"Twelve years old and already over level thirty? And with innate full soul power, too. Interesting."
The last of the three elderly board members finally spoke. His name was Zhi Lin, his martial soul was azure vine, and he was a level eighty-three, eight-ring control-type Tool Soul Douluo.
He looked the most ordinary of the three, with unremarkable features. Only the occasional bright gleam as his eyes opened and closed gave him an air of distinction.
His gaze swept over Xiao Yan, and Zhi Lin said gravely, "All seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team are outstanding Heaven Dou Grade students at the academy. Being young and having high soul power alone isn't enough to join the Imperial Fighting Team. Why not let him join the second team first?"
After saying this, Zhi Lin looked at Sun Buyu. Xiao Yan had been sent by Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, so he naturally dared not slight him. But allowing him straight into the academy's elite Imperial Fighting Team would inevitably make others think that the three old men were playing favorites.
"The second team?" Xiao Yan froze at those words. He had always preferred to be the head of a chicken rather than the tail of a phoenix, so he was naturally dissatisfied with this suggestion. He immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Soul Douluo Zhi Lin. "If my soul power level isn't enough to qualify, then I'd like to know what else is required. Actual combat ability? I can face their strongest member in soul fighting!"
"There's no need to make it so complicated." Zhi Lin smiled faintly, and the air around him suddenly distorted. "As long as you can withstand my level thirty-eight soul power pressure, you'll qualify to join the first team."
With that, Soul Douluo Zhi Lin