Half an hour later, Zhao Wuji finally finished speaking.
Apart from Jiang Lin, who needed to obtain a Silver Soul Badge that day, everyone else only needed a Bronze Soul Badge.
The requirements differed so drastically because Jiang Lin had won every match since he began competing in the Soul Fighting Arena. Not only that, he finished every fight far faster than anyone else.
The clearest example was a match where Jiang Lin had just stepped onto the platform. The moment the announcer called the start, his Cold Mountain Sword was already pressed against his opponent's neck, ending the match on the spot.
"All right, since you all understand the requirements, let's head out."
A little over ten minutes later, after breakfast, Jiang Lin and the others entered the Soto Great Soul Arena.
Once they reached the waiting room, the others took their masks out of their Storage Soul Tools and put them on. Jiang Lin was no exception.
He brushed the black thumb ring on his left hand, and a purple mask traced with gold appeared in his hand. He then put it on.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Jiang Lin's brow furrowed slightly. He had sensed the aura of a Pursuer.
But his brow soon relaxed. That Pursuer was merely at the early second tier. At most, their combat strength was only equivalent to a level 39 Soul Elder.
Several minutes later, a gentle knock sounded at the door.
"Sword Venerable Shanhai, it's your turn."
"Huh? Why so soon today?"
A flicker of confusion crossed Zhu Zhuqing's eyes. Usually, Jiang Lin's turn only came after all of them had competed.
Jiang Lin's expression remained calm. He simply opened the door and walked out.
Walking down the passage into the Soul Fighting Arena, Jiang Lin casually glanced at the woman beside him