Controlling the betting odds isn't just about having Ye Zi throw the game; promoting the game can also achieve that. After all, Ye Zi is only one person, and two fists can't fight four hands, especially since they have more than four hands, more than forty.
Moreover, this is not false advertising; it is a fact, because Ye Zi did indeed participate in the competition alone. Based on past experience, several forces led by the White Eagle would team up to target Chinese players.
Therefore, there is a lot of room for maneuver.
The arena battles are indeed a warm-up for the competition, but they are not broadcast live, and the results are only known to the factions present.
Making a quick buck by betting on the sidelines is perfectly fine, and they might not even lose.
Soon, more than twenty people came around Ye Zi carrying bags, opened the bags and poured the contents onto the US dollars that Ye Zi had thrown out.
Then eleven people walked into the circle.
Ye Zi raised an eyebrow. Eleven people had entered, which meant that eleven countries, led by the Bald Eagle, were participating in this chaotic arena competition.
The shortest Asian is undoubtedly a Japanese person, the ugliest Asian is undoubtedly a Korean, and the darkest Asian is an Indian, who smells like curry.
The remaining eight men were of mixed race, but without exception, they were all muscular and strong, with height and build no less than Ye Zi's.
Eleven people surrounded Ye Zi, looking like they would attack him as soon as the competition started.
Ye Zi looked around and smiled at the people outside the arena:
"The Japanese are too short and have little fighting power, and the Koreans are too ugly and have nothing to offer. You two can send five people with five million each."
Several Asians by the ring were furious and started cursing. Ye Zi didn't care. As long as he spoke, he didn't need to force the Japanese and Koreans; someone would naturally make them send more people into the ring.
Sure enough, a white man turned and left, and less than a minute later, he returned to the ring with two Asian faces.
Then the two Asian men each appointed four people to enter the ring.
In a chaotic siege, the more people the better, and you don't even need to send your own men. James will definitely agree, so it won't be you who loses face, and it won't be his men who die.
With a younger brother and an adopted son, who would dare disobey their elder brother and godfather?
With just one sentence from James, he said, "Didn't the Japanese and Koreans also spend five million US dollars to send people to participate in the ring battle? They're just sending four more people."
For the Japanese and Koreans, James is the scapegoat, which increases their chances of winning, so why not?
And so, the number of people besieging Ye Zi became nineteen.
Ye Zi smiled again:
Are you ready?
"Baka!"
The first to respond to Ye Zi was a Japanese soldier who cursed at her, and all five of them charged at her at the same time.
Without a doubt, most of the elite Japanese officers and these special personnel skilled in close combat had Mandarin as a compulsory subject. Even if they couldn't speak it, they had to be able to understand it.
Seeing the Japanese make their move, the Koreans were not to be outdone and immediately launched their own offensive.
Half of the men took action, and the remaining nine muscular men stepped forward to surround them.
Once you enter the arena, forget about escaping. You either leave your life behind or kill Ye Zi.
Running away is useless; Ye Zi can chase them out of the arena and continue killing them, unless the forces behind them are willing to pay a price to save their lives.
Besides, there's no point in escaping. If any of the other fighters outside the arena try to stop him, Ye Zi can kill them too. Without any help, it doesn't matter whether he dies sooner or later.
Ye Zi grinned maliciously, and his killing intent suddenly erupted, affecting the entire arena.
Ye Zi threw a punch, and the fastest charging Japanese soldier instantly became a headless corpse. Before Ye Zi could change his move, four fists struck him almost simultaneously.
With a sweeping punch, a Japanese soldier was unable to dodge in time and was hit in the arm. His body flew sideways and died before he even hit the ground because his arm and chest were deformed.
Don't think that Ye Zi only uses mace techniques as fist techniques. When she was on the verge of death, Ye Zi also learned a forbidden fighting technique, the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands.
The use of this fighting technique is prohibited by regular troops, but that does not mean it has been lost. On the contrary, it is a required course for people like Li Erniu who are on the verge of death.
With the addition of Ye Zi's monstrous strength of twenty tons, even his wild punches are unparalleled martial arts, enough to crush everyone participating in the arena battle.
A 20-ton punch, whether it hits you or just grazes you, will kill you. In less than a minute, only two people were left alive on the stage: Ye Zi and Bang Zi.
In a life-or-death battle, the best solution is to eliminate the enemy in the fastest way possible.
The reason the remaining stick was so powerful wasn't because he was so good, but because he didn't rush to Ye Zi's side; he was too busy standing on the side dancing.
After Ye Zi dealt with the other eighteen people, she turned her head to look at the last stick.
At this point, he was completely stunned and didn't care about dancing anymore. This wasn't his first time participating in a competition; he had seen most of the people who had just stepped onto the stage before, and they were all experts. He never expected to be eliminated so quickly.
Seeing Ye Zi turn her head, trembling as she tried to run away, it was too late.
Ye Zi propelled herself forward with both legs, suddenly rushing to the Korean player's side, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him up. She then turned to look at the Korean team leader outside the ring and said:
"It's impressive that you even thought of sending someone up to dance and entertain."
Turning to the stick in his hand, he continued:
"Although I didn't see you dance, thank you for your performance."
After saying that, he immediately crushed the other person to death.
“Seopba, that is the traditional martial art of my Republic of Korea, Hwarangdo.”
Ye Zi turned to look at the person who spoke. She hadn't expected that the Koreans were starting to learn Mandarin, but so what? The person was already dead.
"Your Hwarangdo was invented by a dancer, or it's a dance performed by some male prostitute. It could never be a martial art."
After mocking the Koreans and throwing away the corpse in his hand, Ye Zi revealed a sinister expression and said:
"Anyone else want to come up and try? This time, we don't need five million, one million will be enough."
Ye Zi's words successfully amused several people who could understand Chinese, and after the translator repeated them, the others couldn't help but laugh out loud as well.
But Ye Zi's words made them stop laughing. What's the point of even trying this? You'd just die right there and lose a million dollars. Only a fool would go.
No one was willing to come up, so Ye Zi told Tu Fu to start loading money. At this moment, Ye Zi regretted it a little; she shouldn't have used money to create a ring.
Ye Zi was carrying money, and the other contestants watching were a little envious. In the past, winning three to five million in this round was considered impressive, but now, Ye Zi had directly earned thirty-five million.
However, they also understood one thing: Ye Zi's combat power was absolutely outrageous. They would be no match for her in hand-to-hand combat. The question was whether they could take her down with the help of weapons.
Ye Zi, who was filling the money box, suddenly looked up in one direction. There were five people in that spot: two middle-aged men and three young men, all exuding a fighting spirit.
Ye Zi grinned, deciding to wait until the competition started before making any decisions.
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