On the other side, the Hell Angels watched with immense admiration and a hint of regret.
"This young man, at his age, already possesses the strength to contend with Cook. It's unimaginable what heights he will reach. However, it's a shame..." Garcia sighed, shaking his head.
"Indeed, it's a bit of a pity. Given Cook's temperament, this young man from the Black Tiger Gang probably won't be able to leave the ring alive," said the man with a full beard.
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From the outset, although Yi Feicheng's offensive was fierce, Cook managed to parry it all, causing Ye Jing, who witnessed this, to worry.
Zhang Fan could only comfort her from the side, "Don't worry, Brother Yi Feicheng is just testing the opponent's strength. He has far more tricks up his sleeve. Dealing with a mere Cook is a piece of cake."
Indeed, to outsiders, it appeared that no matter how Yi Feicheng attacked, he couldn't penetrate Cook's defense, and was instead thrown into disarray by Cook's blue flames, almost getting injured.
However, Yi Feicheng had learned a great deal from Zhang Fan. Once he unleashed his trump card, unless there was a special method to counter it, it was basically an overwhelming victory.
"Are these all the tricks you have? You've barely managed to make me serious. However, if you have no other means, then this duel should end," Cook, who had maintained the upper hand, was brimming with confidence as Yi Feicheng couldn't break his defense.
"Indeed, it is time to end this," Yi Feicheng sneered, preparing to test the power of his divine ability.
His meridians circulated, and the vast true qi within his body was all transported to his palm, creating a violent energy fluctuation that even made Cook slightly uneasy.
"White Tiger Breaking Army Fist!"
His five fingers formed a fist. Feeling the immense energy contained within his arm, Yi Feicheng let out a deep roar...
Like a roaring white tiger, even though four powerful defenders stood guard around the ring, the sound still made everyone present feel dizzy and disoriented.
With a single punch, a colossal phantom of a white tiger, exuding an incredibly imposing aura, surged from Yi Feicheng's fist and charged towards Cook.
Cook's eyes widened in alarm, and he dared not be careless.
"Blue Flame Pillar!"
Pure blue flames rapidly condensed in Cook's palm. Then, with a punch, an incredibly brilliant blue beam of light collided with the charging white tiger.
"Boom!"
The two massive energy bodies clashed, creating a terrifying shockwave that spread outwards.
The four supernatural beings responsible for the defense were only able to withstand the shockwave for a few seconds before being sent flying. The remaining shockwave then permeated the hall, sending the audience below reeling and falling in droves.
However, at this moment, they paid no mind to it. They quickly got back on their feet, their eyes fixed on the ring.
"Who won?"
This was the question most on everyone's minds.
Yi Feicheng knelt on one knee, his right hand propping himself up on the ground.
"Cook won?"
The crowd was not too surprised by this outcome, but they were still somewhat astonished that the young man from China could push Cook to this extent.
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"I knew it, how could that guy possibly be Cook's opponent."
The private box belonging to the Daquan Gang was filled with a somber atmosphere. Seeing Cook standing upright on the ring, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"How is that possible?" Only the white-haired old man in the center, wearing a Zhongshan suit, stared at the ring in disbelief, letting out a low exclamation.
"Brother Cook won, it was only natural..." the silver-haired woman beside him said, but she stopped mid-sentence.
Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the ring.
Because, her seemingly invincible Brother Cook, had just fallen down straight.
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"No wonder Xiao Fan told me not to use it lightly. This divine ability is truly terrifying. With my current strength, my arm feels like it's about to dislocate," Yi Feicheng said a few seconds later, slowly standing up with difficulty.
At this moment, Cook, who had been struggling to stay up, collapsed straight onto the ground.
"How is this possible? I actually lost!" Cook was struck half-dead with a single punch, his body covered in cracked wounds, like shattered porcelain.
However, he didn't care much about that now, as the mental blow he received was far more severe.
"Of course, I'm stronger than you," Yi Feicheng walked up to Cook and looked down at him, smiling.
"Next time, I will definitely defeat you," Cook stared intently at Yi Feicheng, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"Next time?" Yi Feicheng shook his head and said, "There won't be a next time. I'll send you on your way now."
Yi Feicheng formed a fist, preparing to smash Cook's head. Just then, a voice echoed from the private box on the second floor.
"Stop!"
The white-haired old man from the Daquan Gang, clad in a Zhongshan suit, stepped out of the room and appeared above the ring.
"Release him, and my Daquan Gang will not pursue the matter further," the white-haired old man said sternly, looking at Yi Feicheng with icy eyes.
"Why shouldn't we pursue it?" Yi Feicheng retorted, causing the white-haired old man, who was hovering in the air, to freeze in place.
The surrounding audience was also taken aback by the young man's words. It seemed, from his tone, that he actually hoped the Daquan Gang would pursue the matter.
Everyone looked at Yi Feicheng with admiration. After all, he was facing a Saint, and a Saint from the Daquan Gang at that, who not only possessed great personal strength but also a formidable background.
Even if Yi Feicheng had a Saint backing him, he wouldn't be willing to offend such a powerful enemy for no reason, would he?
"Young man, youthful vigor is normal, but being insatiable is not a good thing. Releasing him will only benefit you," the white-haired old man snorted.
"What if I don't release him!" Yi Feicheng retorted, grabbing the defenseless Cook with one hand, a hint of a frivolous smile playing on his lips.
"If he dies, you will be buried with him today," the white-haired old man stated directly.
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"Heh heh, Wang Desheng is going to suffer a big loss today. Although his strength might be a notch above that of the blood race, he wouldn't dare touch anyone from the blood race even if given a hundred times the courage."
In the monitoring room on the third floor, the middle-aged man watched the scene without notifying the Saint stationed there to intervene. Instead, he watched with amusement.
"Those guys from the Daquan Gang are incredibly arrogant. Even we from the Mafia don't pay them much mind. Today, someone will finally put them in their place," Summers also watched with a spectator's mentality.
It was quite amusing to see a Saint make a fool of himself.
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