Young Lord of The Dragon Sect
Chapter 511 Two Hundred Million Dollars on the Underdog

Harley opened the silver box. And the moment the box opened, thick white smoke rose. Immediately crystal ice particles appeared on the box's surface. The smoke was liquid nitrogen, and the enhanced potion in the box was stored at ultra-low temperature by liquid nitrogen.

Harley worn special gloves, reached into the box, and took out the small tube, "Our medicine does not need to be injected. It can be taken orally. Its taste is sour and sweet."

"It sounds quite good. Then let me taste it." Camfil stretched out his broad tongue and licked it slowly, looking like a black vajra.

Harley observed the thermometer on the bottle. When the temperature rose to zero degrees, he opened the bottle and handed the potion to Camfil.

Camfil took the bottle, raised his head, and poured the whole bottle into his mouth.

"Well, you can lie down and rest, and let the medicine slowly exert its effect in your body. When your match is close, the effect of the medicine will reach its peak. At that moment, you will be extremely powerful." Harley said confidently.

"Well." After saying this, Camfil lay down, closed his eyes, and began to sleep.

Colletti looked at Harley and said, "Do we need to wait here all the time?"

"It's best for us to wait for a while. If something goes wrong, I can solve it in time."

"Well, then let's wait."

Colletti and Harley sat down, took out their phones to play, and waited for the finale together. Time passed by, one game after another, and finally, the finale was about to begin.

Harley stretched out his hand and gently pushed Camfil, who was still sleeping.

Camfil slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were slightly confused, "Hmm? Is my match about to start?"

"Yes, you should sit up first and be careful not to use force." Harley said.

A glimmer of doubt flashed in Camfil's eyes, and then he sat up from the bed as usual. The single steel bed creaked when Camfil sat up. And when Camfil's hands pressed hard on the side of the bed, the steel bar on the side of the bed dented directly.

When he realized that something was wrong, Camfil wanted to use force to maintain his balance. Under this force, the entire steel bed collapsed completely.

Camfil sat on the ground out of a large crater and looked at Harley dumbfounded, "My God, what's happening to me? I didn't use much force at all."

"Ha ha, this is the effect of our enhanced potion. You have not adapted to your strength yet. First, make a fist slowly to feel the strength of your fist, feel the strength of your arm, and try to control your own strength gradually and do some adaptive training."

Camfil followed Harley's narration and began to adapt to his body gradually.

Colletti was stunned and kept awe-inspiring sounds when he saw this, "It's incredible. Is your potion a formula stolen from God?"

"Oh, is there really a God? I don't believe it. Our medicine has nothing to do with God." Harley said smugly.

Colletti frowned and curled his lips helplessly. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to know how Harley got this medicine. But Harley was very careful, and Colletti couldn't trick him.

Camfil gradually adapted to the power in his body. He felt as if he had awakened his inner strength and became confident instantly, "Fuck! It's fantastic. This feeling of great power is something I have never had before. You guys wait and see. I will definitely blow Maximilian's head with a punch and let him know who the ruler of this ring is!"

"Haha, then wait and see how you perform. I bet you to beat Maximilian within three punches. Don't let me down." Harley said with a big smile.

"I will never disappoint you. I'm going to be on stage now!" Camfil took a big step and walked out. Every step he made, the ground would tremble, and there would be a footprint pit immediately under his feet, and countless fragmented spider web patterns spread out.

The host boarded the ring and said impassionedly, "The most anticipated finale is about to begin. The match is between the wild card player, Maximilian, and the ruling king of boxing, Camfil!"

"First, please welcome Maximilian to the ring!" After the host finished speaking, he looked towards the passage on the right side, and Maximilian soon walked over in slow pace. "Maximilian, your previous game surprised me. It can be said that you are the biggest underdog in this year's tournament. Now you have to face Camfil. I don't know if you feel nervous." Maximilian smiled and shook his head, "Why should I be nervous? It's just an ordinary match, it'll be over soon."

"Oh ho oh, did you all hear that? Our big underdog is quite confident in himself. Next, let's welcome Camfil on stage, and see what the reigning king of the underground boxing tournament will say!"

Boom boom boom!

Camfil took heavy steps to the arena, and his every step made a huge noise and a deep hole in the ground. Every step Camfil took made the audience on the stage go crazy with astonishment. "My God! Is Camfil still a human being? How much strength does it take to do that?"

"As expected he is the ruling king. And because of Camfil's aura on the stage, I have to bet $50 million on him to win!"

"I am expecting Maximilian to win, but now it seems he will definitely be defeated. It's better to bet on Camfil."

After being shocked, the audience chose to bet on Camfil. After all, Camfil's performance on stage at the moment was powerful.

Canaan and Flora were sitting in the corner, both on tenterhooks and worried about Maximilian. At this moment, Camfil's performance was stronger than any of Maximilian's opponents. "This guy looks so powerful. I am so worried about Maximilian."

"Don't worry, you must trust my master!" Canaan raised his hand after speaking and summoned the waiter in the hall to come over.

"What do you need, sir?" The waiter smiled and said.

"I bet Maximilian to win the match."

"Uh?" The waiter froze slightly. After such a long time, only a few people believed in Maximilian. Even if they bet on Maximilian, they only bet 20,000 to 30,000 dollars at most. "Maximilian's current odds are 1 to 16. I wonder how much you want to bet?"

"Two hundred million dollars." Canaan said calmly.

"What?" A middle-aged man said, "Buddy, you are so courageous. But you don't need to be so bold even of you want to bet on the underdog."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐