Chapter 1753: One Hit

Eli, a man in his thirties with blonde hair, exuded an aura of nobility. This was not something cultivated over time but an innate quality he was born with. Eli looked at Mateo and laughed, "Mateo, if you lose this fight, you'll be dead. Who will I collect the wager from then?" "I'll come to collect it from you," Mateo replied as he shifted his gaze away. Then, with a powerful leap, he shot into the air like a cannonball, soaring higher than the Yellow River bridge before landing heavily on the...