The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 267 - 0267: Sleeping Arhat Fist

Chapter 267: Chapter 0267: Sleeping Arhat Fist

Lin Jiahui turned his head back and deliberately glanced at his older female cousin, a hint of smugness showing on his face.

In his heart, he thought, once Long Fei is taken care of today, let’s see how long Lin Yingying can continue her arrogance.

Lin Yingying, with her arms crossed, glared at him fiercely.

To have such descendants in the Lin Family is truly a misfortune.

After returning, Chu Feng sat down next to her.

He asked Lin Yingying, "Are you going to place a bet or not?"

"Of course, I’m betting! Why wouldn’t I?"

Lin Yingying retorted with determination, whether for Long Fei’s sake or because of her annoying cousin, she was all in this time.

Chu Feng said casually, "Support your own brother a bit more! A billion is too much, start with ten million first!"

Lin Yingying replied, "Then I’ll put down twenty million!"

After all, she had just won money with Long Fei, and she could give it all back if needed.

Chu Feng gave a thumbs-up and said, "Director Lin is truly domineering!"

Lin Yingying asked him, "Do you think they’ll pay us if we win?"

Chu Feng chuckled, "Don’t worry, these people will definitely bet on Markus, the bookmakers can absolutely afford to pay out. I now suddenly understand Brother Long; is this guy doing this on purpose?"

Lin Yingying stared at him thoughtfully. Indeed, it seemed so.

Even though Markus’s odds have dropped to 1:0.5 in the arena.

People were still frantically betting on his victory.

After all, his strength was evident for all to see, and nobody knew much about Long Fei. Plus, he was lying on the stage like a drunk, still sleeping at this point!

Bet a million and you could make a quick five hundred thousand in return.

Where else could you find such a good deal?

In half an hour, everyone who wanted to bet had placed their bets.

No one was supporting Long Fei in the arena; all bets were on Markus to win.

More than two hundred people, each betting at least a million.

Lin Jiahui and his entourage of young masters started their bets at ten million.

Just these few of them had staked over a billion.

Those betting on Markus to win had put down at least over three billion in total.

On Long Fei’s side, apart from Lin Yingying’s twenty million and Chu Feng’s ten million, there were a symbolic two or three hundred million from the Ancient Martial Sect.

In total, it was just over thirty million.

The bookmakers, doing the math inside, all had lines of worry furrowed on their brows.

They had raised Long Fei’s odds to 1:10 and still, nobody dared to bet on him.

If Markus really won, they would incur a guaranteed loss.

They would have to pay out at least four to five billion!

If it were any other fighter, they might have directly fixed the fight.

Even if he could win, he’d have to lose.

But Markus, stubborn as a mule, simply wouldn’t listen.

At this moment, they could only hope for a miracle.

The referee approached and asked Long Fei, "Can you fight?"

He wanted Long Fei to give up so the match would be called off and the bets wouldn’t have to be paid.

But who knew, Long Fei stretched out his hand and said indifferently, "I can fight!"

The referee took a deep breath, really wanting to kick him off the stage.

The crowd below shouted excitedly, "If he can fight, then the fight must go on!"

"Right, hurry up and start!"

"Fight, the fight must go on!"

The calls were thunderous; everyone was waiting to collect their money, and they wouldn’t let Long Fei give up at this point.

With nothing left to say, the referee stood in the middle and gestured the start of the match.

Markus sneered at Long Fei, "Since you’re courting death, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

Long Fei ignored him, lying on the stage as if still asleep.

"Go to hell!"

With a shout, Markus made his move with a killing blow. His legs shot forward, and he leapt up, smashing his knee towards Long Fei’s neck.

Lin Yingying screamed in fright, covering her eyes with both hands.

Chu Feng also narrowed his eyes. If Long Fei couldn’t dodge this move, his neck would definitely be snapped by Markus.

The crowd on the scene shouted excitedly, "Markus will win!"

"Markus will be the victor!"

"Markus will be the victor!"

At this moment, they didn’t care that Markus was a foreign devil; as long as he could win, that was all that mattered.

With a loud bang, under the passionate gaze of the audience,

Markus’s knee smashed heavily onto the ring. The high-density sponge material was momentarily crushed into a large pit.

Long Fei’s body, however, moved to a position just barely scraping by Markus’s knee.

It was a matter of life and death, perilously close.

In the monitoring room, the bookmakers released a long sigh of relief and shouted out excitedly, "I knew this kid was not simple!"

The old man sitting in control with a cup of tea in hand had felt that Long Fei was extraordinary from the moment he stepped into the ring.

Just now, the monitoring room had sent over all the surveillance footage since Long Fei boarded the ship.

First, Long Fei had used Eight Trigrams Palm to send four burly men flying, then he swept up twenty million in the casino.

All of this hinted that this young man was no ordinary person.

Chu Feng tugged at Lin Yingying’s arm and said to her, "It’s okay, he dodged it!"

Lin Yingying then lifted her head to see Markus’s fist charging towards Long Fei again.

She got so scared that she covered her eyes, deciding to wait until the fight was over to look.

The people in the arena were shocked. Those who didn’t know better suspected the bookmakers were deliberately throwing the match.

A drunkard was somehow dodging Markus’s fatal blows time after time.

The Lin Family, especially Lin Jiahui, broke out in cold sweat, silently hoping Markus would win.

They had all bet heavily this time.

Especially Lin Jiahui—if Markus received even a slight injury, his heart would be so pained he’d feel like dying.

The ring resounded with thuds.

Markus’s fists and knees kept smashing onto the ground.

But no matter how fast his punches were, Long Fei could always dodge at the critical moment, the deviation being no more than one centimeter.

It seemed he was going to be hit, but Long Fei managed to dodge at the last second.

Markus felt extremely frustrated on the inside, and he roared with a hoarse voice, "I’ll see how long you can keep dodging!"

Long Fei didn’t want to dodge, but he was really struggling with sleepiness.

With no other choice, he came up with his own set of boxing techniques on the ring to cope with Markus. He gave this set a badass name, calling it the Sleeping Arhat Fist.

It didn’t rely on vision but on other senses to combat the enemy.

No matter how fast Markus’s punches were, as soon as the breeze from his punches blew, Long Fei could feel it and immediately change his position.

So, every time, he managed to dodge them.

"Just a little longer!"

"Hold on for just a bit more!"

Long Fei told himself as he tangled with Markus on the ring for half an hour.

The ring was battered with cuts, and even the sponge was flying everywhere.

But Long Fei was unharmed and looked rather comfortable, seemingly sleeping soundly.

His legs propped up, his right fist supporting his head, he even began to snore.

Lin Yingying grew anxious and peeked through a small gap between her fingers, saying urgently, "When will he wake up?"

Chu Feng shook his head and said, "How would I know? Brother Long is becoming more and more impressive!"

Laymen watch the excitement; insiders watch the technique.

Chu Feng knew that Long Fei had fully unlocked his sixth sense.

This was an advanced level of Ancient Martial Arts, even beyond Ancient Martial Arts.

In just a few days he hadn’t seen him, Chu Feng hadn’t expected Long Fei to become so powerful.

It seemed that he, too, needed to step up his game.

The boxing matches here had no rest periods, nor were there halves. Unless one side conceded or was knocked out of the ring, the boxing match would not end.

Markus had been fighting for a long time without touching Long Fei once.

He was panting heavily, leaning against the ropes at the back and taking a sip of bottled water.

Someone sneakily handed him a syringe, which he held in his hand and stealthily injected into his arm, cursing in his mind, "I’ll see how I tear you apart!"