Wu Yaohan, Mu Zhan, and Chu Hanrou, who have all faced Lin Chen, are at the eighth level of the Martial God rank, yet when they unleash their full potential, they may not necessarily lose to Wu Lang and others—the gap between them isn't significant.
Therefore, in the Sky Sword Pavilion, there are two at the ninth level of the Martial God rank. Even with other sects claiming to be strong, they don't have much advantage. They're all first-tier sects, and recruitment remains fairly balanced and equitable.
Soon, this round of the competition concluded, and the fifty victors beamed with joy, while the defeated wore expressions of frustration and resentment. But alas, a loss is a loss.
Lin Chen sighed inwardly and quickly stepped forward to meet Li Ping, who had just finished competing.
Recognizing Lin Chen, Li Ping forced a smile.
"Li Ping, don't worry, you've done really well!"
"Yeah, I know, thank you Lin Chen, I just feel a bit down at the moment."
