Golden Wheel Douluo leaped onto the Soul Fighting Platform, and Su Ling followed him up.
Their battle immediately drew the attention of the thousand people present, even bringing all the tests and assessments to a halt.
Golden Wheel Douluo was one of the Sun Moon Church's only two Titled Douluos, its second elder. A level ninety-four Titled Douluo was personally testing a young man, and no one wanted to miss this battle.
"Go, Brother Su Ling!" Qian Miaomiao was the first to cheer.
Su Ling nodded to Qian Miaomiao.
Among all the applicants outside the city gates, including the members of the Sun Moon Church, Su Ling had yet to find anyone whose looks surpassed Qian Miaomiao's.
In fact, among these thousand or so people, not one had a goddess overall rating above ninety.
After glancing at Qian Miaomiao, Su Ling turned back toward Golden Wheel Douluo, who stood just ten meters away.
Golden Wheel Douluo looked to be in his sixties, with most of his hair already gone. He stood a little over two meters tall and had a burly build. His age had done nothing to diminish his terrifying, bulging muscles.
"Boy, I'll suppress my soul power to below level sixty and use only the skills from my first five soul rings. Last half an incense stick on this platform, and you get a perfect ten. If you force me off the platform before then, you also get full marks. If you fall off, your score will be calculated according to how much incense has burned. If only a tenth has burned, you get just one point. How does that sound?"
"Fine!" Su Ling nodded.
"Good lad. Very good," Golden Wheel Douluo said. Su Ling had made an excellent impression on him, neither servile nor overbearing. Any other