"I didn't expect this fellow's strength to improve so quickly. Last time he participated in the gang competition, his strength was only barely at the peak of the transcendent level. Now, in just three years, he possesses invincible strength below the Saint level. However, this is starting to get interesting."
Summers, who had been feeling uninspired, thinking he wouldn't have any opponents that would push him to his full potential, found himself filled with interest at Cook, wanting to go down and fight him.
"It seems this Daquan Gang has truly come prepared. Now, we'll see if 'Hell's Angels' makes a move. If no one appears, you might have to step in tonight," the middle-aged man said.
The peak of the transcendent level was also divided into tiers. Ordinary ones, like the Russian Bear, were comparable to peak innate grandmasters in Huaxia. Stronger ones, like Cook, were considered invincible grandmasters in Huaxia.
Although he had several experts at the peak of the transcendent level under him, none had reached Cook's level.
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After casually dealing with the Russian Bear, Cook didn't show any particular triumph. Instead, he fixed his gaze on another direction on the second floor.
Clearly, he was waiting for someone from 'Hell's Angels'.
In a private room adjacent to Zhang Fan's, a group of Canadians was gathered. The atmosphere in the room was currently a little subdued.
"Garcia, Cook's strength is immense. If you're not confident of victory, there's no need to fight," a Canadian middle-aged man with a handlebar mustache said.
"Everyone is probably waiting for us Hell's Angels to make a move. If we cower, we'll likely become a huge laughingstock."
"Don't worry, although I don't have a guaranteed victory, it's at least a fifty-fifty chance. Who wins or loses will only be known after the fight."
"Why are you all silent? Don't you have any confidence in me, Garcia?"
Garcia was a very young man, talking incessantly. Yet, no one in the room answered him; they all turned their attention to the fighting ring.
"Garcia, you don't need to go. Someone has already entered the ring," someone said.
"Oh, my God, why didn't you tell me sooner? Don't you know how awkward it is for me to be holding back?" Garcia clutched his face, feeling a slight warmth.
"Who is this fearless fellow that dares to appear at this moment?" Garcia turned his gaze to the ring, only to see a face even younger than his.
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The moment Yi Feicheng appeared, he immediately drew the attention of everyone present. It was impossible not to notice him; he looked no older than twenty-something.
Even the most formidable genius at this age, whose strength reached the peak of the transcendent level, would be considered exceptionally astonishing.
But hadn't the Russian Bear, who also possessed peak transcendent strength, been utterly defenseless against Cook?
"Huaxia person?"
Cook, who had only half Huaxia blood in him, was somewhat familiar with Huaxia people and asked in slightly broken Huaxia, "Are you from Huaxia?"
"Heihu Gang, Yi Feicheng!" Yi Feicheng's eyes were sharp as he, for the first time, put the Heihu Gang's name on the international stage.
*Pfft...*
Upon hearing this, everyone present was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"What is this Heihu Gang? I've never even heard of them. To dare challenge Cook at such a young age is simply seeking death."
"Heh heh, brother, you don't understand. Regardless of Heihu Gang's strength, since they dare to challenge Cook, even if it's a suicide mission, it's enough."
"After this fight, the name Heihu Gang will also be remembered."
As people discussed, some felt they understood the deeper meaning behind Heihu Gang's move and couldn't help but admire their audacity, willing to risk their lives for fame.
"Listening to you say that, it does make sense. At least from now on, I know there's something called Heihu Gang."
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Cook, standing on the ring, also blinked in surprise. After a moment of thought, he suddenly recalled. His deep blue eyes, as profound as a lake, stared at Yi Feicheng and said, "I have indeed heard of the existence of the Heihu Gang before. I heard they are the third largest gang in Huaxia, with both leaders being martial artists of the innate grandmaster level."
"However, the Qing Gang and Hongmen are truly becoming more and more disappointing. Even a small gang without a Saint can survive in the cracks between them."
"Are you here today to challenge me?" Cook asked, a hint of playful mockery in his eyes as he stared at Yi Feicheng.
Yi Feicheng shook his head and replied, "I'm not here to challenge you. I'm just fulfilling a request to kill you."
"Haha!" Cook, upon hearing this, didn't show anger. Instead, he laughed as if he had heard a joke, "Since that's the case, let me see what skills you possess. If you're too weak, I'll be very angry."
Yi Feicheng didn't waste any more words. He stomped on the cast-iron ring with his foot, his body as swift as a tiger, and lunged directly at Cook.
The crowd, who had been watching with amusement, suddenly fell silent because they clearly saw that after the young man lunged forward, his foot had left a half-inch deep imprint on the cast-iron ring.
Cook clearly noticed this as well. The smile on his handsome face gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of solemnity. This young man, it seemed, was not as simple as he had imagined.
"Tiger Fist!"
Yi Feicheng moved like a tiger, each punch carrying a sharp, fierce force, bombarding Cook from all directions.
Tiger Fist was a set of boxing techniques specifically taught to the Heihu Gang by Zhang Fan. Although it wasn't considered overly profound, it was still a boxing technique cultivated by an immortal cultivator, and it possessed more profound mysteries than earthly martial arts.
Facing Yi Feicheng's powerful offensive, Cook dared not be careless. He could feel the strength of the fist force; enduring it head-on would surely result in injury.
"Blue Flame Shield!"
Cook was a transcendent. The energy he cultivated was a type of blue flame. Although it looked soft, its temperature was extremely high. It could be used not only for combat but also for defense.
Blue flames erupted from his palms, forming a shield of condensed fire. Each punch Yi Feicheng landed on the fire shield would cause it to dim slightly, but after a complete set of punches, he still couldn't break it.
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"This Heihu Gang actually has such a formidable figure; they almost shattered Brother Cook's fire shield," a young woman with silver hair in the Daquan Gang's private room said, looking at the scene with surprise.
"The strength of this Huaxia person is indeed good. However, the Blue Flame Shield is just the most basic application of Cook's blue flame energy. If you can't even break this move, you're not that impressive,"
An old man with white hair, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, sat in the center of the private room and said indifferently as he watched the battle below.
"Yes, with Brother Cook's strength, he would shine brightly even in this gang competition, let alone this small ring. This Heihu Gang brat actually dared to say he wanted to kill Brother Cook. I think he's the one who's truly doomed," the silver-haired woman said with a snort.
The other individuals in the private room also appeared calm, as they were very confident in Cook's strength.
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In the monitoring room on the third floor, Summers stared at the two figures fighting back and forth below, also momentarily stunned.
"Who on earth is this Heihu Gang? I've never heard of them, yet they can cultivate such a monstrous talent?" Summers felt deeply impacted.
Although Yi Feicheng was currently at a slight disadvantage against Cook, he couldn't overlook the young Heihu Gang member's age. Cook was nearly thirty years old before achieving this level of strength.
This Heihu Gang youth, by all appearances, was only in his early twenties, yet he was already a formidable fighter at the same level as Cook. It was imaginable that in a few more years, another Saint might be born.
A Saint under thirty years old – each such prodigy appearing was enough to attract the attention and regard of major factions.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Ailebella, who was watching the battle from a private room on the second floor. This young man was with Ailebella. Could he be a newly recruited genius from the Blood Clan?
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