CHAPTER 1734: CHAPTER 1786: CRAZY SATAN

There aren’t many people who can evoke a murderous aura in the eyes of Omba, the Wolf of Chile. Of course, Li Yifei doesn’t know this character and hasn’t offended him, so it’s only Crazy Satan from Europe. His trail of sins in South America is long, so Omba’s fierceness emerges at first sight of him.

The newcomer is indeed Crazy Satan. This time, he arrived first, with that familiar landing mode, descending from the sky with a thud, like a meteor striking the ground from space.

Satan lowered his head, his eyes staring at his feet. Originally, there was a large, very thick stone there, but now it’s covered in cracks.

Satan nodded in satisfaction, lifted a foot, gently shook it, and walked out of the stone’s range. As soon as his two feet left, that stone, which looked so thick, shattered completely.

Satan still had dark skin, but his muscles appeared to have diminished somewhat, not as explosively powerful as before. By Huaxia people’s standards, he was still ugly, and his skin color was a bit hard to accept. However, by a black person’s standards, Satan might be an unparalleled handsome man, possessing both powerful abilities and a strong physique.

In Europe and Africa, who knows how many women Satan has enchanted.

His appearance pushed the island’s anticipation to a new high. These people all wanted to see this battle between Li Yifei and Satan. Now that the first protagonist has appeared, in such a sensational way, some felt their trip wouldn’t be in vain and anticipated an intense duel.

People below were already whispering. A young black man, eyes shining with fervor, trembled with excitement upon seeing Satan, a fellow black man, saying, "It’s Satan, Crazy Satan, haha, he seems even more powerful. That landing, full of strength, amazing, indeed the Crazy Demon, so dominant."

Coincidentally, beside the young black man stood an East Asian face. His nationality was unknown, but since he was East Asian, by geographical ties, he must stand by Huaxia, on the side of the Golden Eagle. So, upon hearing the young black man’s excited words, he curled his lips and arrogantly said, "It’s awesome just because he landed like that? You didn’t come the last time they fought, did you? I’m telling you, last time he jumped down like that, and what happened? Didn’t do him much good. I’ll get you a plane. We’ll drop you down from it, and you’ll make a bigger noise than he did!"

He spoke in English, and the young black man, of course, could hear it clearly. He immediately got excited, turning and glaring at him, only to find that this East Asian man’s height was greater than his own, nearing two meters, while he was just over 1.8 meters tall, and their physiques were quite different.

"Don’t insult the Crazy Demon, or I’ll fight you to the death," the young black man said excitedly.

The East Asian man’s lips curled even more, and seeing he had caught others’ attention, he rolled his eyes, ignoring the other.

Some were also marveling at Satan’s strength. A gleam flashed in Mig’s eyes as he thought to himself, "Satan has improved significantly. Don’t just look at his landing; observe the ferocious aura that casually exudes from him... my progress is still too slow!"

In just a few breaths, many people among the audience around the venue had different thoughts. They admired him or had their own calculations.

After a moment of silence, Satan began to survey his surroundings. His gaze swept across half the circle, spotting Mig. He nodded in acknowledgment, still maintaining a certain level of respect for Mig. His eyes landed on the Indian Gan Ma, the Indian master who had never reacted to the outside world. Satan’s gaze paused briefly, a flicker of battle intent passed through his eyes, but he quickly moved on, eventually noticing The Grand Bishop in Red, Orbach.

This surprised Satan somewhat but didn’t truly astonish him. After rising to power, he had some conflicts with the religious organization represented by Orbach, but they were minor. The two seldom made appearances, letting their subordinates handle matters.

Orbach’s expression remained with his usual faint, professional smile, what lay behind it unknown. Seeing Satan look over, Orbach nodded slightly in acknowledgment, and Satan returned the nod.

Finally, Satan’s gaze landed on the Wolf of Chile, Omba. Seeing the woman towering over two meters tall and absolutely commanding the scene, he suddenly laughed heartily, striding toward Omba.

Omba’s murderous aura abruptly collected, waiting for Satan to approach and stop a few meters away. Satan said, "Omba, no wonder I couldn’t find you; turns out you came here!"

He had challenged many experts, some genuinely strong, others only falsely reputed, yet he hadn’t found Omba.

"If you wish, I can accept your challenge now, but I won’t guarantee your survival," Omba replied indifferently.

Satan tilted his head back in laughter, revealing a mouth full of large white teeth, and said, "Not today, I want to challenge the Golden Eagle. Omba, you can wait. After I fight the Golden Eagle, I’ll come for you!"

Omba’s gaze returned to calmness as if she didn’t want to look at Satan anymore, so she didn’t reply to him either.

Satan was a man of few words, only speaking a few lines to people he found agreeable. Otherwise, he might have completely ignored Mig, Gan Ma, and Orbach. These people were legendary powerhouses, and for Satan to behave like this could seem disrespectful. Although he personally might not feel that way, others could consider it so.

The fog on Fog Island still lingered, but a light breeze blew through, dispersing it slightly, increasing visibility.

Satan stood with his hands behind his back, facing a direction, positioned in the center of the venue, as if he could see Li Yifei through the numerous layers of mist.

Below, soon, people started discussing again. Using Omba’s identity as a topic, the talk turned to Satan’s trip to South America, mentioning how he had continually challenged countless experts. Those familiar revealed the identities of those experts.

"No way, is he that strong?" someone expressed surprise. Some people only knew about this upcoming battle and rushed over, unaware of what Satan had done in the meantime.

The person rolled his eyes, slightly disdainful, and said, "Of course, could I be lying? I’m not even a fan of Satan; no need to brag about him. Lately, this black guy has done a lot in South America, even killing several unparalleled experts, causing public outcry!"

"Oh, no wonder Omba gave him such a fierce, vicious look. If it weren’t for today’s duel between Satan and the Golden Eagle, I feel Omba would’ve already made a move."

"Ha, I think so too. If she made a move, it would be great to watch. You know, Omba is called the Wolf of Chile, and her combat power is absolutely formidable. If she were to fight Satan first, it would definitely be quite a spectacle."