CHAPTER 1526: CHAPTER 1578: YOU CAN ALL COME AT ME TOGETHER

This question is hard to answer, but silence is an answer because no one stood up to speak for Prince Sashar. Some of the princes felt the process was too quick, lacking the expected pleasure of brutalizing him; some were displeased about losing money, feeling it was a slap in their face; others thought it was going to be an interesting show, so they remained silent, but their eyes were brimming with excitement.

Li Yifei’s lips curled into a faint smile, seemingly disdainful, as he looked at His Highness the Prince and said, "Then what do you think would be a fair victory?"

His Highness the Prince glanced around, searching for a powerful person to fight for him, but after a while, he couldn’t find his ideal candidate. Upon hearing Li Yifei’s question, the prince moved his lips but did not respond.

Li Yifei chuckled and said, "How about I give you a suggestion?"

"How do you want to fight?" the prince asked.

Li Yifei twisted his neck, making a cracking sound with his joints, then stood with his hands behind his back and chest out, saying, "Of all the people present, anyone who feels dissatisfied can come up. Oh, if you prefer, you can all come at me together. When everyone is down, that naturally means I’ve won."

Pausing, Li Yifei continued, "Do you think this is a good idea?"

Arrogant! Outrageously arrogant! This yellow-skinned monkey is insulting people!

As soon as Li Yifei spoke, the present princes and their subordinates collectively surged with anger, feeling immensely insulted. They even wanted to tear Li Yifei apart, and one person slapped the railing, shouting, "My men, get up there, I permit you to kill here!"

This prince brought six bodyguards today, all former special forces turned mercenaries, each earning a monthly commission of one hundred thousand US dollars, not a low price. Their skills were substantial, ensuring the prince’s safety as he engaged in eating, drinking, playing, and causing trouble.

The six men stepped forward in unison, standing together like a group of bear-like men, appearing rather intimidating.

Sashar became anxious, shouting loudly, "Who dares! Your Highness the Prince, are you sure you want to play this way? When it escalates and reaches the king, you won’t be justified! If you claim you’re out of money and can’t afford it, I can let it go, no need to use such despicable means against my friend."

Quite loyal, Li Yifei nodded to himself, reaching over the rail to pat Prince Sashar. Li Yifei said flatly, "They’re just a bunch of worthless nobodies, Sashar. Step aside and prepare a jug of wine for me to drink after the fight."

Sashar turned around, blinking his big eyes, and asked, "Hawk, are you sure you can do it? This isn’t a joke; a group can tear you apart with each grabbing a leg."

Li Yifei shook his head and said, "It’s all right, I can do it."

"Then... oh well." Sashar sighed and stepped back a few steps.

"Take him out and send him to the hospital for treatment." Li Yifei bent down, grabbed James, and flung him out with a flick of his hand. Luckily, Sashar’s bodyguard caught him; otherwise, James, flying the dozen meters or so, might not have needed to be sent to the hospital at all.

Li Yifei’s move astonished many. Although James was thinner, it was in comparison to other large men, and James, after all, was about one eighty-five meters tall, weighing over two hundred pounds, yet was casually lifted and thrown over ten meters by Li Yifei. What enormous strength that must require!

Some bodyguards felt that Li Yifei was indeed a formidable warrior, so they didn’t want to participate in such a gang fight. A strong person should be respected, not insulted. Therefore, when Li Yifei then invited all to attack him, these men still shook their heads and stepped back a bit, indicating they wouldn’t participate.

But there were still about twenty or thirty men, each climbed over the railing and jumped onto the fighting platform, warming up with hostile expressions.

The prince held a gun himself, pointed skyward, and said, "A gunshot signals the start; life or death doesn’t matter. Yellow-skinned man, you offered this idea yourself, it wasn’t me forcing you, so, bam..."

The gunshot rang out, and the surrounding brutes laughed wildly, charging at Li Yifei.

Li Yifei was almost the smallest in this group, surrounded by a mass of people, yet he didn’t move at all, not even bothering to open his eyes.

Too arrogant, even closing his eyes at this moment, he must be taught a lesson, thought all the princes and the prince himself.

A few seconds later, a scene occurred on the fighting platform that these people would never forget: countless two to three hundred-pound hunks were thrown like deflated balloons, some tossed several meters high, some several meters away.

Others were thumped to the ground with a punch or kick from Li Yifei.

Just like the flying stunts in "The Matrix," those big men soared into the air in various poses, their mouths emitting all sorts of miserable cries.

The prince sat with his mouth wide open, eyes glazed over, somewhat listlessly watching the events unfold on the platform. This is the real world; how can scenes from a movie appear here? A small, thin Asian man—how did he do it? How could he have such strength, enough to send those men, weighing twice as much as him, flying away?

"Huaxia Kung Fu! It must be Huaxia Kung Fu! Haha." Sashar also had his mouth agape, drool trickling down as he quickly wiped his chin.

The fight was exhilarating. Those usually ferocious big men were like sandbags stuffed with cotton, effortlessly sent flying by Li Yifei.

This wasn’t a fight on the same level; Li Yifei could effortlessly send flying anyone who dared attack him. He didn’t even need to exert much strength.

After surviving life and death in the great battle of Japan, Li Yifei gained a boost. This was his first real fight against people, and even he was a bit surprised at the increase in his strength. So, even with the disparity in levels, Li Yifei thoroughly enjoyed the fight, sending over thirty big men flying. The number of people surrounding him dwindled until there were none left. Those who hadn’t been sent flying were either lying or sprawled on the platform, groaning and moaning.

Li Yifei leisurely turned around. Seeing no one standing, he then turned to the stands, a smile spreading across his face as he said, "Anyone else?"

His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried over. The prince and other onlookers could hear him clearly.

The prince plopped back into his chair, looking somewhat disheartened. He was completely intimidated by Li Yifei. Could there really be such a fierce man in the world? This wasn’t a fair fight; it was outright bullying. Li Yifei seemed more like a Titan from ancient times.

The other princes were speechless. Some even avoided looking into Li Yifei’s eyes, fearing him.

Prince Sashar jumped up, ran to the platform, extended a hand, and high-fived Li Yifei, shouting, "By Allah, you are incredibly strong! You must be Allah’s messenger! Haha!"

According to rumors, God’s messengers possess immeasurable strength and can accomplish anything, but no one had ever seen such a being. Li Yifei’s immense strength seemed like that of a divine servant.

Only one bodyguard had never engaged in the fight and stood behind the princes. Suddenly excited, he clapped and pointed at Li Yifei, yelling, "You’re the Golden Eagle! I remember now, my God, you’re the Warrior King Golden Eagle!"

Golden Eagle! This name in certain circles was as menacing as Satan, albeit a different kind of Satan, yet equally powerful.

Golden Eagle, known globally for possessing the strongest individual combat abilities, had retired at the peak of his career. In recent years, his name had vanished into obscurity. Though elite soldiers emerged from many nations in these years, none could inspire the respect that Li Yifei did, even when people outwardly claimed otherwise.

After retiring, there were occasional legends about Golden Eagle in the underworld. In some secretive circles, they still knew Li Yifei was Golden Eagle. But much of the public was unaware, speculating whether Golden Eagle had joined a Huaxia unit to train newcomers or undertaken some mission.

In any case, while Golden Eagle himself was absent from the world, his legend remained, inspiring many hearts with admiration.

Among all the people here today, only this bodyguard had ever laid eyes on Li Yifei once. Others who knew of Golden Eagle had only heard his reputation but never seen him in person.

Upon hearing the bodyguard shout the name Golden Eagle, many of those lying on the platform and outside—the bodyguards and mercenaries—felt a sudden jolt, instinctively struggling to look at Li Yifei. However, some didn’t recognize the name Golden Eagle and simply displayed confusion on their faces, looking puzzled.

He is Golden Eagle? Those bodyguards and mercenaries familiar with the Golden Eagle’s exploits were practically bulging their eyes out, seemingly forgetting all their pain.

Were they just taught a lesson by the King of Special Forces, Golden Eagle? In retrospect, it wasn’t undeserved, because in legends, Golden Eagle’s personal prowess was comparable to a regiment, if not more. His single combat ability was thought to be the pinnacle of human capability, beyond imagination.

Was such a person right in front of their eyes?

"Cough...are you really Golden Eagle?" An older mercenary struggled to stand, looking at Li Yifei with a hint of respect in his expression.

Li Yifei turned to look at him and gently nodded.

He didn’t expect someone to recognize him here. However, since he was exposed, it didn’t matter. Li Yifei wasn’t planning on concealing this identity. When he fought earlier, he had held back, or else it wouldn’t have just been injured people, but corpses.

Returning a smile to the older mercenary, Li Yifei acknowledged him.