Chapter 86: Chapter 85: Instant Kill
He Yu said, "That’s none of your concern. All you need to know is that he will defeat you!"
"Oh? Then I shall wait and see. If he can even last twenty moves against , I’ll admit defeat!" Park Tae Hyung said mockingly.
At this mont, He Yu shouted, "Let’s welco the Masked Hero to the stage!"
"Holy shit, what the hell is a ’Masked Hero’?" a group of people asked in confusion. They were eager to know who this so-called Masked Hero was; the idea was simply too bizarre.
Sure enough, a masked Ye Fan took the stage. No one could see his face.
He approached Park Tae Hyung and said, "Are you the trash who insulted Shen Zhou Martial Arts?"
"Shen Zhou Martial Arts is profound, with a long and storied history. It’s not sothing the likes of you can fathom," Ye Fan said disdainfully.
"Is that so? Then I’d like to see if you truly have what it takes!" Park Tae Hyung was about to attack.
Just then, Ye Fan said, "One thing at a ti. We bet before we fight. That’s the rule!"
"I bet two million!" He Yu imdiately declared.
"Two million!"
The entire crowd gasped. That was a huge bet! Even in the Death Arena, the total wagers for a single match rarely exceeded one and a half million. For He Yu to bet two million outright was incredibly arrogant. Did he really think this so-called Masked Hero could win? They simply couldn’t believe it.
But since He Yu had bet two million, they weren’t about to miss this chance to make so easy money. In their view, He Yu was just handing them cash.
"I bet five hundred thousand!"
"Eight hundred thousand!"
"One million!"
The bets grew larger and larger, and in the blink of an eye, ten million had been wagered. This was, without a doubt, a spectacularly grand gamble, one that would likely set a new record for the Death Arena. The sheer scale of it was terrifying!
Park Tae Hyung was imnsely proud. He was certain he would win and could use this bout to make a na for himself. Ten million! Anyone would be tempted by such a sum. However, the amount bet on Ye Fan was minuscule in comparison. It wasn’t that he lacked supporters; their individual bets were just too small.
The total ca to only three million, and one million of that was from the enraged Shen Zhou Martial Artists. Seeing this, Ye Fan imdiately said, "I’ll bet five hundred thousand on myself!"
"What?"
The crowd was in an uproar. They started laughing, seeing Ye Fan as an arrogant fool who wouldn’t live to spend his winnings. Risking his life and still daring to bet on himself—the situation was utterly ridiculous.
At this, Park Tae Hyung sneered, "Kid, you dare bet five hundred thousand on yourself? Fine, then I’ll bet one million on myself!"
"No, no, no. I don’t need you to bet. When you’re dead, you won’t be able to collect, and I don’t like people owing
money, even if they’re dead," Ye Fan said disdainfully.
"Fine, very well! Let’s see if you can keep up that bravado!" Park Tae Hyung said furiously.
He and Ye Fan finally took their fighting stances.
At that mont, many of the tycoons in the audience were discussing how Ye Fan would be killed by Park Tae Hyung in three moves or less.
Park Tae Hyung charged forward, aiming a tyrannical punch at Ye Fan, a blow carrying imnse power intended to crush everything in its path.
But Ye Fan was unfazed. He moved, extending his own fist to et Park Tae Hyung’s.
BOOM!
CRACK!
The entire arena gasped, their eyes glued to the stage, wondering what had just happened. Park Tae Hyung suddenly let out a scream.
He clutched his fist, staring at Ye Fan in agony. Without a doubt, when they had clashed fist-to-fist, Ye Fan’s blow had proven even more domineering, instantly shattering Park Tae Hyung’s fingers. This fighter was truly sothing else. Who on earth was this Masked Hero?
Park Tae Hyung wailed, "You actually injured ! There’s a price for injuring , and it’s a price you can’t afford!"
He adjusted his movent technique once again. At this point, the wealthy tycoons in the audience no longer dared to speculate, their attention fixed entirely on the two fighters.
Ye Fan said, "You should say your last words now, because you won’t get another chance."
"Kill!"
Park Tae Hyung charged forward once more, this ti intending to completely obliterate Ye Fan.
Ye Fan scoffed, "Die!"
He balled his fist and launched a devastating punch.
BANG!
In an instant, blood splattered through the air, landing on the faces of several wealthy tycoons and scaring them half to death.
They looked toward the arena and were petrified by the sight. The mighty Park Tae Hyung now had a hole punched clean through his body by Ye Fan.
That punch was terrifying!
Park Tae Hyung’s body had been conditioned to an incredible degree; even a slash from a knife might not have wounded him. Yet, he had been pierced through by a single fist. Such power was enough to drive one to despair.
"Impossible!" Park Tae Hyung struggled to say.
He still had a breath left, but he knew it would be his last. This was undoubtedly the cruelest battle of his life.
Ye Fan said, "You’re just a South Korean Martial Artist who thinks he can strut around because he’s mastered Taekwondo. You might get away with that elsewhere, but the Divine Land is not a place for your arrogance!"
He swung his fist sideways, and in the next mont, Park Tae Hyung’s head rolled off the arena floor.
"Aweso! Fucking aweso!" He Yu roared.
It wasn’t just him; even the angered Shen Zhou Martial Artists were beaming with joy. The obnoxious man was finally dead.
This Masked Hero was terrifyingly powerful. The crowd was dying to know who he was and where his strength ca from, but the man himself remained exceptionally low-key.
Everyone could see that a single proper move from Ye Fan was enough to be fatal. The first clash was rely a block—or perhaps, he was just toying with Park Tae Hyung. The second move, however, was the real kill shot. As for the third, the beheading, it was pure insult. Still, the crowd clapped and cheered in approval; the insult was perfectly delivered and imnsely satisfying.
The mbers of the Five-star Society looked grim. Not only had they lost three million, but they had also lost Park Tae Hyung, their biggest earner in the Death Arena. This was a trendous loss.
Although they were furious, they didn’t dare cause a scene. Their intuition told them that a palpable, murderous intent filled the air. If they made a move, they would suffer a miserable death.
As for Ye Fan, he jumped down from the arena and vanished. He wasn’t one for fa, nor was he a hero.
He went to He Yu’s office within the Death Arena to wait.
Soon after, He Yu arrived, applauding Ye Fan. "Bro, that was so satisfying! It was such an exhilarating rush when you killed that Park Tae Hyung, I almost..."
"Cut it out!"
The more Ye Fan listened, the more uncomfortable he beca. This guy sounded like a total degenerate.
Ye Fan said, "Enough of that nonsense. The money is what matters. Give it to ."
"Bro, it’s all ready for you," He Yu laughed. "Besides, money is just a number to you and ! Wealth is as worthless as dung."
Ye Fan really wanted to strangle him. To He Yu, money might be like dung, but to Ye Fan, it was his lifeblood.
Soon enough, He Yu transferred all the winnings to his card.
Then, He Yu said, "Bro, no matter what, we have to go out and celebrate today. There are plenty of places to have fun here in Shangjing."
"One of them is a high-end recreational spot run by an Ancient Martial Family. It’s really classy and a lot of fun. I guarantee if you go once, you’ll definitely want to go back a second ti!"
"Then let’s go! What are you waiting for?"
Ye Fan was also curious to see what kind of recreational place the Ancient Martial Families frequented.
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