Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 357

Chapter 357: 357

"I knew the house wouldn’t be so kind as to give away benefits, setting a trap intentionally."

"What’s the background of this guy?"

"Who knows?" Someone’s face grew anxious, after all, they thought they had a sure win earlier when the Duel Arena was supposedly giving away benefits, and they had placed hefty bets.

Because of the odds, many people, aiming to earn more profit, placed bets of thousands and even billions.

These rich second-generation kids did have money, but a bet in the billions wasn’t a small amount for them either; if they really lost it all at once, they would definitely feel the pain.

Tang Bin gulped nervously.

Thinking back to his provocation in the restaurant, he must’ve been brain-damaged. If the other party decided to land a punch on him, he’d either be dead or become a vegetable by now.

No, that’s not right.

It must be an act.

"Champion, aren’t you going to knock him out with one punch already? What are you dawdling for?"

"Hit him!"

"Where’s your Heavy Punch, your Backspin Kick? Come on, fight!"

The spectators around them were shouting angrily, excitement surging through the crowd.

"You’re about to meet your Buddha."

Li Feng said, and suddenly lunged forward, his hand chopping like a sword being unsheathed, swift like the Sword Drawing Skill of Beihai Country’s Sword Dao.

His hand chop aimed directly at Sanggu’s throat. No matter how tough a human’s body is, the neck will forever be one of the weak points, and the throat, the weakest among those.

The speed Li Feng exploded with instantly surpassed Sanggu’s reaction. If we were speaking about a minute ago, Sanggu could’ve blocked Li Feng’s strike with pure instinct, but sadly, that was a minute ago.

In that minute, Li Feng had launched a total of a hundred and two punches, blocked sixteen times, and each punch was calculated to strike the opponent’s acupoints on the arms and body.

Inner True Qi coupled with Dark Strength, the impact on Sanggu’s meridians caused muscle paralysis and slowed reactions.

A step slow means every step is slow.

By the time Li Feng’s final strike came, Sanggu was already half a beat behind. In the duel between masters, milliseconds decide victory or defeat, and half a beat can determine life or death.

Li Feng struck with his chop, immediately stepping back, like a Sword Drawing Skill exhibition—the blade’s edge is revealed in a flash and then sheathed again, as if it had never been drawn.

Sanggu’s eyes stared at Li Feng, gradually losing their luster, but his body stood erect even in death.

"You believed in Buddha, so I’m sending you to meet Buddha, Amitabha."

Li Feng said this in front of Sanggu, wiping his hand over the other’s eyes and then giving the body a push backward, and the underground boxing champion thudded to the ground.

In the VIP box, Bai Haoyu smashed his glass onto the floor, his tone ominous, "Butler, you previously told me he was the unbeatable underground boxing champion."

"And he couldn’t even defeat a freeloading scumbag, is this how you handle things!" Bai Haoyu didn’t care how strong Sanggu was; all he knew was that the loser not only managed to survive but didn’t have a scratch on him.

He was incredibly displeased, supremely so.

The butler looked up at Bai Haoyu, almost suspecting that this young master had set this up deliberately, because the young master had bet on Li Feng winning, and that bet was five billion. According to the odds, he had just made sixty-five billion in one go.

Even robbing a bank isn’t as profitable.

"Young Master Bai, you’ve just made sixty-five billion, what’s there to be dissatisfied about?"

The butler was also very displeased. Sixty-five billion, that’s a huge sum of money. He estimated that even after the Sha Wang feast ended, the turnover would hardly breach a hundred billion.

Hearing this, Bai Haoyu felt even more irritated, "I care about money? What I want is his life."

"I don’t care; I just want to make sure he can’t leave this Duel Arena alive."

Steward Huang Zhong heard Bai Haoyu’s request and wondered if he was overthinking it. If there was any connection between the two men, this young master Bai wouldn’t possibly show such an expression. If it was an act, it was too convincing.

"Ten billion, I want him dead before the sun reaches its zenith, no matter what method you use."

Bai Haoyu was by no means stingy with money, especially since he was truly not lacking funds at the moment. Although he was jealous and upset, the sudden earning of tens of billions was still an unexpected windfall.

Although the Bai Family was wealthy, he couldn’t just use the money as he pleased, after all, it was the family’s estate, and expenditures had to be properly accounted for.

"As you wish."

Steward Huang Zhong turned and left immediately.

"Damn it, I bet a billion and actually lost."

"A bit regretful I bet too little, just a few million, multiplied by thirteen, it’s just a few tens of millions, not even a billion, what a loss, a big loss."

"What did I say, if you’re going to bet, bet on the underdog, and besides, this match was clearly a setup. Would the Duel Arena be that stupid? This is all a scheme, do you understand schemes?"

"You bunch of fools, actually thought money was that easy to pick up, not even understanding that when things go awry there’s usually a demon at play."

Some were joyous while others were distraught, some lost money and some earned it. Although these people weren’t betting huge amounts, the total still amounted to a substantial sum, since they were all wealthy people, casually splashing out, with stakes starting at a million.

While the stands were in complete disarray, Li Feng looked up towards a VIP box right in front of him, the box directly opposite Li Feng, with a distance of no more than thirty meters between them.

Bai Haoyu.

Dong Xin’s young uncle.

Bai Haoyu stood on the balcony of the VIP box with a dark expression, looking down at Li Feng. Li Feng sneered coldly and extended his middle finger towards Bai Haoyu, then reversed the gesture, pointing it towards the ground.

This was an overt provocation.

Enraged, Bai Haoyu thought to himself, "You dog who feeds off a woman, if I don’t kill you today, I won’t carry the Bai surname."

"Hm!"

In the hotel room, Dong Xin sat up abruptly and stretched languidly with immense satisfaction.

"Li Feng, Li Feng are you there?"

"Where have you gone?"

Dong Xin’s brow furrowed slightly as she turned to the living room and didn’t find Li Feng. He couldn’t have left, could he?

Dong Xin quickly grabbed the hotel phone and dialed the front desk.

"Where has the gentleman staying with me gone to, do you know?"

"He should be at the Duel Arena now."

"Duel Arena, okay, I got it," Dong Xin mumbled to herself, thinking Li Feng had gone to watch a fight, and then she twisted her body and went into the bathroom to start freshening up.

After a while, Dong Xin simply put on some makeup, changed her clothes, and left the room: "Take me to the Duel Arena."

Just as Dong Xin arrived at the Duel Arena, she heard a sharp howl coming from there.

"How come you’re keeping so many Huskies here?"

Dong Xin asked the driver with some surprise, and the driver turned to look at the breathtakingly gorgeous lady behind him, naturally intending to show off.

"These aren’t Huskies, they’re Wild Wolves, captured from a small wolf pack over there, roughly thirty in number. However, seven or eight died on the way, and about twenty are left."

"This is the Duel Arena, not just for man-to-man battle, but also for man-beast fights; I guess there’s a human versus wolf showdown happening right now."

Dong Xin’s eyebrows knitted slightly. Although she liked the blood-pumping action of fighting, the idea of humans grappling with wild beasts was unacceptable to her.

"Hmph, Li Feng, let’s see how you survive this time."

Hiding his anticipation, Bai Haoyu’s face revealed a sinister smile, a wolf pack starved to the point of desperation was enough to tear apart any food in front of them.