Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Lin Ye slowly spoke. His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire Soul Fighting Arena.
"Lin Ye."
"Martial Soul, Dark Demon Evil God Tiger."
"Rank 38, assault-type Soul Elder."
???
The entire Soul Fighting Arena fell silent for a full three seconds.
Everyone stared blankly at Lin Ye on the stage, wondering whether they had heard wrong.
Rank... Rank 38?
A Soul Elder?
A level 38 Soul Elder wanted to challenge a level 49 Soul Ancestor?
And he had placed such a brutal bet?
After that brief silence, the entire Soul Fighting Arena erupted into unprecedented laughter!
"Hahahahaha! Did I hear that right? He really is only a three-ring Soul Elder."
"Pfft! I'm dying! A Soul Elder challenging a Soul Ancestor? Is this guy here to make us laugh?"
"I thought he had to be at least a Soul Ancestor in his forties, but... hahaha, no, I can't breathe from laughing!"
"A genius? This? Has Her Holiness the Pope gone senile and taken such a weirdo as her disciple?"
"This isn't a challenge anymore. This is suicide!"
For a moment, laughter and ridicule crashed mercilessly upon Lin Ye.
On the stage, after a moment of stunned disbelief, Yan also burst into wild laughter. He doubled over, nearly laughing himself to tears.
"Rank 38? Hahahaha! Lin Ye, are you some damn clown sent by monkeys?"
Pointing at Lin Ye, he laughed so hard he could barely catch his breath.
"A piece of trash who doesn't even have a fourth spirit ring dares to mouth off in front of me? Who gave you the courage?"
He felt that he had suffered an unprecedented humiliation.
Fighting a level 38 brat would practically dirty his hands!
In a corner, Hu Liena held her