Mi Duo glanced back at Yang Fei.

The young girl's smile turned incredibly sly, as if she were a red fox that had caught a little hen.

She muttered softly, "You don't want to play with me, I'll just go anyway, hmph!"

At midnight, the Zhonghai Demon Fighting Arena continued its business as usual.

The incident from last night had already spread throughout the entire underworld of Zhonghai.

All the guests present vividly described the fierceness and arrogance of the Sangguo Warrior to others.

This left many lovers of underground black fist fighting indignant.

The provocation from the Sangguo Warrior was no longer just an ordinary underworld dispute.

It had touched the national pride of every person there.

Everyone's hearts were filled with pent-up anger as they arrived at the scene.

Tickets for the Demon Fighting Arena sold out within half an hour.

Beyond that, countless more people were clamoring and fighting to get into the arena.

The person in charge of the Underground Boxing Ring was sweating bullets in desperation.

Eventually, he had a stroke of genius and decided to sell standing-room tickets at half price.

Thus, even more people flooded into the Demon Fighting Arena, making the atmosphere incredibly lively and boisterous.

Even so, there were many people who couldn't get in.

These enthusiastic fellows didn't disperse but stood in the cold wind, waiting for news.

The liveliest place was the betting station.

All the Huaxia people placing bets, without exception, threw caution to the wind and bet on the Demon Fighting Arena to win.

Challenging the Sangguo Warrior was a matter for the Demon Fighting Arena.

But showing support through their bets was the business of the ordinary guests.

Everyone demonstrated their support for the Demon Fighting Arena in this nearly foolish manner.

This kind of one-sided betting was unprecedented.

It was an eye-opener for the betting station staff.

The Demon Fighting Arena had VIP boxes.

The VIP boxes were on the top level of the circular stands.

The box wasn't large, with a small coffee table placed in front of a U-shaped sectional sofa, offering complimentary drinks.

In front of the sofa, there was a device resembling a KTV song-selecting machine, but it was used for placing bets.

And the monitor for the ring was connected to this device's large screen.

Everyone here could comfortably watch the matches in the ring.

Yang Fei and the others were in box number 13 directly facing the ring.

Mad Blade, Long Xia, and Fan Yi, who were preparing for the ring, had already gone to warm up.

In the box, only Yang Fei, Xiao Xuanya, Three Swords, Qiu Yidao, and a few others remained.

In front of Yang Fei stood Wei Chengwu, respectful and deferential.

He had a bandage wrapped around his head and a cast on his foot, looking rather haggard.

"Brother Fei, the other side's experts haven't shown up yet, and I'm a bit worried."

Just thinking about how terrifying the opponent's expert was last night made Wei Chengwu somewhat apprehensive.

Yang Fei hummed a response and waved his hand, telling Wei Chengwu to sit down.

"Don't worry, Old Wei, since we are here, we will give you an explanation."

"These Sangguo Warriors think they can bully us on our turf, but they have not quite reached the necessary level."

He sat up straight and said mildly.

"I'm not worried about the match in the ring."

"With Mad Blade and Fan Yi taking action, as long as the opponent isn't an Energy Transformation Master, we are sure to win."

Wei Chengwu shook his head.

"Judging by the expert who took action last night, it seems unlikely that they have a Danjin Grandmaster of such supreme skill."

"But even an Energy Transformation Master from their side would pose a formidable threat in battle."

Yang Fei snorted.

"Don't worry, just be careful not to let any other Sangguo people sneak in and cause trouble."

"With so many people, any chaos could get you promptly arrested by the police."

Wei Chengwu nodded, "You can count on that, Brother Fei."

"I've brought over the experts from the other two arenas to maintain order here."

"Even if there are any slip-ups, they won't be able to cause any chaos."

Yang Fei smiled, "That's good."

"I have a premonition that the outcome of this tournament may not be decided in the ring."

As he spoke, his gaze suddenly became as sharp as a blade's edge, looking towards a more spacious private box at nine o'clock.

Yang Fei had an instinctual intuition that inside that box hid a terrifying enemy.

Ever since his breakthrough in Danjin, Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme Warning became even more subtle.

Although the other party's aura was concealed very obscurely,

Yet, Yang Fei still vaguely sensed danger.

Wei Chengwu noticed Yang Fei's gaze and said with some nervousness,

"Brother Fei, do you feel something?"

Yang Fei didn't answer his question but asked instead,

"Who booked that number 9 private box?"

Wei Chengwu was taken aback.

"I don't know, let me ask the customer service center."

He said and hurriedly left the private box.

After a while, Wei Chengwu hurriedly came back to report.

"Brother Fei, that box was booked by a young man."

"They paid five times the money, and the young man is not over twenty years old."

Yang Fei was greatly disappointed.

A powerful opponent capable of provoking a sense of crisis in him could definitely not be just a young kid.

The accumulation of Martial Essence in Martial Arts can't be achieved overnight.

Even with legendary heavenly and earthly treasures, they need to be processed into pills or medicinal liquor.

Only by taking them over time, refining them, can one absorb their power.

So, a young person around twenty years old

Could not possibly have achieved Core Formation to Divine Communication, even if they were a rare genius.

Xiao Xuanya could not sense the opponent's aura, but she had full faith in Yang Fei's judgment.

She gently parted her cherry lips, smiled slightly, and was unspeakably charming and enchanting.

"Maybe there's more than one person on the other side, and the young man was only responsible for booking the box."

Yang Fei was stunned for a moment, then realized,

"Right, it must be so."

In the private box in the nine o'clock direction sat an old man in a Taoist robe, perched formally with a solemn expression.

Next to him was the Sang Country student who had clashed with Yang Fei and was thrown out by the Clothes-touching Eighteen Falls.

The gaunt-faced old man was none other than Mr. Miyakozawa.

Mr. Miyakozawa's demeanor was calm and amiable.

His gaze was always fixed on a twenty-seven- or twenty-eight-year-old young man to his left.

Mr. Miyakozawa's attitude towards him was extremely respectful.

In his eyes, there was no hint of a senior looking down on his junior, only the equal treatment between peers.

The young man had a thin face, a prominent chin, and a small tattoo on his cheek of a soaring vulture.

Logically, such facial tattoos could make someone seem undignified.

However, the young man sat poised, tall and straight, his eyes calm and serene.

His emotions were not apparent on his face, but there was an indescribable sense of authority about him.

Mr. Miyakozawa was cool and collected.

But this young man stood firm and imposing, like a Heavy Sword without edge.

Although he was not overtly menacing, he exuded a presence that couldn't be ignored.

The young man didn't speak, his hollow gaze directed at Yang Fei's private box.

It was as if in that instant,

His eyes had pierced through a dozen private boxes, seeing Yang Fei's space entirely.

Mr. Miyakozawa also didn't speak, and the young men standing behind him didn't dare to either.

Between the private boxes, there was a quiet, eerily so.

After a long time, the young man let out a deep sigh and mumbled,

"Very impressive, the aura is completely concealed, hard to probe."

His eyes revealed a strong Battle Will, "This person is worth my engaging."

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