Rapid Rank Climb, Fifty-Seven Straight Wins

But on second thought, that was normal. Since it was his first time competing, they naturally would not arrange a strong opponent for him. It would have been strange if they had.

The referee stepped forward and gestured for the two to greet each other.

"I concede!"

"Huh?"

Before Lu Leng could react, the girl ran straight toward him, her face overflowing with excitement. "Lu Leng, it really is you! I never thought I'd run into you here. This is great! You really are even more handsome in person. Can I have your autograph... Wow, you're so handsome..."

She kept babbling away, while Lu Leng looked completely puzzled. "You know me?"

"Of course. You're Lu Leng."

"But I don't know you."

"That's fine. I'm from the Leng Leng Fan Club—your fan club." The girl grinned.

"Fan club? Since when?" Lu Leng looked at her ordinary clothes. She did not seem like someone who could afford to run a fan club.

"A month and a half ago. I founded it myself, and I'm the president. My name is Dudu."

Lu Leng looked at her baby-fat face. She was short and had the build of a little girl, with a small dimple whenever she smiled. The name Dudu did suit her.

"You're the president? Then how many members do you have?" Lu Leng asked curiously.

"Three in total, including me!"

"Three..."

"Don't worry. With me as the president, as long as you keep competing well, Leng Leng, I'll help make it bigger. We'll become Spirit Academy's number one fan club."

Heh. So I do the work while you enjoy the benefits.

After casually brushing Dudu off with a few words, Lu Leng returned to the registration desk. "I want to keep competing."

"Okay." The girl quickly registered him.

A moment later, Lu Leng stepped into the arena again. This time, his opponent was a boy with around Level Eight Soul Power. He recognized Lu Leng as well, but he did not immediately choose to concede.

Lu Leng easily sent him home with a single kick.

At some point, Dudu had popped up again, wildly cheering for him below.

Though she was the only one, it felt as if the entire venue belonged to her.

After that, Lu Leng kept competing. From morning to night, he fought ten matches in total and won all ten. Every battle ended with one kick, giving Lu Leng a bit of fame among the junior academy students.

At the same time, his ranking rose to 2,180th!

"It's a long road ahead." Lu Leng sighed, then returned to his dorm to rest and recover.

Early the next morning, Lu Leng arrived at the arena.

As expected, what followed was a slaughter. He won all ten matches, with each one still decided by a single kick. After the ten matches, Lu Leng's ranking soared to 1,097th!

"Leng Leng! Leng One-Kick! Leng Leng One-Kick!"

"So handsome!!"

"Awoo~~"

"..."

Each time Lu Leng defeated an opponent, he heard Dudu's voice. Turning around, he saw that it was indeed her cheering. This time, however, she was not alone. She had brought along six little fangirls, who all ran over to ask for autographs after seeing Lu Leng win.

"How about that? In just one day, I've more than doubled the fan club!" Dudu said proudly.

Lu Leng signed autographs with a smile on his face. "Yeah, from three people to seven. That really is more than double..."

After finishing the autographs, Lu Leng was about to take a sip of water when three more little girls suddenly appeared. "Leng Leng, I want an autograph too!!"

Lu Leng held out his hand, but Dudu stopped him. "If you want an autograph, have you joined the club?"

"No..."

"Pay the membership fee first. One Gold Soul Coin."

"I'll pay first."

"I'll pay two."

"..."

Lu Leng was speechless. So this was what she'd been waiting for. I really have become a worker now.

Suddenly, the token in Lu Leng's hand vibrated: Arrive at Arena No. 11 within ten minutes. Late arrival will be judged as a loss! Lu Leng smiled and headed toward Arena No. 11.

When he arrived, someone was already waiting in the arena. It was a fairly burly boy, around fourteen years old.

"Kid, your twenty-match winning streak ends here. I'll be the one to end it!" This person clearly did not know Lu Leng. Otherwise, knowing that Lu Leng had already won twenty in a row, he would not have dared to speak so arrogantly.

"Zhao Hu, ranked 822nd. Not bad. Beating you will bring me another big step closer to my goal." Lu Leng had learned the information from Dudu and smiled faintly.

"I hope you can still be this confident later." With that, Zhao Hu let out a loud shout, and a red tiger appeared behind him.

"Zhao Hu, Level Thirty Battle Soul Elder, martial soul: Blazing Tiger!"

"Lu Leng, Level Twenty-Four Soul Grandmaster, martial soul: Zhan Luo!"

Zhao Hu frowned. "You're not even activating your soul rings? Are you looking down on me?"

Lu Leng neither confirmed nor denied it. There really was no need to activate his soul rings against Zhao Hu. Besides, if he did, the effect would probably be too shocking. By then, he might not have any peaceful days left.

For the sake of some peace in the future, Lu Leng would not activate his soul rings unless absolutely necessary!

"Courting death!" Zhao Hu roared. Flames burned across his palm as he lunged fiercely at Lu Leng.

Lu Leng's gaze shifted slightly. Wind rose beneath his feet, and his body flashed away. A cold gleam streaked through the air, and Zhao Hu was sent flying, crashing to the ground unconscious.

The referee was still a little dazed. Only after seeing Zhao Hu had fainted did he come to his senses and announce Lu Leng's victory.

Lu Leng walked off the stage in satisfaction. After Mimis's special training, his physical condition had grown stronger and stronger, and his speed had become faster and faster. Anyone below Level Forty could not even see his movements clearly.

At the same time, his flawless control over Soul Power created the illusion that he had not even activated his soul rings whenever he defeated someone in a single strike.

And that was Lu Leng's favorite way to show off.

In less than a second, Lu Leng had summoned his martial soul, drawn his blade, and recalled his martial soul in one smooth, unbroken motion. It was so dashing and fluid that one could not look away.

Unfortunately, aside from a few sharp-eyed people, no one saw it at all.

By the time he defeated Zhao Hu, it was already dark. Lu Leng returned to his dorm.

Mimis would probably not be back for several more days, so Lu Leng needed to seriously climb the rankings during that time.

Another three days quickly passed. Lu Leng's ranking rose in a straight line, but his opponents also grew stronger and stronger. Yet under Lu Leng's terrifying strength, very few people could withstand even one of his attacks.

After all, the Drawing Sword Slash was simply too powerful. The force of Qian Jun was thirty thousand jin of strength—not something an ordinary person could endure.

At the end of the third night, Lu Leng reached 99th on the strength rankings with an overwhelming record of fifty-seven consecutive victories. Directly ahead of him was Yan, ranked 98th! Meanwhile, his fan club had expanded wildly from seven people to over a hundred.