Chapter 85: Chapter 84: Martial Arts Competition on the Arena Stage
"What’s the matter?" Ye Fan asked. He was surprised that He Yu would seek his help; after all, in Shangjing, He Yu was known for his incredible connections. At that mont, He Yu said, "Brother, where are you? I’ll co pick you up!" Ye Fan gave He Yu the address.
In less than twenty minutes, He Yu arrived. To Ye Fan’s annoyance, the man was also a notorious lecher. Inside the RV, He Yu was cozying up with a girl on each side, which Ye Fan found repulsive. He truly despised associating with such n. It was utterly disgraceful. Although he was also holding two himself...
That being said, the four models had truly top-notch figures, with curves in all the right places. But that wasn’t the important part. What mattered was that these models knew exactly how to take care of a person, and they made Ye Fan feel completely comfortable.
He Yu lit a cigar for Ye Fan and said, "Brother, my venue was trashed by a Taekwondo martial artist from South Korea."
"What do you an?" Ye Fan asked.
He Yu explained, "My venue is an underground arena, a Death Arena, that caters exclusively to the wealthy elite. They all love watching the matches because it’s thrilling, plus they can place bets. Business has always been good, but this ti a Taekwondo martial artist showed up. He’s incredibly strong. He’s already killed several of my n."
"I wanted to fight him myself, but I’m no match for him either!"
How embarrassing for He Yu! His skills had only just reached the inner gate realm, so they were far from adequate. His family had pulled him from the Divine Dragon prematurely. To put it bluntly, he had been eliminated. According to the rules of the Divine Dragon, those who were eliminated were supposed to die, but his family had used their influence to get him out. As a result, his abilities were severely lacking.
Ye Fan said, "Alright, let’s go check it out. We’ll see if this martial artist is as fearso as you say."
"Great! Brother, I actually have sothing else to discuss with you."
"What is it?" Ye Fan asked impatiently. The two models were massaging him into a state of blissful comfort. More importantly, they knew Ye Fan was a big shot, seeing as even He Yu had to be so respectful. They started snuggling up to Ye Fan, their bodies brushing against him until he was almost wild with temptation.
He Yu said, "It’s about a stake in the arena. Even though it’s just an underground ring, the annual revenue is at least several billion. So, I’ve decided to give you half!"
"Let’s keep business and personal matters separate. I’ll help you out of respect, but forget about the shares," Ye Fan declared.
"Brother, are you going to refuse even ?" He Yu asked, looking like he was about to launch into a dramatic emotional plea.
Ye Fan quickly cut him off. "Alright, I agree!"
Damn, that almost gave
goosebumps.
The two arrived at the Death Arena. He Yu had been having a miserable few days, having lost nearly one billion. The South Korean martial artist was incredibly arrogant, backed by South Korea’s Five-star Society, a force not to be underestimated.
Upon arriving at the arena, Ye Fan put on a mask, not wanting to reveal his identity or face. The place was already packed with wealthy tycoons. Many of them were smiling, but just as many were on the verge of tears, having bet on the wrong side.
Two n were on the stage. One was a Shen Zhou Martial Artist, and the other was the South Korean. The South Korean stood with his arms crossed, a disdainful and triumphant smirk on his face. He was ugly, but his muscular build was electrifying. He was clearly a formidable figure. The other, a Shen Zhou Martial Artist, was sowhat emaciated. His strength was at the great-completion of the inner gate realm. While that ranked him among the top in the secular world, in the ruthless underground, he was rely a novice.
The Shen Zhou Martial Artist declared, "I am Chen Hao, a successor of the Yong Chun Fist, here to challenge you!"
"Park Tae Hwan," the South Korean martial artist introduced himself.
Ye Fan imdiately analyzed his strength, noting that he had already reached the Houtian realm and possessed a very strong physique. He was indeed a master.
Just then, Chen Hao, the successor of the Yong Chun Fist, rushed forward, displaying a graceful, crane-like stance as he attacked. Park Tae Hwan’s strength was greater, but Chen Hao’s speed was superior. In the blink of an eye, he circled behind Park Tae Hwan and landed a punch on the back of his head.
"Good strike!" shouted the few spectators who had bet on Chen Hao.
Park Tae Hwan simply shook his head. "Not bad. Just enough for a light massage."
Chen Hao was furious, taking the comnt as a grave insult. He was about to charge again when Ye Fan’s voice cut through the air. "Chen Hao, you’ve already lost. Admit defeat!" As they were both Shen Zhou Martial Artists, Ye Fan wanted to save his life. In the Death Arena, the only way to save Chen Hao was to convince him to surrender. Otherwise, his fate was sealed.
Chen Hao snarled, "Mind your own damn business and stay out of my way!"
Ye Fan was furious. He would let Chen Hao learn the hard way what happens when you don’t listen to your elders.
In the next mont, Chen Hao unleashed his Shadow-Shifting Yong Chun Fist, landing a flurry of blows on Park Tae Hwan, but his opponent didn’t even flinch.
"Are you done yet?" Park Tae Hwan asked.
A sense of dread washed over Chen Hao. He tried to retreat, but Park Tae Hwan’s hand shot out and grabbed him by the hair before delivering a devastating punch.
Brain matter splattered everywhere. Instantly, a collective gasp went through the crowd. They were stunned by the sheer brutality. A legendary Shen Zhou Martial Artist like Chen Hao had his head smashed to pieces with one blow. What terrifying strength!
"A clown like you dares to act so presumptuously before ?" Park Tae Hwan licked his lips. The scene was bloody, but he clearly enjoyed the sensation of killing. It was the kind of thing that would give people nightmares.
Beside Ye Fan, He Yu’s face went pale. With Chen Hao’s death, he would have to pay out another two hundred million. While that sum wasn’t much to him, he was infuriated that a South Korean martial artist dared to be so audacious on Divine Land’s soil. That was what angered him most. The few tycoons who had bet on Chen Hao were nearly in tears. That was their money on the line, and with Chen Hao’s death, they would lose it all.
Just then, Ye Fan said, "Let
go up. Max out the odds on . I’ll win your money back, and we’ll split the earnings fifty-fifty."
He Yu imdiately replied, "Brother, what’s there to split between us? You can have all the winnings! Just kill him for . This bastard is too damn arrogant. I want him dead, now!"
"Alright, no problem," Ye Fan said with a calm smile.
Park Tae Hwan remained as arrogant as ever, taunting the crowd from the stage. "Are all you Shen Zhou Martial Artists such fragile trash? Isn’t there a single one who can fight? Co on! A bunch of useless cowards!"
At his words, several Shen Zhou Martial Artists in the audience rose to their feet, ready to take up the challenge. He Yu could no longer stay quiet. If this continued, the arena would descend into chaos. He stepped forward and announced, "Next up, we have a mysterious contender who will surely defeat you!"
"Defeat ?" Park Tae Hwan scoffed. "Besides the King of Heaven, I don’t take any Shen Zhou Martial Artists seriously!"
His words dripped with arrogance, but the wealthy tycoons didn’t seem to care. To them, making money was all that mattered. Talk of patriotism and heroic deeds ant nothing if it didn’t affect their bottom line. Even as they were being mocked, they simply pretended not to hear. Seeing this, Ye Fan felt a flicker of disappointnt. True enough, in the face of self-interest, everything else was a fleeting illusion. He had overestimated these people.
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