"He’s not just any fighter, he’s the hundred-battle King of the Life and Death Platform, the unbeatable Mammoth War God,"
the waiter said with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes. Having worked at the arena, he had naturally witnessed Luo ng in action. He saw with his own eyes how a fighter who had won ten matches challenged Luo ng, only to be seized by the head and smashed to the ground with a single move.
Just one move.
This newcor, notorious for his ruthlessness across ten battles on the Life and Death Platform, was subdued by Luo ng without even a chance to struggle.
"Hmm?" The waiter beside him clearly hadn’t quite grasped the extent of the other’s strength, only knowing from his colleagues that this Luo ng was very powerful and fierce.
Seeing Luo ng arrive, Ghost Hand felt more confident and looked at Li Feng, "Li Feng, this is Caesar Palace, not a place where you can run wild. If I were you, I wouldn’t have co here alone."
"You’re looking for death."
Ghost Hand looked coldly at Li Feng; he never expected that after escaping halfway, Li Feng would dare to co to Caesar Palace, and moreover, alone. He really thought he was invincible.
Li Feng glanced at Luo ng. This strong man had a familiar scent about him, the sll of blood. Then looking at Ghost Hand, who had suddenly beco very assertive, it was clear that this strong man was his ace.
Li Feng had also picked up so useful information from the waiters around him; this brute was a fighter from the arena, and also the reigning King.
The arena isn’t an official ring; it has always been the Life and Death Platform, where once you step onto it, life and death are disregarded. Even if one survives, they’re almost left crippled. You could say the arena is a bloody and brutal place of fa and profit.
The victor is King.
The defeated die.
"Heh."
Li Feng snorted through his nose and looked indifferently at Luo ng, then hooked his finger.
"Ha, you really are tired of living."
Luo ng hadn’t seen anyone dare to challenge him so openly for a long ti. On the Life and Death Platform, those facing him shivered uncontrollably, and the re ntion of his na could scare soone stiff.
Luo ng loosened his shoulders and twisted his neck. In the next second, Luo ng threw a punch as fast as lightning, the fist ripping through the air and emitting a sonic boom.
The force of the punch almost created a vacuum in front of Li Feng, causing a stifling sensation, and with Luo ng’s mammoth-like body, standing there exerting imnse pressure.
Let alone the fact that Luo ng had survived many bloody battles in the arena, killing countless people. The malignant aura he carried wasn’t sothing ordinary people could withstand. His glance alone could make people involuntarily shiver, the more timid unable to even stand properly.
Hiss.
So waiters simply turned their heads away, unable to bear watching what was to co.
At the critical mont,
Li Feng’s body swayed as if naturally responding to external forces. He dodged the punch, the force of the wind grazing his cheek and stinging slightly. Looking at Luo ng with his guard wide open, Li Feng’s hand moved like lightning to stab at Luo ng’s throat.
Crack.
A sound of breaking echoed by Li Feng’s ear. Luo ng’s eyes widened, clearly aware of the imminent danger. In a split second, Li Feng retracted his hand and spun around with a swift elbow strike.
Crack.
Another bone-breaking sound. A rib on Luo ng’s hefty fra was broken by Li Feng.
Luo ng died; his massive body fell directly onto Li Feng, who sidestepped as Luo ng’s nearly 300-pound body collapsed onto the ground limply.
Ghost Hand stared dumbfounded at the fallen Luo ng, his face filled with disbelief, looking back and forth between Li Feng and Luo ng.
"Luo ng."
The surrounding waitstaff also sensed sothing was off. The ntal image of a blown-apart head didn’t materialize, and the man who was punched by the Mammoth War God on the Life and Death Platform fell to the ground just like any other passerby.
What was going on?
"Bro, didn’t you say he was very tough? Just like that, and it’s all over?"
The questioned waiter felt a bit embarrassed; this shouldn’t be happening.
"Give five minutes to bring Han Li out to et , or I’ll burn this place down."
Li Feng looked coldly toward Ghost Hand, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Five minutes is too short; it’s impossible."
Ghost Hand swallowed.
"You now have four minutes and fifty-five seconds, fifty-three, fifty-two."
Li Feng glanced at the watch on his wrist and started a countdown. Ghost Hand, seeing that Li Feng was in no mood to negotiate, gritted his teeth and ran off.
Ghost Hand hurried to the elevator, went upstairs, and rushed to Han Li’s room. Standing outside the door, he could hear sounds coming from inside; barging in at this mont would surely displease Mr. Han, but he couldn’t worry about that now.
He never imagined that their trump card, Luo ng, known as the Mammoth War God in the ring with a hundred consecutive wins and no defeats, couldn’t withstand even one move from Li Feng.
Let’s not even ntion the tough guys that Li Feng had just taken down. Although he was alone, he didn’t know who else could stop him.
"Mr. Han."
"Mr. Han."
Han Li suddenly turned his head, frowning harshly at Ghost Hand; "Get out; can’t you see that I’m busy?"
Han Li gulped so saliva, clearly annoyed. Ghost Hand really lacked awareness today; couldn’t he see that Mr. Han was busy and still dared to stand there staring? Han Li imdiately grabbed a pen holder from the desk and threw it at Ghost Hand.
"I told you to get out."
Ghost Hand was hit directly, stumbling awkwardly. As he looked at the furious Mr. Han, he felt caught between a rock and a hard place.
Just then, a hand landed on Ghost Hand’s shoulder from behind. He turned sharply: "You, how did you...?"
"This is none of your business anymore, get out."
Li Feng commanded in a tone that brooked no argunt. Ghost Hand glanced at Li Feng, and strangely felt a bit relieved. When Han Li saw Li Feng, his body involuntarily froze.
He had intended to kill Li Feng and had naturally reviewed Li Feng’s photo countless tis, recognizing him imdiately.
"Sir, don’t stop; I still want it."
Even with a bellyful of anger, Han Li could only hold it in and turned to Li Feng: "Crown Prince Li Feng, truly, fa does not do you justice."
"I set such a deadly trap, and yet you managed to escape alive."
Li Feng stepped toward Han Li: "If I don’t die, soone else will."
Hearing Li Feng’s words, Han Li burst into laughter: "You want to kill ?" He squinted at Li Feng.
"This is my territory, and I’m not like those trash. If you had just hidden, I’d indeed be helpless, but you shouldn’t have co here."
"In one minute, a lot of people will gather outside. In three minutes, the exits will be blocked. No matter how incredible you are, do you think you can fight off so many, especially since I have a group of blood-experienced fighters under ?"
"Heh, and you, you’re alone. Do you think you can walk out of Caesar Palace alive?"
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