Sun Weiren still stood rooted to the spot, his face full of shock.

He had never imagined that even Meng Po, the leader of the Five Ghost Kings, was not confident against someone of mere Mingjin Earth Grade.

Who exactly was this monster?

Sun Weiren was stunned for a while before he finally came to his senses.

In his eyes, there was nothing but obstinance and ferocity.

"I won't go back; Sister Xueyi is mine."

"Anyone who dares to take Sister Xueyi from me, I'll spare no expense to make them disappear forever."

Li Shun, Mad Blade, and their group were cheering endlessly in front of the betting station.

The odds for Yang Fei in the second fight had dropped significantly, to one point five to one.

But Li Shun and Mad Blade still made over three million.

For two guys who had just earned twenty million, this sum was insignificant.

Seeing Young Master Sun's sulking face turning dark, both felt a delightful satisfaction.

Up on the arena, the host began announcing a new round of challenges for the arena champion.

The new champion's title was quite peculiar, named Miao Ayue.

The name Miao Ayue was far too common.

And from just the name, it was evident it belonged to a woman.

Many gamblers whispered among themselves; some even doubted if First Blood Arena had been so dominated by Yang Fei that no one dared to step forward.

Facing the skepticism of the crowd, the host was confident.

He lightly said, "This Ms. Miao Ayue, in the underworld, she is known by another name."

"And everyone here is surely familiar with this name."

Having said that, he dragged out his speech with an extremely exaggerated tone and bellowed loudly.

"She is—Meng Po!"

Meng Po!

Hearing the host announce this name, the whispers of the crowd came to a complete halt.

The entire arena became utterly silent.

A silence like that of death!

No explanation was needed, nor any exaggerated introduction.

Just the mention of these two words was enough to intimidate the entire venue.

The reason everyone dreaded this formidable Buddha Lord.

Aside from his unfathomably powerful abilities, there was another most important reason—his followers included numerous masters.

Three Swords, Two Gods, and Five Ghost Kings—any of these masters could bring disaster to any underground force inside Shan Province.

Although the Five Ghost Kings were ranked last, no one dared to underestimate any of them.

And Meng Po, as the leader of the Five Ghost Kings, was the King of Ghosts.

Her reputation even surpassed that of Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin.

Compared to her, Ghost Wolf, another of the Ghost Kings, was significantly inferior in both strength and renown.

In fact, the reason why the Five Ghost Kings were so feared in the Mortal World was largely due to Meng Po's presence.

Meng Po's identity had always been shrouded in mystery, and very few had ever seen her true face.

Yet this legendary woman was now stepping onto the stage because of this boxing match.

After a moment of silence, the crowd burst into commotion, like boiling porridge.

Many gamblers simply stood up, craning their necks towards the arena, hoping to catch a glimpse of Meng Po herself.

Just then, it seemed as if a wisp of black smoke drifted across everyone's vision, ethereal and insubstantial, yet distinctly present.

Just as everyone thought their eyes were deceiving them, beside the host, there appeared a gracefully figure of a woman.

She was clad in a long black robe, with a large cloak covering her face, her whole figure seemingly enveloped in a layer of faint black smoke.

Even as she stood before everyone, she appeared incredibly ethereal.

It seemed that in the next second, this woman in the black robe would turn into black smoke and dissipate into the air.

The incredibly noisy arena suddenly became silent.

No matter how thick-skinned someone was, witnessing such a mysterious and eerie scene would inevitably send a chill down their spine.

This woman didn't seem like a living person; instead, she resembled a ghost from midnight.

Otherwise, how could her speed be so fast?

Not far away, Sun Weiren exclaimed.

"Aunt Yue's Martial Arts Skills have reached a deeper realm."

"Such speed is almost at the human limit."

Qiu Yidao nodded in agreement and said, "Meng Po is naturally gifted, and Buddha Lord has trained her in speed as well."

"After ten years of hard training, her speed, even for an Energy Transformation Master, is unbeatable."

Sun Weiren looked viciously at Yang Fei and let out a cold sneer.

"With Aunt Yue's ghostly speed and her unique Finger Sword, guess how many rounds that scum can withstand her attacks?

Qiu Yidao fell silent.

Meng Po's speed was hard for him to gauge, and so was Yang Fei's.

In a duel between these two speed-specializing experts, no one knew what the outcome would be.

The betting station was incredibly lively.

Although Yang Fei had already won two matches and both quite decisively.

Still, with Meng Po stepping in, many people chose Meng Po.

Of course, Yang Fei's strong performance also won him quite a fanbase.

Many gamblers began to back Yang Fei, with the odds at one to one.

Mad Blade, Li Shun, and Yan Ran, bet almost unchanged, each placing two million on Yang Fei.

Fan Yi put the two hundred thousand he had won all on the line as well.

This time, Yi Long placed a full million.

"Now, please welcome our warrior, Mr. Yang Fei to the stage."

With the host's loud call, Yang Fei proudly stepped onto the platform.

He bowed and extended his hand gentlemanly, inviting Meng Po into the cage.

Yang Fei's courteous demeanor and unassuming gentlemanly behavior elicited screams from the women below the stage.

Meng Po smiled slightly and, without modesty, walked into the cage first.

Yang Fei waved to the crowd below, then followed her in.

Inside the cage, Yang Fei cheekily looked at Meng Po, joking around with her with a playful grin.

"Sister Meng Po, your skin is so good, I really won't want to hit you later."

"If I accidentally scratch you, that would be a big sin."

Meng Po smiled slightly, but the coldness in her eyes remained unchanged.

"You just need to worry about your own life. For someone at the Mingjin Earth Grade to talk to me like that, don't you think you are very bold?"

Yang Fei chuckled and pointed at his nose.

"Am I bold? Haha, sometimes, I really do think I am."

At that moment, the host loudly announced, "The third round of the challenge on the platform officially begins!"

As he spoke, he threw a white glove into the cage.

This time, even before the glove hit the ground, Yang Fei immediately initiated an attack.

He resembled a true cheetah, every tendon tense.

With the Tiger's Extreme Vital Essence rapidly circulating, Yang Fei's figure moved too fast to describe.

He left a blurry shadow in the air, and in a blink, he was right in front of Meng Po, arms wide open, embracing her with fervor.

This move thoroughly showcased Yang Fei's astonishing speed.

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