Chapter 80: The Champion's Ceremony

Time passed slowly...

No one knew how long it had been before Cheng Feng’s eyelids twitched and he slowly opened his eyes. Above him was an unfamiliar ceiling—no, it felt somewhat familiar. It was the medical room on the east side of the arena, the air tinged with a faint scent of fresh medicine.

Why am I here? His head felt dizzy.

“You’re awake. Congratulations, the surgery was a success.”

A gentle, pleasant female voice sounded in his ear. Cheng Feng turned slightly and saw the lovely face of Liu Shiyu. He quipped, “Please, spare me the old cliché.”

Liu Shiyu was peeling an apple with a fruit knife, smiling softly. “If you can joke, it seems you’re recovering well.”

Cheng Feng’s mind gradually cleared, and memories of his last confrontation with Wang Yuming on the arena flooded back—how he fought until he was gravely injured and lost consciousness.

He tried to sit up, moving his wrist and fingers, only then realizing that his injuries had almost completely healed.

The vampiric constitution truly was miraculous; even after such severe wounds, he had recovered as good as new.

There was not even a hint of soreness in his back or waist, no lingering aftereffects, and even his damaged internal organs were perfectly restored.

Upon waking fully, Cheng Feng felt a lingering fear. Thankfully, his heart hadn’t been damaged; had something gone wrong with that organ, fainting would have been the least of his worries.

They had fought with everything they had during the match, pushing themselves to the limit.

His mind had overheated, ignoring whether his body could withstand it, nearly crossing the “threshold.”

He had always relied on his vampiric abilities, which gave him the illusion that no matter how badly he was hurt, he could heal completely.

This time, being wounded to the point of fainting proved that his body had crossed a certain boundary. That he had recovered at all was already incredibly lucky.

Cheng Feng clenched his fists in front of him, finding himself fully healed except for lingering fatigue. He looked up at the girl. “How did the match end?”

“It’s over, of course.” Liu Shiyu handed him the peeled apple. “Here, eat something. After such a grueling match, you need to replenish your strength.”

Cheng Feng hesitated, expecting she’d peeled the apple for herself, but she handed it to him. He accepted it happily.

“Thank you.”

“You did very well. After all, I was the one who brought you into the association—now I get to bask in the glory of a champion,” Liu Shiyu joked, something she rarely did.

“Champion?”

Cheng Feng paused mid-bite, stunned. For a moment, it felt unreal. “You mean me?”

“Yes, congratulations.”

Seeing his disbelief, Liu Shiyu smiled. “Hurry up—there’s an award ceremony soon.”

At that moment, the door to the medical room opened.

Luo Ke and the gothic girl beside him walked over to the bedside. Luo Ke smiled awkwardly. “Hey, our champion is awake. Looks like you’re recovering nicely.”

Cheng Feng raised an eyebrow. “You have time to tease me? How’s your injury?”

“As you can see, walking is no problem. I watched your match live.” Luo Ke looked him over. “Your injuries were far worse than mine.”

“You forgot—I have healing abilities. I’m almost fully recovered,” Cheng Feng rotated his arm, showing he was back to normal.

“You recovered so quickly? Are you a vampire? With injuries that serious, you’re practically a monster.” Luo Ke marveled.

Cheng Feng: “...”

Should I deal with him tonight?

Gu Yan crossed her arms, sounding annoyed. “I can’t believe Wang Yuming, who even I couldn’t defeat, was beaten by you. Seriously, it’s baffling.”

Cheng Feng, chewing the sweet and sour apple, replied indistinctly, “What, you doubt the value of my championship?”

Gu Yan snorted. “Exactly! I have to challenge you when I get the chance!”

Cheng Feng shrugged. “Anytime.”

“Alright, it’s almost time,” Liu Shiyu said. “The ceremony is about to start. Let’s go.”

Back during the match, Cheng Feng had ignored his body’s limits and unleashed four consecutive Thunder Flashes. In the end, Wang Yuming was pierced by a blade, vomiting blood, and both fell from the sky together.

Below, the ring had collapsed, leaving only a ruin of stone and brick. Whoever hit the ground first would be considered out of bounds.

Under the bright lights, almost no one present could see the outcome.

Of the thirty thousand spectators, only Liu Shiyu managed to squint her eyes open; aside from her, only Chu Xinghe, seated in the VIP section, clearly witnessed the result.

Wang Yuming was the first to hit the ground, sending up clouds of dust. He lost the final in regret.

...

Just as Cheng Feng left the medical room, a crowd of media reporters rushed forward, shoving microphones toward him.

“Mr. Cheng Feng, congratulations on winning the championship of the promotion tournament!”

“What are your thoughts on winning this championship?”

“You defeated over two hundred contestants to claim the title—how do you feel? Could you briefly describe your mood?”

“I’m a reporter from Donglin City Radio—do you have any comments?”

“Abba! Abba abba abba abba...”

“No interviews, please. Step aside, don’t block the way...”

Unable to deal with the flood of reporters, Cheng Feng simply pushed through them, heading toward the waiting area.

The chief examiner had been waiting there for a long time. Seeing Cheng Feng approach, almost entirely unscathed, his eyes flickered.

He had known Cheng Feng possessed healing abilities, but was still a bit surprised.

During the finals with Wang Yuming, the examiner had witnessed firsthand how severely Cheng Feng was injured.

After the match, both Cheng Feng and Wang Yuming had been carried to the medical room.

To think that after only thirty minutes, Cheng Feng—apart from some fatigue—was almost back to his pre-match condition.

The examiner was moved, reaching out to shake Cheng Feng’s hand. “Cheng Feng, congratulations on winning the championship.”

“Mm.”

“Come with me. Everyone’s been waiting for you.”

...

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

With bursts of fireworks shooting into the sky, breaking the darkness and exploding in succession.

The radiant glow illuminated the night, bursting into dazzling, colorful blooms—remarkably beautiful.

On the award podium, under the spotlights, Cheng Feng stood wearing the champion’s medal. Dozens of cameras focused their lenses on him.

Under the gaze of the packed audience in the stands, Cheng Feng felt a rare surge of genuine excitement.

The host appeared beside him, facing the thirty thousand live spectators, raising the microphone and shouting, “Ladies and gentlemen in the audience and viewers at home, after a long and arduous contest, the triennial promotion tournament has officially concluded.

And this year’s champion has finally emerged. Let’s warmly congratulate our champion—Cheng Feng!”

“OHHHHHH…”

“Whoa whoa whoa!”

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted.

ps: The next chapter is being written and will be posted later.