Chapter 68 - I Will Treat Him with Respect! (2/2)
When young master Teng approached, Ye Feng smelled the scent of Fantasy-Vine Grass and Heavenly Yellow Root, which were two herbs he needed for making a potential-taping pills.
After hearing Ye Feng’s words, young master Teng immediately took out his Heavenly Yellow Root and put it on the table.
After noticing the top-quality Heavenly Yellow Root, Ye Feng nodded satisfactorily as he revealed a faint playful look.
“Wait!”
Right then, young master Teng told Ye Feng with a faint sneer, “My wager is Heavenly Yellow Root. What about yours?”
‘Wager?’
“What do you want?” Ye Feng asked with a smirk as if he had already known what young master Teng was thinking about.
“If you lose, I hope you could leave Fang Ying forever!”
Young master Teng said as he stared straight into Ye Feng’s eyes.
Previously, he thought that Ye Feng would be hesitant about it. Unexpectedly…
“Bingo! That’s a deal!” Ye Feng snapped his fingers as he promised young master Teng at once.
‘Err…’
Young master Teng became muddle-headed.
Fang Ying became speechless.
In her eyes, there was no relation between her and Ye Feng at all. Given the value of Heavens
Yellow Root, Ye Feng had gained great advantage.
Even if Ye Feng failed, he wouldn’t lose anything.
“Well! That’s a deal!”
Young master Teng didn’t spare time for Ye Feng to regret his decision as he fixed the wager at once.
The bet between the two people had long attracted the attention of all the others in the box.
All the other playboys hurriedly gaze upon the two competitors!
…
A black shadow flashed into the ring!
It was Sang Biao.
He moved as fast as a lightning bolt, startling everyone who watched.
Even Fang Ying’s pupils contracted at the sight of his nimble movement as she revealed a deep concern, warning, “Ye Feng, take care of yourself! He’s Sang Biao, the most powerful henchmen of young master Teng, the brutal trump of the illegal MMA circle across southern China 3 years ago!”
Watching Ye Feng’s thin frame, Fang Ying felt regret drawing Ye Feng in the box.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t of had to face such a crisis.
However, after hearing her words, Ye Feng shrugged casually, “Don’t worry! I will treat him with respect!”
‘What!’
Everyone in the box was shortly stunned by his words.
Closely after that, they all burst out into laughter.
In their eyes, Ye Feng was a dead man.
An unknown brat dared fight a ferocious MMA trump? That was nothing different than courting
death!
Given Ye Feng’s thin frame and young age, there was no way he was a powerhouse, at most a
frivolous brat who learned some martial arts.
‘He is dead!’
Almost everyone fixated onto Ye Feng with mixed feelings.
Especially young master Teng and A’San who were revealing a deep sneer as if Ye Feng was
already dead.
‘Heh heh…’
Right then, Sang Biao smirked grimly as he trembled all over, breaking his vest and exposing his naked sturdy upper body.
His upper body was extremely muscular and crisscrossed with grim scars. At the sight of his chest, they had known he was a super fierce man who had experienced many battles.
“Brat, I could defeat you in 3 moves!”
After hearing his words, the box filled with exclamations and cheers.
However, Ye Feng shook his head, saying, “3 moves is too many! Just 1 movement is all it takes!”
‘What!’
Sang Biao and the others were shocked. Apparently, they didn’t understand what Ye Feng was saying.
Ye Feng then continued, causing everyone’s face to change drastically, “I could defeat you in 1
movement!”