551: Chapter 546: Ill Intentions 551: Chapter 546: Ill Intentions “It’s interesting, why does this Underground Black Fist Casino always like to arrange such matchups?”
Ye Tian asked with curiosity, and Jenny immediately revealed the truth.
“Sir, in this place, Bear’s Claw, both domestic and international gamblers come with great enthusiasm.
If they not only lose their bets here but also witness a lackluster match, they naturally lose interest.
Therefore, the matches arranged here are often highly entertaining, and that’s prepared for the losers of the bets.
Even if they lose money, they still feel it was worth the loss!”
“I see, that actually makes perfect sense!”
Ye Tian agreed with Jenny’s perspective.
Although the Underground Black Fist Casino is a gambling venue, when compared to casinos in Las Vegas or Macau, it excels in terms of entertainment value.
It aims to not only provide thrill but also to thoroughly entertain all spectators!
Therefore, having two Martial Artists, one representing hardness and the other softness, one Yin and one Yang, combat each other on stage can bring visual pleasure to everyone.
“Sir, it’s your turn to place a bet!”
Jenny reminded.
This luxurious private booth wasn’t prepared for nothing, and the Lafite wine wasn’t something just anyone could drink.
If Ye Tian didn’t bet, everything would be pointless!
“Right!
I came here looking for excitement, after all!”
Saying so, Ye Tian strolled to the bedside and watched the two Martial Artists warming up on the stage.
Although their physiques vastly differed, it was impossible to gauge their strengths and weaknesses just by their appearances.
But in front of Ye Tian, nothing could be hidden!
—because Ye Tian’s eyes possessed the ability to see through; he could see not only under someone’s clothes but could clearly see even the meridians beneath their skin.
The master of the Indian Soft Fist, indeed as Jenny mentioned, practiced an internal martial arts style, and his bones and meridians were different from normal humans.
An average person has 206 bones, but this master of Indian Soft Fist had over 300 bones in his body!
About this, Ye Tian wasn’t surprised; he had heard of the training methods of Indian Soft Fist, which must start from a young age.
After the training, bones that should have fused together remained separate, and this continued even into adulthood.
This master of Indian Soft Fist, although he was over thirty years old, had bones like a baby, which was why his body was so flexible!
After analyzing the bones and meridians of the Soft Fist master, Ye Tian began observing the other Martial Artist.
The muscular Russian was incredibly robust, with an extraordinarily high muscle density—a typical sign of practicing external martial arts.
However, Ye Tian did not see any Inner Strength within the Russian, indicating that his attacks relied solely on physical power.
“Sir, the match is about to start.
Which side are you betting on?”
Jenny, seeing Ye Tian hesitant to place his bet, urged him.
Ye Tian smiled and pointed at the muscular Russian, saying, “Since this is Russian territory, I’ll give the Russian the benefit of the doubt and bet on his victory!”
“Thank you.”
Jenny smiled sweetly, acknowledging that Ye Tian, her client, was quite considerate.
“So, sir, how much do you plan to bet?”
Jenny asked again, to which Ye Tian immediately held up a finger, making her puzzled.
“100,000 Rubles?”
“No,” Ye Tian shook his head.
“1,000,000 Rubles?”
“Not that either,” Ye Tian continued shaking his head, “It should be 10,000,000 Rubles!”
“What!?”
Jenny was shocked.
Betting 10,000,000 Rubles on his first bet, was this client too extravagant?
Even the wealthy, before getting familiar with the Underground Black Fist Casino, would generally place smaller, trial bets, wouldn’t they?
“Sir, are you certain?” Jenny asked again.
“Of course, these 10,000,000 Rubles mean nothing to me.
If I lose, then I’ve lost; if I win, then I’ve won.
If I lose, I’ll just bet again with more money; if I win, I’ll keep on betting.
What’s the point of life if not to seek some thrill?”
Hearing Ye Tian put it that way, Jenny could only nod her head.
“Well then, sir, I’ll go place your bet now!”
As she spoke, Jenny stood up to leave.
Ye Tian looked her up and down and then said, “This time, you can also make a personal bet with me.
If you lose again, you’ll have to give yourself to me, both body and soul!”
His words carried a hint of frivolity, causing Jenny’s face to turn red.
Without a word, she left the booth.
After Jenny had placed Ye Tian’s bet, she returned to the booth.
“Sir, I’m afraid this time, your 10 million Rubles are going down the drain!
Because other guests have bet on the expert of Indian Soft Fist to win.
This master, before this battle, had fought on the bear’s paw stage three times, and each time, he brutally defeated his opponents with great strength.”
But the other brawny man, although strong in build, lacks any Inner Strength.
Facing the Indian Soft Fist expert, he is likely to lose miserably!”
Jenny had a schadenfreude look, but Ye Tian remained completely indifferent.
“The outcome isn’t set yet, let’s just wait and see!”
Saying this, Ye Tian ignored Jenny and his gaze landed on the platform where the real contest between the Indian Soft Fist expert and the Russian brawny man was just starting.
The Indian Soft Fist expert, who seemed to be the Invincible General of the Underground Black Fist Casino, initially didn’t take his opponent seriously.
Using his flexibility, he continuously attacked the Russian brawny man.
Because his body structure was different from ordinary people, the Indian Soft Fist expert’s attack methods were also vastly different from ordinary ones, unpredictable, often with a punch that, when the Russian man went to block, would suddenly veer off in another direction.
The Russian brawny man consequently took quite a few hits and before long, his face was swollen and bruised.
Of course, the Russian brawny man wasn’t just passively receiving hits.
Despite taking many punches, relying on his tough skin, he didn’t fall.
Yet, even so, the Russian kept spitting blood, already having sustained not insignificant internal injuries.
Seizing some occasional openings, the Russian also threw punches, but to no avail as the Indian Soft Fist expert’s movements were too bizarre, totally elusive.
The crowd started screaming loudly because it looked like the outcome was about to be decided…
“Sir, it looks like this time, your 10 million Rubles are about to be lost!”
Jenny, looking smug, said to Ye Tian, who responded by raising his glass high, “Miss Jenny, whether I win or lose, it really doesn’t matter.
As long as you appreciate what’s in front of you, it’s worth taking a trip in life, just like these two masters, as long as they fight with all their might, they do justice to everyone.”
Ye Tian’s composure indeed surprised Jenny.
However, it seemed Ye Tian wasn’t concerned about the outcome on the stage, but his words somehow still couldn’t deviate from the martial artists on the stage.
While Jenny was trying to decipher Ye Tian’s words, the bout between the Indian Soft Fist expert and the Russian on the stage was reaching its climax.
The Indian Soft Fist expert, like a rope, tightly wrapped around the Russian’s neck, turning his face pale as he was on the verge of suffocation…
In the black fist ring, life and death were never the most important thing; it was always about winning or losing.
The crowd cheered, for if the Russian suffocated to death, it would mean the victory of the Indian Soft Fist expert and the gamblers who bet on him would make a big profit!
Jenny was very smug, and Ye Tian losing all his Rubles seemed only a matter of time…
But Ye Tian was completely oblivious to the triumphant expression on Jenny’s face; he just silently watched the platform.
Suddenly, the situation on the platform changed drastically!
The Russian brawny man, in a final burst of strength, desperately tore; ordinary as his strength was in front of the Inner Strength-abundant Indian Soft Fist expert, it was unexpected that this time, by a violent tear, the flexible body of the expert seemingly fell apart.
“What’s going on?”
“Is it real or fake?”
The crowd stared at the platform in disbelief.
How could the Russian possibly have the strength to counterattack?
It was too strange!
The body of the Indian Soft Fist expert fell on the platform like mud; the Russian looked at his enemy in this state, also stunned.
But he couldn’t waste such an opportunity, so he quickly moved forward and started viciously kicking the body of the Indian Soft Fist expert.
Although the kicks were not skillful, each one was exceptionally powerful, and under the Russian’s abuse, the Indian Soft Fist expert entirely passed out…
The referee walked onto the platform to count, and after ten seconds, declared the Russian’s victory!
The decision was clear, and everyone was dumbfounded—except Ye Tian!
“This, this is impossible!”
Jenny’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at the platform, wondering why the match between the two fighters had such a surprising outcome.
But Ye Tian just smiled slightly and said, “Miss Jenny, this time I won.
So, can we bet the money I won next time?”
“Of course.”
Jenny immediately responded, but deep inside, she was filled with questions, and being unable to hold back, she directly asked Ye Tian.
“Sir, could you tell me how you judged that the Russian martial artist would win?
Or was this outcome just a guess on your part?”
Ye Tian smiled and frankly said, “Underground fights are not dice; they involve real people, not so easy to predict.
However, during the Indian Soft Fist expert’s actions, I noticed a slight risk; I faintly sensed that his internal injuries had not healed, and were about to erupt, so I bet on the Russian man winning.
In the end, the Russian martial artist won, and I was just lucky!”
“…”
Ye Tian’s answer made Jenny utterly impressed.
It looked like Ivan had brought over not a sucker, but a real gambler.
The newcomers are not kind.
In the Underground Black Fist Casino managed by Bear Paw, this time, they might suffer a loss…