Three days passed. Then four days. Finally, on the fifth day, Lu Yin got his hundredth victory.

“Lu Yin, one hundred wins and seventy three losses.”

Lu Yin walked away from the teleportation stone and let out a heavy sigh of relief; he had finally achieved a record of a hundred wins. It hadn’t been easy; over the past five days, he had been defeated twenty seven times. With his current abilities, he wouldn’t have lost that often if it weren’t for the fact that Explorers and even stronger individuals could participate in the ported battles. Lu Yin could jump levels to challenge people above his realm, and even normal Limiteers were no match for him; only Limiteer geniuses with innate gifts could defeat him. Melders didn’t even need to be mentioned. It was a pity that the arena placed no limit on cultivation, so anyone in the younger generation could participate by touching a teleportation stone.

Where did all of these young Explorers come from? Lu Yin was speechless.

Over these five days, his best win streak had been twelve consecutive wins, which was a pretty good record. He remembered that Big Pao had once mentioned that winning thirty rounds in a row would give one the right to challenge someone from the Top 100 Rankings of the younger generation. With a bit of luck, Lu Yin felt like he could meet that criterion.

While thinking this, Lu Yin walked towards the Trialmaster...