Infinite Fighting

Chapter 71: Chapter 62: Recruitment and the Divine Flower

After losing the match, Zhang Ji and Robby exchanged a glance and decided against fighting again.

Robby came closer, handing him a windbreaker. "That was some convincing acting. I almost thought you were really going to die."

"I could beat a few more guys like that with one hand," Zhang Ji said quietly, slipping on the windbreaker.

Having exchanged a few words, they prepared to leave.

"Gentlemen, our boss would like to see you," Joe said, blocking Zhang Ji and Robby as they were about to leave.

"Sorry, we’re busy," Zhang Ji said.

"Our boss, Dean, would like to meet with you two," Joe said earnestly.

"Should I make a move?" Zhang Ji asked Robby.

"Best not..." Robby whispered. "Dean’s gang is also in the smuggling business."

Zhang Ji understood.

If they caused trouble here, they probably wouldn’t get the Divine Flower.

"Fine, let’s meet him. Lead the way," Zhang Ji said.

The skilled are always bold. With his current power, even the armed forces of some small nations might not be his match. The head of a single city’s underworld was certainly nothing to fear.

Joe turned and personally led the two into an elevator, which ascended directly to the top floor.

The elevator soon arrived at its destination.

The elevator doors opened, and Zhang Ji and Robby stepped out. Inside the vast, open-floor suite, Damian sat in his chair, looking at them.

"Mr. Robby," Damian began, "the men I sent to invite you have disappeared. I hadn’t even gotten around to looking for you, and yet here you are, on my turf, raking in cash. Isn’t that a bit disrespectful?"

"What? Boss Dean? You sent people for me? I never saw them. There must be some misunderstanding. A lot of strangers have been coming to Midliss lately; public safety has really gone downhill..." Robby replied.

"We’ll put your business aside for now." Damian looked at Zhang Ji, then said to Robby, "And who might this be? Care to introduce him?"

"My new bodyguard. His name is Zhang Ji. He knows a little something about fighting," Robby said.

Damian stared at Zhang Ji’s disfigured face, showing no interest in his past.

He had only one thought: ’I have to make Zhang Ji my man.’

’Transcendent Level fighters are just too rare.’

’It’s no exaggeration to call them one in a hundred thousand.’

’It’s not every day a talent like this falls on such hard times and ends up in a place like this. I can’t miss this opportunity.’

"Zhang Ji? Can you understand the Guning language?" Damian asked, looking at Zhang Ji. "Come work for me. I can give you ten million New Fren Coins a month."

A monthly salary of ten million meant an annual salary of over one hundred million.

And that was in New Fren Coins. Due to the unique circumstances of this place, the purchasing power was even higher than the currency of the Eastern Extreme Country.

This showed that the offer was made with a great deal of respect.

"I’m sorry, but I have my own business to attend to," Zhang Ji said flatly.

"You might not know who I am." Damian took a cigarette from a nearby subordinate, lit it, and took a drag before speaking. "I don’t like being refused."

"Oh? Then you must not know me, either," Zhang Ji said, a playful tone in his voice. "I quite enjoy telling people ’no.’"

’It’s been a while since I’ve run into such a try-hard,’ he thought. ’This is actually kind of fun.’

Damian handed the cigarette back to his subordinate, then took off his jacket. "Very good," he said to Zhang Ji. "Capable men always have a bit of a temper."

BOOM!

In an instant, Damian closed the distance from his original position and appeared right in front of Zhang Ji.

He threw an uppercut while still about five meters away.

The air cracked as his fist broke the sound barrier.

’I didn’t expect to run into a Grandmaster here,’ Zhang Ji thought.

Instantly, he entered the Spirit Crane Stance. In his eyes, Damian’s movements slowed considerably. Zhang Ji extended a palm with feather-light grace, and it met Damian’s fist.

With a slight tremor in his muscles, Zhang Ji used the momentum to push, slapping Damian’s fist aside.

Damian’s expression flickered. He violently brought up a knee, aiming for Zhang Ji’s chest, but it was once again blocked, forced back down by Zhang Ji’s palm.

This time, it was a display of absolute, crushing strength.

BANG!

Damian’s knee was slammed directly into the floor. The bluish-gray patterned tiles shattered on impact, leaving an impression from his knee.

Just as Damian was about to attack again, Zhang Ji’s hand landed on his shoulder. A jolt from his palm sent Damian sprawling to the ground.

The floor cracked where his hands and feet hit the ground.

If Zhang Ji hadn’t held back his strength, Damian would have crashed through to the floor below.

Zhang Ji released him and said calmly, "To have a clear understanding of oneself is a virtue. Regrettably, most people lack that kind of thinking. They always view the world through a lens of arrogance."

Damian stood up and dusted himself off, his eyes filled with utter disbelief as he stared at Zhang Ji.

’The gap in our strength is far greater than I imagined.’

’With this level of power, he could probably rank in the top one hundred in the Roman Country.’

’Shouldn’t a man like this hold a key position in the World Fighters Association?’

’How could he have ended up in a place like this?’

"Let’s go," Zhang Ji said to Robby.

Robby was still trying to process what had just happened.

Zhang Ji and Damian had moved too quickly, and Zhang Ji had controlled the force of his blows, preventing any major shockwaves. All Robby saw was a flash of movement before Damian was suddenly on the ground.

"Boss?"

One of Damian’s subordinates came closer and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Don’t," Damian said, his eyes narrowed. "He’s no fleeing hyena. He is a passing Tiger. He might be injured, but he is still a King of the jungle."

’My own strength is in the upper-mid tier of the Transcendent Level.’

’But against Zhang Ji, I was completely powerless.’

’I could feel that Zhang Ji was still holding back by a large margin.’

’This man is an absolute monster, on par with those few inhuman freaks I know.’

’A man like him... only someone like the president of the Fighters Association could possibly bring him to heel.’

...

「On the pickup truck.」

Robby asked Zhang Ji, "Did you two fight? I couldn’t even see what happened!"

"He’s an expert, too. It’s normal that you couldn’t follow the action," Zhang Ji replied.

’We only exchanged a couple of moves, but I got a good sense of Damian’s strength.’

’He’s in the middle-to-late stage of a Grandmaster. If we’re talking ranks, he’d be about a Seventh Rank.’

’His style is a bit unrefined, though.’

’He has calluses on his hands and feet. It feels like a fighting style from the Guning Country.’

’They all use crude training methods, sacrificing long-term potential for the fastest possible growth in strength.’

’The techniques are wild and wide-open, with a tendency to trade blow for blow.’

’It’s a miracle he even reached the Grandmaster level with a method like that.’

"How strong is he?" Robby asked.

"Globally? He could probably squeeze into the top tier of the fighting world. Let’s say, the top five out of every ten thousand," Zhang Ji said.

A fighter in the top five out of ten thousand worldwide is nothing to scoff at.

Out of every ten thousand professional fighters, you’d only get five Grandmasters like him.

"And he lost to you just like that? Just how strong are you?" Robby asked, astonished.

"I’m probably one or two in ten thousand," Zhang Ji replied.

’That’s right,’ he estimated. ’My current strength is around that level.’

’That’s already infinitely close to B-Level strength.’

’As for a true B-Level...’

’In the current world, that’s one in a hundred thousand in the fighting world. You need one hundred thousand professional fighters to produce a single B-Level.’

’There are less than two hundred of them in the entire world.’

’As for a Saint King, that’s more like one in several million.’

’Only five people even made it to the Saint King Battle.’

’Based on what I know, there are probably only three Saint King Level individuals in the world right now.’

’Two future Saint Kings are still at B-Level. It’ll probably take them another two years to reach A-Level.’

"Could you win a fight against the royal guards of the Guning Country?" Robby asked.

Zhang Ji shot Robby a glance. "I’ve never fought them, so I can’t be sure."

’I actually know a thing or two about the Guning Country’s royal Sun Guard.’

’They are all fighters who have inherited the Dela bloodline.’

’Even the weakest among them is at the Grandmaster level.’

’Their top commander has even reached B+ Level.’

’The power of a bloodline is just that incredible.’

’Because their ancestors were formidable, they are, too.’

’I could handle an ordinary Sun Guard, but a captain would probably give me some trouble. If it’s the commander, my only option would be to run, and I might not even get away.’

’I know why Robby is asking this question, too.’

’If word gets out that this guy is still alive...’

’The Guning Country’s Sun Guard would definitely hunt him down and kill him. And they wouldn’t just send a captain; they’d send the commander directly to make sure the job gets done right.’

’Sneaking into the royal mausoleum and drawing that much blood from the body of War God Dela... The crime of desecration is so great that in the Guning Country, even death by a thousand cuts wouldn’t be enough to clear his name.’

’Then again, the fact that he actually pulled it off is absurd.’

’Even players had to be at least B-Level to dare challenge the Guning Country’s royal mausoleum.’

’And he, a guy who wasn’t even a professional fighter, managed to get inside, break through the defenses of an A-Level fighter’s corpse, and draw its blood.’

’It’s a miracle, no matter how you look at it.’

’Unfortunately, the official sources never explained the specific details.’

’Players could only guess from the clues that he seemed to have seduced a royal princess to get the opportunity. As for any more details, nobody knows.’

"By the way, how much did you make?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Sixty million New Fren Coins!" Robby said. "I kept betting on you to win, but on the fifth round, I bet on you to lose! The money piled up so fast!"

"Did you buy the item?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Well, I’ve already transferred the money. Now we just have to depend on the seller’s integrity," Robby said, scratching his cheek.

Zhang Ji raised an eyebrow.

’This channel seems so unreliable,’ he thought.

...

Although Zhang Ji had his doubts, the goods actually arrived on the third day.

The seller even seemed interested in long-term business, asking if Robby wanted to buy a couple more.

Robby opened the sealed metal box. Inside was a small white flower planted in some kind of blue soil.

It looked no different from a common wildflower.

But this was the so-called "Divine Flower."

Only the royal family of the Color Cluster Country knew how to cultivate it.

That blue soil wasn’t soil at all, but the dung of a special type of giant elephant from the Color Cluster Country.

The people of the Color Cluster Country called these creatures Divine Elephants. An adult was at least C-Level, and their Elephant King could even reach B-Level.

The Elephant King was enormous, comparable in size to a small palace, and the amount of food it consumed in a single day could form a small mountain.

Its health bar was ridiculously thick, too.

’The first time I did this quest, it took me two or three tries to beat it.’

’But this time, I don’t have to fight the elephant. A traitor in the royal family picked the flower and sold it directly.’

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