Flawless Metropolitan Divine Emperor

Chapter 0056 – Generous bonus

"Is there anything you need, Senior? Just let me know, and I'll take care of it right away," Weng Dongtai offered again.

"No, you go ahead. Don't worry about me," Jiang Feng nodded.

Jiang Feng appreciated Weng Dongtai's kindness, but there was nothing he needed at the moment.

"Alright then, I'll be around. Just call me if you need anything," Weng Dongtai said before giving Yue Feishan a nod and taking his leave.

Yue Feishan, despite his smiling face, was puzzled. He couldn't understand why Jiang Feng knew Weng Dongtai from the Weng family, and why Weng Dongtai addressed Jiang Feng as 'Senior.' It was worth pondering, as their relationship seemed more than just acquaintances.

This made Yue Feishan a bit wary. The Weng family's influence in Meilong City was significant, and no one dared to provoke them. Even though the Weng family kept a low profile and rarely interacted with others, the presence of Weng Jianlai alone was enough to deter any challengers.

Now, Weng Jianlai's only son was showing great respect to Jiang Feng, calling him 'Senior,' which made Yue Feishan think twice. However, the match had to go on. The bowstring was already drawn; there was no turning back.

Perhaps Jiang Feng had some connection with the Weng family, but it was unlikely they would fall out with the Yue family over someone like Jiang Feng.

The venue was now bustling with people from all walks of life, all eagerly discussing the upcoming match between Jiang Feng and Yue Feishan. Most of the crowd seemed to favor Yue Feishan, as they knew more about him, while Jiang Feng was a complete stranger to them.

"They're just a bunch of noisy fools," Cheng Zhenjie said, looking around, clearly displeased with the crowd's comments.

"Let them talk. It doesn't affect us," Jiang Feng replied calmly.

"Exactly, Jiang Feng is right. Once we win the match, they'll shut up on their own," Cheng Shaoqing added.

Jiang Feng gave Cheng Shaoqing an approving look. Her attitude had changed significantly. A few days ago, she would have tried to dissuade him from participating in the match. Now, she didn't say a word against it, showing her increased confidence in him.

"Hello everyone, I am Yue Feishan. Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend this match," Yue Feishan announced from the stage.

"To show my gratitude, all the fruits, snacks, and drinks today are free of charge."

His words were met with a round of applause, with many praising Yue Feishan for being considerate and deserving of his reputation.

Yue Feishan smiled at the crowd, feeling a sense of pride. This was the effect he wanted.

"I have one more announcement to make. To make this match more exciting, our sponsors have decided to set up a prize. The winner will receive a cash reward of one hundred thousand yuan," Yue Feishan declared.

One hundred thousand yuan!

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up. This was an unexpected windfall. If he won, the money would be his. With that money, life would be much more comfortable. This was a great opportunity!

The crowd buzzed with excitement.

"Wow, there's a prize! One hundred thousand yuan is a lot."

"The sponsors are smart. It's a way to promote themselves and add hype to the match, increasing its impact."

"Indeed, the sponsors are clever."

"Of course, you need brains to make money."

"Exactly, business is all about using your head."

"Well said."

"Do you think Jiang Feng can beat Yue Feishan?"

"Of course not. Yue Feishan is well-known and powerful. Jiang Feng just appeared out of nowhere. It's impossible for him to win."

"True. So, how many moves do you think Yue Feishan will need to defeat Jiang Feng?"

"That's boring. The real question is how many moves Jiang Feng can withstand."

"Good point. That's a more interesting way to put it."

"Hahaha, right. Jiang Feng is just a high school student. He doesn't stand a chance."

"Jiang Feng is definitely going to lose. It's obvious."

"Why don't we place some bets? Minimum bet is one hundred yuan. Let's start now."

"No need to think. I'm betting on Yue Feishan."

"Me too. Yue Feishan will win."

"I'm betting five hundred yuan on Yue Feishan."

"Count me in."

"Everyone, one at a time. There's enough for everyone."

"Place your bets."

The crowd started placing bets, with most betting on Yue Feishan. Hardly anyone bet on Jiang Feng, seeing it as a lost cause.

Jiang Feng shook his head with a smile. This was human nature—indifferent and lacking compassion, eager to see others fail.

"Cheng Zhenjie, want to make some money?" Jiang Feng suddenly asked.

Cheng Zhenjie was taken aback. "You want me to place a bet too?"

"Yes, it's a great opportunity. You should bet everything you have. You might make ten or even a hundred times back," Jiang Feng suggested.

"Alright, I'll place a bet on you winning," Cheng Zhenjie said, taking out all the money he had—one thousand yuan, his entire month's living and pocket money. If Jiang Feng lost, he'd lose it all. But if Jiang Feng won, it would turn into tens of thousands.

"Wait, me too. I want to bet," Cheng Shaoqing said, taking out her money and placing a bet on Jiang Feng as well. She wasn't doing it for the money, but to support Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng understood Cheng Shaoqing's intentions and felt grateful. But he didn't say anything, as it would ruin the moment.

Dong!

A gong sounded.

A man stepped onto the stage and announced, "The match is about to begin. Both participants, please come forward and sign the life-and-death agreement."

Jiang Feng and Yue Feishan exchanged glances and stepped onto the stage.

As soon as they were on stage, Wang Badan and others started cheering loudly for their master.

"Go, Master! Beat this guy!"

"Go, Master!"

"Go, Master!"

"Go, Master!"

"Kill him."

"Finish him."

"How dare he challenge our Qiangsheng Martial Arts Academy? He won't have a good end."

"Defeat Jiang Feng."

"Jiang Feng will lose."

"Jiang Feng is an idiot."

"Jiang Feng is a fool."

"Jiang Feng will definitely lose."

"Jiang Feng is doomed."

"He's like a barking dog. He'll taste defeat soon."

"Beat him to a pulp."

"Yeah, beat him."

Yue Feishan's disciples' cheers turned into personal attacks.

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"Shut up! You're attacking him personally," Cheng Shaoqing shouted, unable to bear it.

"Hey, we can shout if we want. What are you going to do about it? If you have the guts, shout back," Wang Badan retorted arrogantly.

"Yeah, shout back. We didn't cover your mouth."

"Exactly. If you want, I'll cover your sweet little mouth. It looks so sexy, must be delicious."

"Hahaha..."

Wang Badan and his group laughed loudly.

"You... you're a bunch of hooligans and scum," Cheng Shaoqing fumed, but there was nothing she could do.

"Stop yelling. We'll see who wins," Cheng Zhenjie couldn't help but shout.

"Ha, Jiang Feng is clearly going to lose. Stop fooling yourselves," Wang Badan spat disdainfully.

"Enough, Cheng Shaoqing, Cheng Zhenjie. Don't argue with them. Find a seat," Jiang Feng said.

He didn't want them to get hurt because of him, not even verbally.

"Go away. Stop embarrassing yourselves," Wang Badan sneered.

"Hmph!" Cheng Shaoqing snorted and found a seat with Cheng Zhenjie, no longer arguing with Wang Badan and his group.

"Sign the life-and-death agreement," the referee said.

Jiang Feng wasn't new to this. He had signed one before at Liang Dachao's party with Cheng Shaoqing.

Without further ado, both signed their names.

With the agreement signed, the match officially began.

"Please," Yue Feishan gestured.

"Please," Jiang Feng replied.

The gong sounded again, and both took their stances, ready to fight.

"You go first. I'm older, so I don't want people saying I bullied a high school student," Yue Feishan said.

"Heh, you go first. If I, a high school student, defeat you in one move, you won't have any face left," Jiang Feng smiled.

"Hmph, such arrogance. Aren't you afraid you won't be able to back it up?" Yue Feishan sneered.

"Why should I be afraid? I'm just a high school student. You're the famous Yue Feishan of Meilong City. If you say something inappropriate, people will remember and mock you. Just like today, you're fighting a high school student. People must be talking about you," Jiang Feng said.

"You..." Yue Feishan's face twisted. "Fine, you have a sharp tongue. I'll break the rules today and be the bad guy. Take this!"

Yue Feishan, provoked by Jiang Feng's words, finally made his move.

Jiang Feng smirked inwardly. With such a fragile temperament, how could he survive in this world?

"One Punch Universe!"

Yue Feishan's fist came crashing down.

Jiang Feng squinted. It was the same One Punch Universe move he had seen before.

Yue Feishan hadn't learned his lesson, using a move that had already been countered. To others, it might seem flawless, but to Jiang Feng, it was full of openings.