The first round of challenges ended, and the gamblers who bet on Yang Fei's victory made a hefty profit.

The biggest earners were, of course, Li Shun, the beautiful Yan Ran, and Mad Blade.

These three had each bet two million, with odds of ten to one, earning a whopping twenty million from this one gamble alone.

Even Fan Yi, who had wagered the least, made a tidy sum of nearly one hundred thousand.

This amount of money would take an odd-job man five years to save up.

And Yang Fei, the boxer, also inexplicably earned twenty million.

Because Li Shun had placed a two-million bet on him.

Everyone watched as Li Shun, Yan Ran, and Mad Blade collected their winnings at the betting counter, their eyes all turning red with envy.

Even a money-printing machine couldn't match this speed.

In less than an hour, two million had ballooned to twenty million.

All the wealthy individuals present were accustomed to big scenes.

But as they watched tens of millions flow into the pockets of Mad Blade and the others, they felt a mix of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Normally, the odds wouldn't be this high.

But today was indeed special; who could have imagined that the weak-looking Yang Fei would be so formidable?

Young Master Sun watched as Mad Blade and his group swaggered about in front of the betting counter, all smiles and full of pride.

He clenched his teeth so hard they ground together.

Pounding the back of his chair, Young Master Sun said through clenched teeth, "This guy is much more formidable than I imagined, we can't wait any longer."

"Why not let Master Huang take over? If that kid wins two more rounds, he'll sweep up all the money in my arena."

In fact, just from the first round of the boxing match, Young Master Sun had already lost a hundred million.

Qiu Yidao pondered for a moment and said indifferently, "Actually, we still have a strong player, but it depends on whether she is willing or not."

Young Master Sun's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, "Are you talking about Meng Po?"

Qiu Yidao nodded and said, "Among the Five Ghost Kings, Meng Po has the fastest hand speed."

"This kid is weirdly quick; I wonder if Meng Po has a way to counter him?"

Young Master Sun quickly stood up and said, "I'll go talk to Meng Po, and have Ghost Wolf hold off the second round for us."

Qiu Yidao nodded, and Young Master Sun hurried out of the VIP box.

Yang Fei had won one round, and everyone, having witnessed his ability, crowded the betting counter to place their money on him.

At that moment, the host loudly announced, "Next, please welcome the second arena champion to the stage."

A man wearing a red cape slowly walked out.

His cheeks were gaunt, his nose hooked, and his eyes were sharp, like blade edges.

MOST notably, there was a tattoo of a Gray Wolf on his chest.

The Gray Wolf tattoo was dense and fearsome, with menacing fangs and a savage appearance.

Such a tattoo, coupled with the man's cold and grim demeanor, created an incredibly intimidating visual effect.

Many people gasped in shock, "Oh my God, it's actually Ghost Wolf!"

"When Ghost Wolf strikes, it's a Blood-filled Ming Pool!"

...

Li Shun also stood up in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Good heavens, it's Ghost Wolf from among the Five Ghost Kings!"

Yang Fei wasn't familiar with Ghost Wolf, but from Li Shun's expression, he could tell that this somber-faced man was likely trouble.

Yi Long's face also turned somewhat pale.

He murmured, "When Ghost Wolf strikes, it's a Blood-filled Ming Pool."

"Who would've thought, the most notorious assassin under Golden Buddha, would be hidden here fighting in the arena."

Li Shun looked at Yang Fei, Fan Yi, and Mad Blade, their faces full of confusion, and explained anxiously.

"Ghost Wolf is Golden Buddha's top assassin; at least half of the homicides in Shan Province's Underworld are connected to him."

"Though he is one of the Five Ghost Kings, his strength is not at all inferior to Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin, Brother Fei, your real trouble has just begun."

Yang Fei nodded, glancing sideways at Ghost Wolf standing on the stage, exuding confidence and overflowing with dominance.

"For me, the word 'trouble' doesn't exist, you should believe in my strength."

Li Shun and Yi Long exchanged glances, both deeply admiring him.

Facing the renowned Ghost Wolf and still remaining so calm and composed is rare among experts.

Brother Fei truly is unfathomable.

The next second, Yang Fei began to wail, "Damn it, can I choose not to fight? Can I run away?"

Li Shun's feet trembled, nearly causing him to fall.

Yi Long, however, was utterly confused, staring blankly at Yang Fei.

In that moment, Yang Fei's towering image completely collapsed.

Fan Yi and Mad Blade exchanged looks, laughter hidden in their eyes.

They had always admired Yang Fei's abilities.

However, the Chief Instructor was naturally averse to hardship and fatigue, always preferring to lie down rather than sit, and to sit rather than stand.

Now, having to fight the tough Ghost Wolf, it was no wonder he was complaining.

With Ghost Wolf entering the fight, those who had bet on Yang Fei to win were now hastily changing their bets and placing heavy sums on Ghost Wolf.

No matter how strong Yang Fei was, he was still just a novice martial artist.

Whereas Ghost Wolf's unbeatable reputation was built up little by little amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

An assassin like Ghost Wolf, possessing perseverance and ferocity beyond ordinary people, as well as astonishing explosiveness, often overcomes stronger opponents.

Not to mention, Ghost Wolf's martial arts realm had already reached the Mysterious Grade Dark Force, far surpassing Yang Fei.

Everyone was against Yang Fei.

Whispers of doubt reached Yang Fei's ears.

"That hotel odd-job man is doomed, with Ghost Wolf making a move, he has no chance of surviving."

"Alas, he is just a novice in the Mortal World, unaware of its dangers. Who could have expected the Ghost Wolf to appear here?"

...

The presence of Ghost Wolf, with his chilling aura, even affected the guests.

Many guests subconsciously spoke cautiously, keeping their voices very low.

As if speaking louder might awaken the demon sleeping within the darkness.

But just then, Mad Blade's hearty and bold voice once again reached everyone's ears, "Two million, betting on the challenger to win."

"Gege, me too, two million, betting on the challenger to win."

Mad Blade had barely finished speaking when a beautiful and seductive voice followed.

It was Yan Ran.

The crowd gasped.

To still choose the challenger to win under such intense pressure from Ghost Wolf shows immense confidence!

After placing her bet, Yan Ran smiled at Mad Blade, her eyes brimming and particularly captivating.

Then, she picked up the long skirt trailing on the ground and gracefully left.

Immediately after, Yi Long and Li Shun both placed hefty bets on Yang Fei.

Only Fan Yi casually put down a hundred thousand.

Apart from a few people, more than half of the bets were placed on Ghost Wolf.

They had already witnessed how formidable Yang Fei was.

However, in everyone's minds, no matter how formidable Yang Fei was, he could never match the renowned Ghost Wolf.

The entire audience watched the cold and silent Ghost Wolf, all very careful, not daring to breathe loudly.

The host was pleased; the unique charm of Ghost Wolf created this oppressive and somber effect.

This was the atmosphere that should exist in the underground arena.

After Ghost Wolf entered the stage, he stood silently to one side, observing his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, his face indifferent.

"Next, please welcome the challenger Mr. Yang Fei to the arena, as the cage blood battle officially begins."

The host shouted loudly while gesturing for the waiters to open the doors of the cage.

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