"He only has two Soul Rings right now. He's still just a Soul Grandmaster. Even if he were matched with a team, it wouldn't be one of Soul Elders above rank thirty. You changed the match manually, didn't you?" Ghost Leopard Douluo demanded.
The Great Soul Arena was property of Spirit Hall. It might claim to be fair and impartial, but where in this world was there absolute fairness? Su Chen was only a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster, even if his Soul Power had reached rank forty. The team he was ultimately matched against should still have consisted of Soul Grandmasters in their twenties.
Yet four members of the team Su Chen now faced had reached the Soul Elder realm above rank thirty. This was clearly a Soul Elder-level team.
"Yes," the middle-aged man in brocade replied respectfully.
"Why did you do that?" Ghost Leopard Douluo asked.
"Because he presented the Pope Token!" The middle-aged man's gaze fell on Su Chen in the arena.
Originally, the manager of this Great Soul Arena had been unwilling to agree to Su Chen's strange request. Only after Su Chen produced the Pope Token had the manager been forced to replace the Madness Team, which had been scheduled to compete, with the Divine Dragon Team, consisting of Su Chen alone.
"Why are you here alone?" Tang San asked in puzzlement.
"Well... how would I know?" Su Chen smiled.
"You're only a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster. How did you get matched against us? Have you already obtained your third Soul Ring?" Tang San asked curiously.
"I don't know either. Maybe the matchmaking system made a mistake!" Su Chen casually offered an excuse.
"The system made a mistake?"
Tang San was slightly taken aback, then nodded in agreement. To him, that was the only reasonably plausible explanation. After