Hearing Ye Feng agree to it, everyone was stunned.
Some of them were impatient and almost cursed.
They really didn't know what this guy was thinking. His strength could easily crush Park Sangwoo. As long as he won one more round, he could win 300 million.
However, this guy actually agreed to Lee Young-Ki's challenge at this time. Wasn't this courting death?
"Did a donkey kick his head? He actually agreed to such a request?"
"Yeah, he had a chance to win three consecutive victories, but he insisted on courting death and agreed to Lee Young-Ki's challenge. Isn't he asking for a beating?"
"This Lee Young-Ki is so strong. He won 300 million with just 10,000 yuan. How can he be a match for him?"
"If you don't court death, you won't die. I'm so angry."
"Anyway, if he loses, he will be the one to accept the punishment. He can't blame others."
"I really want to go up and give this brat a slap to wake him up…"