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A lean man in his forties was sipping a drink outside the betting area of the casino. The odds for Zhu Sheng Gou Yang San Lang looked promising today, with many wealthy patrons placing large bets on him. On the other end of the line, Peter shrugged without saying a word. Xu Li understood his meaning but still believed in his son: "Just wait for me."
He hung up and made his way to a corridor outside the venue, quickly arriving at the underground betting area where he found Yuri. "Place the bet first; they'll close the betting soon."
"Are you sure?"
Makarov, introduced by a domestic tycoon, didn't want his people to lose too much. Xu Li waved his hand for Yuri to help him place the bet. After entering his password on his phone and receiving his betting slip, he smiled at Yuri. "Peter is my son; I know how capable he is."
He patted Yuri's shoulder, who looked a bit surprised. "Just wait to collect your winnings."
"Really?"
Yuri's eyes darted as he waved at a stocky man in the casino. "Mike, place a two-million-dollar bet on Peter."
"Hahaha, Maozi, aren't you afraid of losing your money?"
The stocky man joked, but the betting slip was quickly printed out. He approached Maozi with a card reader, flashing a grin that revealed two rows of yellow-black teeth. "Pay up."
When Xu Li returned to his seat, Zhu Sheng Gou Yang San Lang had already entered the arena. Standing just under six feet tall, he had a muscular physique and was bouncing around in the Octagonal Cage, occasionally raising his fists and babbling incomprehensible animalistic sounds to the audience.
"Next up, we have from Huaxia, the Eastern Beast with five consecutive victories—Xu Jia'an!"
As the announcer's voice faded, Peter entered slowly with fingerless gloves raised high, accompanied by stirring entrance music. Aside from some of his fans, most spectators continued their conversations without paying him much attention.
The referee applied oil to his brow bone and checked his gloves and mouth before stepping back. Peter handed the National Flag to his Old Father sitting not far away and glanced back at the beast: "Do you remember what I told you?"
"One blood debt is never too few; a hundred is never too many!"
Nodding after speaking, he stepped into the Octagonal Cage and raised his fists to the audience. The two fighters stared each other down in mutual vigilance. Zhu Sheng Gou Yang San Lang had a solid stance; a quick low waist tackle might not be effective—this was also what gave him the confidence to challenge Peter.
In Peter's previous matches, he had charged in low for takedowns and finished off opponents with just a few punches!
Ding ding!
As the sound of the cage closing echoed, they bumped fists before retreating two steps each. The referee moved aside, hands on knees, watching every move of the fighters.
"Go all out! Beat that beast to death!"
"Stay focused and keep it up!"
Viewers from Huaxia watching the live stream sent barrage after barrage of comments as both fighters began tentatively testing each other's defenses with foot jabs and punches. While Zhu Sheng Gou Yang San Lang continued to jab with his feet, Peter took a slight step forward with his left foot, ignoring his opponent's small movements as he attempted to lean in and charge forward.
Zhu Sheng Gou Yang San Lang watched with a cold smile in his heart, waiting for this hot-headed kid to lose his composure. He continued to move slowly, hooking his foot forward while raising his arms to brace against his elbows, ready to defend against any sudden charge from the opponent. As long as the other dared to rush in, he would be able to use his elbow to strike at the opponent's head and neck.
After all, people had died in the Octagonal Cage before.
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