CHAPTER 1735: CHAPTER 1787: FINALLY EMERGING AFTER COUNTLESS CALLS

Satan remained silent, and the others didn’t approach him to speak either. Some wanted to talk, but their statuses weren’t sufficient, so they could only discuss among themselves. One group even set up a betting pool, gambling on who would win between the Golden Eagle and Satan, with separate payouts. Someone joined the excitement and found that Satan’s odds were 1.15, while Golden Eagle’s odds were 1.3, with a difference of 0.15 between them.

This gap isn’t much, but considering the results of their previous matches, it’s clear the bookmaker is showing slight favoritism, believing Satan to be stronger than Li Yifei.

Some were confused and asked for clarification. The bookmaker’s response was, "Our odds are fair. They don’t represent the fighters’ actual strengths. We assess based on the skill levels each has shown over the past year against powerful opponents. It’s clear Satan has challenged countless strong fighters recently, which justifies the higher odds."

Someone questioned, "That doesn’t make sense. What if you lose big?"

The bookmaker explained, "Gambling involves winning and losing. We are just the bookmaker. You are the bettors and who will win is your concern. We only collect the money and pay out based on the results. Rest assured, we are backed by the world’s top casino, and won’t renege on payment, even though the island is somewhat basic."

Hearing this, someone calculated, "Satan’s current displayed strength is indeed formidable, while Golden Eagle seems to have been quiet for a while. Even the bookmaker leans towards Satan winning, providing high odds. Though a rate of 1.15 means only a 15% yield, imagine betting billions. The money can grow significantly."

This person quickly reported their bank account number, made a phone call, and placed a bet. They wagered one hundred million US dollars on Satan to win.

Seeing someone really place a bet sparked interest in others. Someone squeezed forward, watched for a while, took out some money, pondered, and decided to bet on the higher yield, choosing Golden Eagle to win. This person wasn’t hesitant and staked ten million US dollars on Li Yifei winning.

With the gambling underway, the strong ones noticed too. Satan only snorted, not stopping it, though he and Golden Eagle’s names were being used for betting. The other strong ones didn’t join either, unlike the crowds. They looked beneath the surface. At this moment, they couldn’t determine who would win between Li Yifei and Golden Eagle, as they hadn’t fought yet. Discussing their strengths based on past experiences is unscientific and too superficial.

The gambling made the island more lively. Satan kept watching the sea, where Li Yifei was approaching Fog Island. When he was about a thousand meters away, Li Yifei saw a circle of yachts and boats anchored around the island. Once closer, he clicked his tongue, saying, "It looks like more people came this time than last."

Sophia smiled slightly, saying, "Yes, they’re even more curious about the master and Satan’s outcome this time."

The first two fights ended inconclusively, but this time the agreement is to decide a winner, promising a fierce battle, especially with Satan having enhanced so much.

"Prepare to land as agreed, and you stay hidden," Li Yifei stood at the bow, hands behind his back, watching the island. If someone could see him and Satan simultaneously, they’d notice that though several thousand meters apart, they seem to gaze at each other, despite the heavy mist making it look as if they both sensed each other.

They landed, the yacht docked, and Sophia was nowhere to be seen. Li Yifei jumped onto the island, shook his shoulders, and walked forward.

Li Yifei felt several auras, only belonging to those who reached a certain level of mastery. His shoulder shrug was to deflect these auras with his own, while also signaling them he had arrived.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Unlike Satan’s descent from the sky, akin to a missile hitting the ground, Li Yifei moved at neither fast nor slow pace. Today he wore a Tang Suit, tailored to perfection, not hindering his movement, representing Eastern strength challenging one of the West’s strongest.

"He’s here!" Mig exclaimed as his eyes lit up. Compared to Satan, he appreciated Li Yifei more. Despite the Easterner’s disadvantage in weight and height, they had a match scheduled, albeit postponed. "Hopefully, you won’t lose. Otherwise, I’ll have to fight that dark fellow instead."

"He’s here!" Orbach’s expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand to rub his eyes as if some dust had just fallen.

Gan Ma, seated in a seemingly empty space, opened his eyes. Despite appearing muddy, they gleamed as he looked into the distance where a blurry figure, Li Yifei, slowly emerged.

The one with the least reaction was undoubtedly Omba. She didn’t bother looking at Li Yifei, keeping her gaze on Satan, filled with a strong sense of hostility or battle intent.

Li Yifei, reminded by Murong Yuanqing, wasn’t surprised by the appearance of top-tier experts comparable to Murong Yuanqing, even national treasure level on the island. While walking, he confirmed the presence of at least four high-level experts.

The identities are clear, but the intentions are not, Li Yifei reminded himself.

The two focal figures today finally emerged under eager expectations. Li Yifei came to stand before Satan, who remained expressionless, suddenly raising a hand. Li Yifei raised his too, both clenched fists striking towards the center.

Thud... With a muffled sound, both took a step back, their expressions unchanged. Satan laughed uproariously, reminiscent of thunder, saying, "Ha, ha, good, Golden Eagle, you’ve improved too, excellent."

"No, you’re the one who improved, excellent. I’ve been like this for a while," Li Yifei replied.

Satan raised an eyebrow, his dark face serious as he continued, "Indeed, you first challenged that old fellow from Japan, while I improved only recently. So strictly speaking, you improved first."

Li Yifei said, "No hurry to fight, right?"

"No hurry, we’re already here, no need to rush. If you’re tired, rest and recover to the best state before we fight!" Satan suggested.

Li Yifei shook his head, saying, "No, I’ll go speak with an old friend." After finishing, Li Yifei walked towards Mig, who smiled as Li Yifei approached.

In this interaction, Li Yifei’s and Satan’s differing personalities were highlighted. Upon arriving, Satan ignored the others, whereas Li Yifei engaged them in conversation.