Three days. In the blink of an eye, three short days had passed, and the end-of-the-month challenge tournament had arrived.
The most anticipated match in this tournament was between Lin Xuan and Chen Yun. The rest were hardly worth mentioning. To put it bluntly, for everyone else, it was just minor squabbling, nothing like Lin Xuan's meteoric rise, where he had skipped several ranks at once.
This time, he had broken into the top twenty and was directly challenging the twelfth-ranked Chen Yun. If he succeeded, his next opponent might be Wan Ning. His speed was absolutely astonishing. Not even Ling Tian had been so fearsome back in the day. Ling Tian had climbed the ranks one step at a time. He was fast, yes, but definitely not as domineering as Lin Xuan.
