Chapter 40: Winning 190 Floors in a Row, the Youngest Promotion Record Holder [Seeking Flower Evaluation]
*Beep beep ~~~~*
The betting results quickly flashed across the massive display screen as the entire audience in the Sky Arena made their wagers.
2000 votes VS 2750 votes!
Zooci had a narrow lead in odds.
"What the hell? Are these spectators brain-dead?"
"This little Zhengtai has lower odds than himself?"
Lan Fei, standing atop the ring, was speechless. He stared blankly at the numbers on the big screen, visibly disturbed.
Could it really be because Zooci had previously defeated that heavyweight Nen-user—a man weighing over two hundred pounds, known for his brute force and aura pressure?
"Tch… whatever. No need to argue with these people."
"I'll let my fists talk."
Lan Fei pouted slightly and turned his gaze toward Zooci, who stood calmly across from him, eyes burning with fighting spirit.
At that moment, Zooci's sharp gaze locked onto Lan Fei. Despite his young appearance, his resolve was unmistakably fierce.
"Two fighters on the ring!"
"This match will follow the standard three-minute, three-round knockout format!"
"Start!!!"
With the referee's sharp shout, the match commenced.
"Lan Fei! Offended!"
Zooci was the first to act, assuming a classic stance derived from Wing's Shingen-Ryu martial arts style, feet spaced, weight balanced, and aura quietly flaring.
"But, you're just Mrs. Zheng's student."
Watching Zooci's serious posture and composed expression, Lan Fei approached slowly, hands tucked in his pockets, oozing disdain.
Bang!!
In the blink of an eye, Zooci unleashed a textbook set of straight punches—quick, sharp, and clean.
Whoosh!
But he struck nothing but air. Lan Fei's silhouette vanished like an afterimage—Shinpo-like speed rooted in advanced Ten and Zetsu manipulation. He circled behind Zooci in an instant and delivered a solid kick to his back.
Boom!!!
Zooci felt a lightning bolt of pain course through his nerves. He hit the ground hard, aura flickering.
Of course, Lan Fei had pulled his strength—he didn't want to humiliate Zooci. Despite being his opponent, Zooci was still a young and promising Nen practitioner.
"Two points!!"
The referee's call rang out as the audience erupted in cheers.
"This kid… he's too fast, too strong!"
"There's no way Zooci can come back from that!"
In the crowd, Wing furrowed his brow, his usually calm expression tightening. As Zooci's teacher and a Nen master himself, he immediately recognized the massive gulf between the two boys' Nen control.
"Can you still continue?" the referee asked, crouching beside the fallen Zooci.
"I'm fine."
Zooci forced himself up, trembling. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his resolve didn't waver.
"Lan Fei… you're really something!"
"Which is exactly why I'm going to go all out!"
Zooci took a deep breath and shifted into a new stance—his strongest Nen form.
Boom!!!
A powerful Nen aura erupted from his body. The crowd gasped. This was not ordinary aura—Zooci was activating Ren, the second stage of the four major principles: Ten, Zetsu, Ren, and Hatsu.
"Not good!" Wing stood up abruptly, eyes locked on Zooci.
It was rare for someone Zooci's age to unleash Ren so effectively. The boy's potential clearly rivaled Gon and Killua's in their early training.
"I admire your potential."
"Your control over Ren at your age is impressive."
"But you picked the wrong opponent."
"My Ren has been cultivated under years of compressed time—beyond anything you can imagine."
BOOM!!!
A monstrous pressure burst from Lan Fei's body like a bottomless abyss. His Ren exploded outward, crushing everything around him.
"Wh-what…?"
Zooci's knees buckled. He couldn't move. The sheer density of Lan Fei's aura was suffocating. Compared to Lan Fei's aura, his own felt like a tiny sailboat caught in a typhoon.
"Too… terrifying!!"
Even Wing hadn't released such overwhelming Ren during training. Zooci's throat tightened, heart pounding as the gravity of Lan Fei's aura weighed down on him.
Indeed, Lan Fei's Nen practice—boosted by his System's accelerated cultivation space—had progressed at unnatural speeds. Hours spent in that space were equivalent to years of training. His aura now held a presence akin to the Supreme King's Haki in One Piece—domineering, suffocating, absolute!
Hmph!
Lan Fei let out a soft snort and unleashed an even heavier wave of Nen.
Zooci's eyes rolled up. His body crumpled to the ground, unable to take another second of the pressure.
He had fainted.
"Eight points!!!"
"Dear audience! Contestant 1963 has fainted!"
"Although we didn't see any direct attack from Contestant 2008, the immense pressure alone was enough to cause a knockout!"
"Full marks granted!"
"Congratulations to Contestant No. 2008 for advancing to the 60th floor!"
The referee's voice rang out like thunder, stirring waves in the crowd. Cheers mixed with groans—those who lost their bets cursed under their breath.
"This kid…"
"That aura was monstrous!"
"Even I felt chills!"
Wing flickered into motion, appearing beside the ring. He crouched next to Zooci and confirmed his breathing—alive, but clearly overwhelmed.
"Accepted."
Lan Fei gave Wing a half-smile before taking the advancement ticket from the referee. With calm confidence, he turned and walked off the stage.
"Four Principles of Nen?"
"You little Zheng still has a long way to go."
Lan Fei smirked, strolling toward the elevator to the 60th floor.
After receiving his bonus of 50,000 Jenny, Lan Fei didn't stop. He chose to continue.
After all, this level of opponent meant nothing to him.
He kept challenging.
And after a long night—match after match, aura wave after aura wave—Lan Fei reached the 100th floor. His winnings had accumulated to 1 million Jenny, and with it came his own private room.
Of course, it hadn't been nonstop. The queue to challenge was long. But even with breaks, Lan Fei didn't rest. He waited, battled, and won.
By the following day, his name spread throughout the Sky Arena.
Lan Fei, a 13-year-old challenger, had reached the 190th floor in just over a day. His winnings? 200 million Jenny.
"200 million bonus!!"
"Damn… I'm a billionaire now."
Lan Fei stared at his bank balance, lips twitching. A fortune like this—if Aunt Mito knew, she'd probably faint with joy!
News of his streak rippled through the arena. A 13-year-old winning his way up to floor 190 in one go?
It was unprecedented.
Lan Fei had just become the youngest promotion record holder in Sky Arena history.