety-eighth: Xinru.
Notable battles: None for now.
Evaluation: Slaughters half-step quasi-Saints as if butchering dogs; kills Daluo Golden Immortals as easily as slaughtering chickens.
Although Xinru, ranked ninety-eighth, had no notable battles listed, that evaluation made Ye Lin frown deeply.
This arrogant?
The higher he went, the stronger they became.
The introductions to these people made the pressure on him multiply.
For a moment, Ye Lin felt pressure as vast as a mountain.
The confidence in his heart quietly bent beneath it.
With a grave expression, he began turning the pages.
Page after page.
Before he knew it, a day had passed.
Ye Lin still sat where he was, utterly motionless, doing nothing but turn the pages.
After reading it once, he read it a second time.
After reading it a second time,