Before arriving at the training grounds, Lin Yichen had been feeling uneasy.
This was the first time a Titled Douluo had specifically called him out for a match.
And he had just finished fighting Feng Xiaotian that morning, crushing a weaker opponent. Now, was he the one about to be crushed? The contrast left a bitter taste in his mouth.
But unlike Lin Yichen, Gu Douluo was exceptionally excited.
The aura within Lin Yichen had made his martial soul stir and even undergo a kind of sublimation. He could feel his martial soul cheering with delight.
He even had an inexplicable feeling.
If he interacted with Lin Yichen more often, he might be able to break through the shackles of rank ninety-five.
Then, at last, he would no longer be so miserable in front of Chen Xin.
"Kid Lin, your aura really is interesting. Don't hold back later. Just come at me."
After saying that, Gu Rong even quickened his pace.
His anticipation was obvious.
Ning Fengzhi's voice drifted around Lin Yichen's ears as he gently patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't be nervous. Uncle Gu is a very kind man. Just focus on the fight later. He won't hurt you."
For some reason, Lin Yichen felt a slight sense of security from Ning Fengzhi's words.
Perhaps it was because he was the leader of a sect.
Upon reaching the training grounds, the first thing they saw was the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's branch families sparring and exchanging pointers.
The scene was bustling and lively.
Lin Yichen took a closer look. Sure enough, he recognized none of them. They were all minor characters from the original work.
The most eye-catching one among them was an elderly man with white hair, playing beside Ning Rongrong.
His head