Feifei had originally thought the Dragon King would lose, she hadn’t expected him to win: "Master, the Dragon King has won."
The result, though surprising, seemed somehow to be expected.
"I knew he was going to win," Wolfman stood up, "It’s my turn to meet him and feel his true strength."
He always wanted to challenge the Dragon King.
"Master will surely win with flying colors."
Wolfman just chuckled, "Even if I lose, there’s no shame in it, because everyone knows he is the Dragon King, the legend of the Imperial Capital."
"Dragon Lord, this is truly unfortunate." Wolfman bowed to the Dragon King, "The skill of the Dragon King is indeed an eye-opener, and it has made my blood boil. Today I step onto the stage to exchange a few moves with Dragon Lord, I hope you can show mercy and stop at a touch."
Going against the number one master of the Imperial Capital, losing wouldn’t be shameful. On the contrary, if he won, the position of the number one master would be his.
In any case, this is a win-win event.
"My goodness, the number one and number two masters of the Imperial Capital are on the stage, this is going to be incredibly intense."
A young fellow suddenly shouted, "Come place your bets on Dragon Lord, ten to one payout, making a bet is earning a win!"
Hearing they could place bets, the crowd surged that way: "I bet ten on Wolfman winning."
"Dragon Lord clearly doesn’t have the stamina, I bet ten on Wolfman winning."
"I bet a hundred, on Dragon Lord winning."
Faced with the pinnacle showdown between two great masters, there were bets on both sides.
"Sorry, I’m only taking bets on Dragon Lord here, whether he wins or loses." The young fellow said calmly, "Ten to one payout, come place your bets."
Feifei squinted, asking the person beside her, "Who is that young fellow working for? He doesn’t seem to be one of ours."
"Sister Feifei, that person seems to have come with someone else. Sister Feifei, should we also let people place bets? I think many will surely bet on our master winning."
If the other side dared to play, there was no reason they shouldn’t dare to play too.
Feifei’s red lips curved in a light smile, looking at the two on stage, she was very confident in her own master: "Arrange it."
On the stage were two great masters in a duel.
The stage was for placing bets.
Bet on the Dragon King winning or losing, or bet on Wolfman winning or losing.
As soon as Feifei opened up betting on her side, the flow of people squeezed their way toward them.
From their perspective, Dragon Lord obviously couldn’t keep up his stamina, and Wolfman stepping onto the stage was sure to win big.
So, they definitely wanted to bet on Wolfman winning.
Seeing everyone support him so much, Wolfman laughed heartily: "Dragon Lord, I truly apologize."
The Dragon King remained expressionless as always.
Both masters, the duel was naturally heated and quite a spectacle.
Their punching speeds were both extremely fast, exchanging blows back and forth. The people on stage couldn’t clearly see their punching speed, they could only feel gusts of wind from the punches on the stage.
The crowd instinctively stepped back a few paces, afraid their punches didn’t have eyes, and would fly over the railing from the ring, striking them.
With a "Bang," the Dragon King’s fist connected with Wolfman, and blood immediately appeared at Wolfman’s mouth.
Wolfman wiped the blood and counterattacked.
With a "Bang," Wolfman hit the Dragon King, and the Dragon King fell directly to the ground.
"Master, come on, take him down," Feifei shaped her hands like a megaphone and shouted to the stage.
Feifei led the chant, and others followed suit: "Wolfman, hit him, he’s almost done!"
It was obvious to anyone that Dragon Lord’s stamina had reached its limit. If Wolfman pressed his advantage, he would surely win.
Wolfman curled his lips, looking down at Dragon King from a superior position: "Dragon Lord, my apologies, I didn’t hold back in time."
The Dragon King, however, was holding his waist, his face cold as he looked at the Wolfman, "Did you interfere with the water you just gave me to drink?"
"Your Excellency the Dragon King, we swear upon heaven and earth, we did nothing. It was just an ordinary cup of water. Your Excellency, could it be that you’re unable to withstand it and now accuse us of sabotage? As a mighty one, even if you lost, you should maintain the appearance of the strong. If you cannot bear losing, or insist that we did something to you, I am at a loss for words."
"If you can’t afford to lose, don’t fight. Just kneel and beg for mercy. I believe our Lord Wolfman is magnanimous enough to spare you," someone laughed heartily.
So he’s the number one master in the Imperial Capital, yet he can’t stand to lose. This will certainly be a laughing stock if it gets out.
The Dragon King curled his lips coldly, "If you didn’t interfere with me, I wouldn’t be feeling so light and powerless now. If you want to win against me, just say it, and I’ll let you. But these underhanded tactics from behind are not the actions of gentlemen."
"Your Excellency the Dragon King, you really misunderstand me, I truly did not do anything to you. Besides, considering all the fights you had before, it’s understandable that you’re out of stamina."
"Master, I think the Dragon King just wants to find an excuse for his loss," Feifei said mockingly, "Everyone regards the Dragon King’s skills as supernatural. But today’s contest revealed his true level, and he certainly can’t seem to handle it. It’s clear that his own abilities are lacking, yet he blames our water. Dragon King, your character is really eye-opening and disappointing."
"Dragon King, if you are a real man, fight Wolfman properly, and let us witness the true strength of the number one master of the Imperial Capital, instead of finding excuses for your impending loss. This behavior will only make us lose respect for you even more."
"Dragon King, you’ve heard it yourself. I’m sorry, but it can’t be helped," Wolfman, hearing the crowd’s chants, was in good spirits.
The Dragon King revealed his own lack of stamina, and was uncertain about the extent of strength left in him.
The Dragon King leaned on the railing and steadied himself, "Please."
His demeanor was like that of Lin Daiyu, as described by storytellers, so frail that a gust of wind could blow him down.
After a brief rest, the ultimate showdown began.
The soldiers on the ground exchanged glances with a person beside them and nodded.
No matter whether the Dragon King won or lost this match, there would be only one outcome for him.
And that was to be buried here.
Shadows overlapped once more, the air filled with the whooshing of fists.
Someone sneaked towards the ring, hoping to tamper with it unnoticed while those above were distracted.
With a thud, the Wolfman was struck, his body wobbling.
The person who had just been unstable was now energized, as if injected with chicken blood.
Wolfman looked at the other, somewhat astonished, he...
A faint smile appeared on the Dragon King’s lips, "I’m fine, surprised?"
He was, after all, a doctor. Their little tricks were nothing to him.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Wolfman said with a light smile, "Come on, show me your true strength."
The Dragon King looked at him, his form drifting over.
Wolfman saw the attack coming and went into a defensive stance.
After three rounds, Wolfman was already lying on the ground, unable to get up.
Feifei frowned; this...
The Dragon King glanced at the Wolfman sprawled on the ground, then turned to leave the ring.
A tiny Silver Needle suddenly shot towards him.
This needle was very fine and small, with everyone’s attention on the Wolfman on the ground, no one noticed such a slender needle, thin as an ox hair.
The Silver Needle flew towards him with incredible speed.
This was a Silver Needle coated with deadly poison, and whether it grazed the skin or penetrated the body, the one poisoned would not die immediately but would lose strength and become numb.
"Dragon King," the Wolfman, staggered up, "You truly are the number one master of the Imperial Capital, I admire you."
To Wolfman, losing wasn’t a big deal; the opponent was, after all, the number one master of the Imperial Capital.
The Dragon King stopped in his tracks, sensing something unusual behind him, and turned to see a Silver Needle flying toward him, close at hand.