CHAPTER 1525: CHAPTER 1577: A BILLION-DOLLAR BET

Thumping heavily on his chest, the Caucasian named Oslav stared with eyes like a bull’s, extending his hairy hand, beckoning to Li Yifei with a finger and said, "You have a few minutes to live, say your last words."

Li Yifei tilted his head, calmly looking at the other without joy or sorrow, as if watching an idiot.

Oslav frowned and continued, "Since you don’t want to speak, fine, after I kill you and get the money, I’ll buy you a beautiful coffin, with diamonds inlaid on it. Haha, no need to thank me, it’s what I should do, and it won’t cost much anyway!"

With a hundred million, he could completely leave the mercenary organization, find an island, and live comfortably for the rest of his life, without worrying about money.

"Hehe, your wish isn’t bad." Li Yifei faintly smiled, ignoring him and turned his head towards the stands.

The prince was already impatient, he and Sashar had signed the betting contract, which was effective immediately and binding, not fearing the opponent would renege.

The prince urged, "Don’t waste words with him, just do it and kill him. You can then get your money."

Sashar still worried about Li Yifei, but he had just excitedly wagered a billion, so now he could only choose to believe in Li Yifei. Recalling what Li Yifei had done a few days ago, Sashar decided maybe Li Yifei was indeed confident, so he encouraged him, "Hawk, I believe in you!"

"Wait a moment!" Li Yifei spoke, reaching into his pocket, took out a card, shook it, and tossed it to Sashar, saying, "Since everyone is betting, I’ll put in a bit too."

No one present expected Li Yifei to bet on himself.

"How much are you betting, I’ll place it for you, just fight first!" Sashar said.

Li Yifei shook his head and said, "No, I’ll still do it myself, I don’t know how much money is in that card, but I’d like to bet half. You testify for me, after the match, I’ll check how much is actually in it, then you only need to pay me half of that amount."

"Hey, kid, don’t joke around, trying to bet with a random card? Tell me how much you want to bet, I’ll cover for you." A mercenary whistled towards Li Yifei, speaking mockingly.

A prince laughed uncontrollably, pulled out a stack of US Dollars, slammed it on the table, and said, "For this kid’s guts, I’ll bet ten thousand on you to win! However, I’ll bet a million on that bear to win."

Sashar held the specially designed card, recognizing it, knowing that possessing such a card is not ordinary.

"There’s no rule on how much to bet, so even if there’s one dollar in this card, it must be paid," Sashar said solemnly, "Your Highness Prince, do you agree with this?"

The prince’s cheek twitched, snorted, and said, "Agree, whatever amount is in his card, I’ll acknowledge it, but the premise is, can he beat my man? Obviously not. Haha."

Sashar had someone bring the agreement, both parties signed, he signed on behalf of Li Yifei, and it was written into the terms.

Many people deliberately glanced at that card, there were many connoisseurs here who knew that such a card was not something an ordinary person could possess, but some mercenary kings could also get such cards, as long as they had money, they were obtainable.

Money? How much could that be, thought the prince disdainfully. In his heart, Li Yifei’s chance of winning was less than one percent, so even if he did win, the prince figured he wouldn’t have to compensate much.

A few hundred thousand dollars? Several hundred thousand dollars? Or a bit more, a few million dollars at most, and a few million dollars was just a fraction of the prince’s expenditures per match.

It’s not a big deal, a cruel glint flashed in the prince’s eyes, he was already eager to see the scene where his men would tear apart this yellow-skinned clown.

Sashar clenched his fists, this battle was about face, but since Li Yifei had the confidence, he would also believe in him.

Many princes also placed bets, and those mercenaries watching the excitement were betting as well.

Behind the princes were bodyguards, one of them a large figure, frowned, eyes fixed on Li Yifei, his expression serious. He felt Li Yifei’s figure was very familiar, though in Westerners’ eyes, Easterners all looked somewhat similar, especially men and women from Huaxia, Japan, Korea, seem not much different, having low resolution, but this bodyguard still felt Li Yifei was very familiar in height, size, and build...

But he couldn’t recall where he’d seen Li Yifei, so he just kept his eyes on him.

In the venue, Oslav was already eagerly swinging his fists together, lowering his body, growling and charging towards Li Yifei.

Seeing his huge fist about to land on Li Yifei, everyone outside the ring held their breath, even Sashar couldn’t help but want to close his eyes. He chose to believe in Li Yifei, but... don’t tell me you can’t even dodge one punch. That would be too lame!

This punch carried immense force, incredibly powerful, in terms of its power, if hit, maybe even bones could be shattered.

Li Yifei stood unmoving, face expressionless, as if frightened by the punch, making Sashar almost shout, dodge!

The prince’s sarcastic words were all ready, just about to burst out.

And just at that moment, a fist noticeably smaller than the opponent’s slowly rose.

Exactly slowly, the onlookers’ eyes were not mistaken. Li Yifei calmly and leisurely raised his hand, clenched his fist, and collided with the opponent’s aggressively descending punch.

The imagined scene of Li Yifei being blasted away, or his arm shattering in segments, did not occur. On the contrary, Li Yifei’s smaller fist, compared to the opponent’s, remained motionless.

After the collision, instead, Oslav was sent flying, accompanied by a massive scream of pain.

Oslav’s arm, with the bone beneath the skin, seemed to be shattered by Li Yifei’s punch. The entire arm was limp as he flew four or five meters through the air and landed heavily on the ground with a thud, raising a large cloud of dust.

Li Yifei remained calm, as if what had just happened wasn’t his doing, but someone else’s.

"Hiss..." Most of the onlookers gasped; how could this be possible? How could that Asian do it? It even defied the laws of physics!

Li Yifei was clearly standing still and was even punching later. In terms of mass, force, and momentum, Li Yifei was at a disadvantage, even a massive disadvantage. How did he manage to reverse the situation with a single punch and send that bear flying?

Even that bear’s arm was now limp and swelling quickly with blood.

The prince rubbed his eyes vigorously to confirm that the scene before him had truly occurred. He couldn’t help but shout, "Impossible, how could this be?!"

Sashar grinned widely, laughing. Haha, he didn’t bet wrong. The Hawk he met on the plane was indeed a formidable man, someone astonishing.

Winning money was a minor matter. More gratifying was that Li Yifei was a strong man, and moreover, he belonged to Sashar.

Sashar mimicked a Tai Chi gesture and emitted a sound like Li Xiaolong’s screaming sound.

"Get up, damn it, get up and beat him to death for me!" The prince waved his fist, shouting at Oslav.

What Li Yifei did earlier, only Oslav might know, so even though he’s usually more terrifying than a wild bear when enraged, Oslav was genuinely intimidated this time.

It was as if he had punched a wall made of steel, and then that wall of steel suddenly reacted, sending him flying. The pain in his arm frightened Oslav, making him realize a single blow could render one of his arms useless. Was this even human?

As he watched Li Yifei approaching slowly, Oslav used his other arm to keep crawling back, trying to distance himself from Li Yifei.

He didn’t dare fight anymore. This was not a battle of equals. Oslav had seen such fierce individuals before; they weren’t defeated by sheer numbers or courage because they transcended humanity, being true strongmen from the realm of myth.

Li Yifei looked at Oslav calmly, lowered his head, and asked, "Do you admit defeat?"

"I... I admit defeat. I can’t beat you." Oslav thought the opponent might be going for a fatal blow. Hearing Li Yifei’s question, he was stunned for a moment, quickly shaking his head and saying, "I admit defeat!"

Li Yifei nodded and said, "Good!"

At this point, Oslav ignored the prince’s shouts. Seeing Li Yifei nod, he repeatedly said thank you.

The prince was about to pass out from rage. No matter how he shouted, the other side wouldn’t care, making the prince want to roll up his sleeves and fight Li Yifei himself.

Li Yifei turned around, facing the princes, and said, "I won."

The princes felt awkward inside. Losing money was minor, but losing face was significant. They all considered Li Yifei unlikely to win, but suddenly he defeated a potential champion like Oslav with one move, wasn’t this a slap to the princes’ faces?

"That’s right, you won!" Sashar ran over, slapping the railing, shouting, "Hawk, you didn’t let me down, haha."

"No, this doesn’t count!" The prince shook his head violently, angrily pointing at Li Yifei, saying, "You must have cheated, attacking my man sneakily, so this match doesn’t count. It’s void. If you want to win money, you have to fight again."

Sashar turned his head sharply, saying, "Why doesn’t it count, Your Highness? So many eyes are watching. How did my friend cheat, using only his fists and nothing else? Now this is what you call cheating!"

Sashar gave a heavy snort, scanning the others with his eyes, "Princes and Your Highness, do you all have the same opinion? Do you also think my friend cheated?"