Super Soldier in Campus

"Damn it, the contrast is too huge! Isn't this guy just looking for death? Shit, I'm betting on Bert to win—100,000!" another person shouted, calling over a nearby hostess and quickly taking out his wallet.

"I'm also betting on Bert! There's no competition here. Damn it, I'm staking 100,000 too."

"I'm betting 10,000 on Bert, just to be safe. And an additional 10,000 on this kid. Since he dares to challenge Bert, maybe he's got a few tricks up his sleeve! If he's a dark horse, I'll make a fortune!" Some shrewd gamblers also started placing their bets.

"DONG!" With the ringing of a gong, the alluring female announcer on the stage suddenly declared, "Time's up! The boxing match will now begin."

"Hold on!" Lin Feng, who was on the stage, suddenly called out. Everyone froze, looking at Lin Feng incredulously. Is he scared of Bert and trying to back out?

"Mr. Lin, if there's anything else, please say it quickly. The match has already begun, and we can't interrupt it arbitrarily!" the female announcer said, looking coldly at Lin Feng as she reminded him in a stern voice.

"I want to place a bet too! I'm betting 100,000, plus this watch!" Lin Feng's words were nothing short of sensational, sending the entire boxing arena into an uproar. A fighter participating in the betting was truly a rare sight.

"You want to place a bet too?" The bikini-clad announcer, who didn't know Lin Feng's background, was genuinely startled. She gave Lin Feng a strange look. "Mr. Lin, who are you betting on to win?"

She scoffed inwardly. Based on her years of experience working here, she didn't rate Lin Feng's chances at all. Even if this young man were a hidden master, it would be useless. The reigning champion, Bert, was a genuine underground boxing expert. The physical disparity between the two was too vast. Among the several mainstays of the boxing arena, Bert ranked in the top three. He had never been defeated except in ultimate showdowns for rankings, let alone by a spectator who signed up at the last minute. So, she assumed Lin Feng knew he couldn't win and was betting on his opponent to get some money for his medical bills.

Lin Feng paid no mind to others' thoughts. He was fully in character now. If he was going to fight, he wouldn't do it for nothing. He'd noticed that when the audience placed their bets, aside from a few shrewd individuals who took a gamble on him winning, ninety percent had bet on his opponent. This made Lin Feng feel like he'd lost face.

"Sorry, I'm betting on myself to win," Lin Feng declared loudly. He then took out his bank card and the Vacheron Constantin watch he had won, handing them to a hostess. "Just value these and count my total bet as 500,000!"

No one's betting on me to win, huh? Fine, I'll bet on myself! Damn it, I'm not fighting for free! Aren't the odds five-to-one? I'm going to fleece you all!

100,000 in cash plus a Vacheron Constantin watch originally priced at 590,000 Hong Kong dollars—this was Lin Feng's entire fortune. He was betting it all for the sake of a resounding victory!

"Are you really sure?" The female announcer stared, stunned for a full ten seconds before reacting. She looked at Lin Feng strangely. This guy must be insane! Does he genuinely think he has a chance to win? With that kind of luck, why not buy a lottery ticket? At least that way, you wouldn't be risking your neck!

"I'm sure. Finalize the betting procedures, and let's start the match," Lin Feng said calmly.

At this moment, Black Man Bert, who was seated on the opposite side of the stage, suddenly opened his eyes wide. He looked at Lin Feng and stuttered in halting Chinese, "You… weak… stupid…"

Lin Feng, of course, understood that the black man meant that if he lost, he wouldn't just get injured but would also lose money, making his challenge a very foolish act.

"Stupid, my ass!" Lin Feng looked at Bert with a grin and retorted loudly, "You can't even speak properly! You're the real fool here!"

"You!" Black Man Bert's Chinese comprehension wasn't bad. Realizing Lin Feng was cursing him, his face instantly... darkened. Well, his face was always dark. He glared, eyes wide, at Lin Feng and snarled, "I... will kill... you..."

"You think you can?" Lin Feng smiled, shook his head, and said no more.

Just then, the female announcer's earpiece buzzed.

"Cash in the card: 100,000. The Vacheron Constantin watch can be valued at 400,000. Mr. Lin's total bet of 500,000 has been successfully placed. Additionally, the odds are changing. The payout for Lin Feng winning is now lowered to two-to-one!" The offstage manager instructed the female announcer through her earpiece.

The manager's announcement left the female announcer quite shocked. She glanced at Lin Feng again. Could his 500,000 really be enough to make the manager change the odds? She knew this venue was run by the Qinglong Group and naturally didn't think a "small bet" of 500,000 could seriously hurt them.

What she didn't know was that the offstage manager had lowered the odds because of a tip-off from Long Jiu...

In fact, for the sake of the Qinglong Group's business, Long Jiu had even wanted the boxing arena to set Lin Feng's odds at 1:1.5 or lower.

Because Long Jiu knew that Lin Feng, capable of defeating Yan Su, couldn't be too weak. The people at the boxing arena had poor judgment.

However, the manager didn't share Long Jiu's view. He firmly believed Lin Feng would lose; lowering the odds to 2:1 was already pushing it.

Long Jiu could only give up helplessly.

DONG!

The gong sounded, and the match began.

The hulking Bert flexed his thick arms. His explosive muscles bulged instantly, a truly terrifying sight. He grinned menacingly at Lin Feng. "Go to hell, fragile Asian..."

In Bert's eyes, Lin Feng was no different from most Asians—utterly fragile. He was sure he could win easily.

"Heh, go ahead," Lin Feng chuckled softly, beckoning to Bert with a slight curl of his finger.

"HA!" Bert roared. He shot forward, his foot stomping hard on the ground. He lunged at Lin Feng like lightning, a ferocious tiger descending a mountain, a stark contrast to his massive frame. A savage, cold glint flashed in his eyes, like those of a bloodthirsty beast.

As he pounced, cheers and screams erupted from the audience below the stage. Some timid women were so frightened they quickly shut their eyes. In their minds, Lin Feng was about to be brutally slammed down by Bert and crippled.

"Heh..." Seeing Bert lunge, Lin Feng let out a soft chuckle. He didn't immediately counterattack but stood his ground casually, as if stunned into inaction, making no move whatsoever.

This guy's finished... The same thought crossed every spectator's mind. More people closed their eyes, unable to bear watching. Some of the more stoic men simply shook their heads helplessly. Those who had "mistakenly" bet on Lin Feng to cause an upset were already shaking their heads, wanting to cry.

Just as Bert closed to within a meter of Lin Feng, his right fist almost touching Lin Feng's chest, a cold glint suddenly flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. With a slight shift of his feet, he neatly dodged Bert's right fist. His body tilted slightly, and a Right Hook, incredibly swift, shot towards Bert's stomach...

THUD...

Before countless astonished eyes, a massive, mountain-like black figure flew ten meters through the air, then crashed heavily to the ground outside the stage.