Lying on the bed, Lan Xuanyu turned onto his side after finishing his cultivation and fell into a deep sleep. Lin Yuan, meanwhile, rested both hands behind his head, his mind caught in a storm of thoughts.
He considered his next plan.
He would put Sin Planet aside for now. The most urgent matter was to become proficient in controlling Shinra Tensei, then participate in the Soul Fighting Tournament.
I refuse to believe that now that I've entered the second ring, I still won't be able to beat a Soul King even if I get matched against one next time!
That's it. Sleep!
Lin Yuan closed his eyes and instantly drifted off.
The next day, Lin Yuan and Lan Xuanyu got up and washed. After seeing Lan Xuanyu off to school, Lin Yuan returned home and immediately sat inside the Simulation Pod.
With a flash of light, Lin Yuan entered the Douluo World and arrived at the Soul Fighting Arena once more.
Seeing the masked Lin Yuan return, the staff member recalled yesterday's battle and could not help asking:
"You're fighting again?"
"Mm."
The staff member spoke earnestly.
"Your matchmaking time may not be short this time. You've already won nine consecutive matches, you know? I just checked your hidden rating. It has already surpassed 200 points, breaking the Soul Fighting Arena record for those under twenty. Although you haven't entered the top hundred rankings, many people already consider you the true uncrowned king."
At this point, the staff member paused.
"For the sake of its win rate, the Smart Brain will definitely match you against opponents above your level."
A hidden rating could be understood as the overall score in Honor of Kings. It was a comprehensive judgment based on one's performance in battle!
Seventy points represented the level of an ordinary Soul Master, roughly meeting the average standard among Soul Masters of the same rank.
Above eighty points, one could already be considered an expert. Even professional players smurfing only averaged around one hundred to one hundred and twenty points.
But what about Lin Yuan?
He had reached two hundred points!
In other words, compared to those professional smurfs, his battlefield performance was far superior!
He had already become the sort of person the Smart Brain heavily monitored and punished!
Is that so?
Lin Yuan muttered inwardly and immediately selected matchmaking.
The next second, light flashed around him, and he actually vanished from the spot.
Seeing this, the staff member's pupils shrank as he muttered to himself:
"How could this be? How could he have matched so quickly?! Could it be that someone set Zoffy up, with people waiting all along to challenge him?"
The Soul Fighting Arena was abuzz with voices.
The next moment, the sky suddenly darkened. The Big Dipper formed its formation once more, and a massive figure appeared in the sky. As an ethereal melody rang out, a figure in white robes and a white mask appeared in the Soul Fighting Arena.
The instant Lin Yuan appeared, the atmosphere in the arena undoubtedly reached its peak!
"Zoffy! A true genius!"
"Zoffy, ten victories! Ten victories! Continue your undefeated legend!"
"Will Zoffy win? I've wagered ten percent of my Douluo Coins on you!"
Within the Soul Fighting Arena, Lin Yuan used his spiritual power to sense his surroundings.
He discovered that the spectator stands of this Soul Fighting Arena were not large. At a rough glance, there were only a little over forty seats.
Yet without question, every one of those seats was occupied.
They were far away, and in order to protect the spectators' privacy, Lin Yuan could not see them clearly through his spiritual power. He could only make out that aside from a few people in casual clothes, everyone else wore green clothing.
Green clothes?
Lin Yuan frowned deeply in disgust.
What company had designed these team-building uniforms? Why were they so ugly?!
There was even such a large empty area in the center. Could they be planning to use his fame to pull in a few sponsors?
After the Soul Fighting Tournament ended, he would ask that staff member whether he could collect some advertising fees or something.
Lin Yuan silently thought to himself.
In the spectator stands, Hua Linhan, Lin Yuan's old opponent from last time, saw that familiar mask. Hua Linhan had a head of flamboyantly colored long hair.
His previously gloomy face instantly became excited, even somewhat hysterical.
"It's him! Hahahahaha! It's that bastard! Teacher, it's him!!"
As Hua Linhan spoke, he actually began to lose his mind, looking as though he might leap over the spectator stands and rush forward.
"Junior, be rational, be rational. Isn't your teacher here?" Zheng Longjiang, beside Hua Linhan, tightly held him back.
"Rational? How am I supposed to be rational? I've been carrying high-interest debt for an entire year!"
"And damn it, aren't the people here all Shrek students this time? Why is Zoffy's reputation so high?!"
"Ahem, because many senior and junior students admire Zoffy. Especially after the match where he fought you—he instantly defeated you without even revealing his Soul Rings. Now my classmates all think your first-year class might be the weakest first-year class in Shrek's history... especially you, the class president."
Hua Linhan could no longer hold it together. He seemed to have already foreseen that for all six years at Shrek, he would be nailed firmly to the pillar of shame.
"Let go of me, let go!"
"I'll fight Zoffy to the death!"
Hua Linhan roared.
"Junior, calm down, calm down!"
Zheng Longjiang looked pitifully at the beautiful woman beside him, who had short red hair and sat with her legs crossed.
Smack!
The woman impatiently slapped away Hua Linhan's hand as it reached wildly beyond the spectator stands.
"As a student of Shrek Academy, you lost so thoroughly. Aren't you ashamed?"
Hua Linhan rubbed the reddened mark on his hand and said aggrievedly:
"Dean, this isn't my fault. I truly didn't expect to get matched against an upperclassman. Zoffy's Soul Skill was too strange. He didn't even reveal his Soul Rings, so I had no idea which Soul Skill Gathered Stabs into a Spear was."
"Enough. This Zoffy isn't a student of Shrek Academy, much less your upperclassman."
Ying Luohong crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Hua Linhan froze.
"Not an upperclassman?"
"That's right. Shrek Academy investigated yesterday and asked every high-level Soul Master academy around us. There isn't a single student named Zoffy. Therefore, the academy believes Zoffy may be a hidden identity, and his age may be even younger than all of us expected..."
At this point, Ying Luohong raised a faint smile.
"Now this is interesting. If he truly is very young, then when he participates in Shrek Academy's future selection, who knows what brilliance he will display? Many teachers have already heard this news and plan to stop teaching after finishing with you all, just so they can wait for Zoffy's class in the future."
As she spoke, Ying Luohong's tone grew excited.
"When the time comes, I must personally observe this little fellow. He truly is far too talented. No, talent alone is not enough to describe him. No genius has ever been able to defeat upperclassmen before enrollment without the resources of Shrek Academy."
"So, Dean, what are you trying to say?"
Hua Linhan's voice was weak. Wasn't she supposed to avenge him? Why was she only praising Zoffy?
"Look at how pathetic you are."
Ying Luohong shot Hua Linhan an irritated glance.
"This time, I've sent one of your senior sisters to test Zoffy's true capabilities and see exactly where his limits lie."
"A senior sister? Which one?"
"Ling Yiyi, who possesses the Holy Angel martial soul. A five-ring Soul King, a fourth-year student who has undergone a true life-and-death examination. And I've wagered half my Douluo Coins on Ling Yiyi."
Ying Luohong said this casually.
Hua Linhan stood there blankly. Who was that?
Only Zheng Longjiang fell silent.
Ling Yiyi.
This name was known by virtually everyone in Shrek Academy's outer court.
Because she was an exceptionally rare support-type Soul Master. No, she could not even be regarded simply as a healing-type Soul Master.
She often used support-type abilities to anesthetize her opponents.
With her offensive methods, ordinary assault-type Soul Masters were simply no match for her!
There were even rumors that the inner court had already taken notice of her.
"The dean actually sent Senior Ling..." Zheng Longjiang muttered.
In the Soul Fighting Arena, Lin Yuan looked at the girl who had entered.
The girl appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen. She had purple hair, delicate features, and a dignified bearing. A gentle smile always lingered in her brows and eyes.
Without realizing it, Lin Yuan felt as though a spring breeze had washed over him.
Meanwhile, the fighting spirit in his heart steadily diminished. He even felt the urge to stay up all night talking intimately with her.
This woman was actually terrifyingly formidable!
"Ling Yiyi. Martial soul: Healing Angel. Level 59 support-type Soul Master."
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