Tai Long nodded earnestly.
"Don't worry, Captain. We still have over half a year. I'll squeeze out every last ounce of strength I have!"
Huang Yuan and Jing Ling nodded along.
"That's right, Captain. Our foundations might be a little weaker, but we definitely won't hold you back."
Xiao Wu bounced over to Lin Xuan and hugged his arm.
"Don't worry, I can definitely reach level 47. If anyone dares to bristle at us in the arena, I'll use Invincible Golden Body, then give him a full Explosive Eight-Stage Fall!"
"Slam him to death!"
Hearing their assurances, Lin Xuan nodded slightly, but his expression hardly eased. He said helplessly,
"Your goals are easy enough to reach, but I've done the calculations myself. There's almost no chance of me reaching Soul King before the Final Tournament begins."
At those words, Dugu Yan, who stood nearby, nearly choked on her own saliva.
She folded her arms and rolled her eyes at Lin Xuan in exasperation.
"Hey, hey, hey! You're already in the late stages of level 46, and you're actually complaining that you're leveling too slowly?"
"Those so-called noble geniuses at Heaven Dou Royal Academy would be burning incense in gratitude if they could touch the threshold of level 40 by twenty.
"And here you are, still complaining?"
Xiao Wu craned her neck and immediately stepped forward to defend him.
"Yan, that's not fair."
"How can ordinary Soul Masters compare to Lin Xuan? He's going to lead us to the championship. What's wrong with setting his sights a little higher?"
Dugu Yan was left speechless for a long moment before she finally snorted.
"Fine, fine, keep defending him. You lot, along with Tang San, Zhuqing, and Rongrong, are all monsters. Not a single normal person among you."
Everyone else in the courtyard