Then it was off to participate in the combat ranking tournament again.
In reality, no matter how he fought, he wouldn't achieve any notable rank. He was just a low-tier nobody.
Although to the ordinary folk, he was a legendary ninth-rank Samurai, a big shot, in the first-league competition with millions of participants, there were also a million legendary ninth-level creatures, and Ma Lin did not stand out among them.
The Gold rank indicated that he had surpassed the average level of a million legendary ninth-ranked fighters. But that was it.
Ma Lin hoped he could become a big shot, like the ones in green robes or with scars, who could act with complete freedom and without restraint, rather than having to practice patience and forbearance every day like he was doing now.
Even at 9:40 p.m., he still had to fight one more match.
He had been beaten countless times, and by now both his pain tolerance and mental strength were very good.
