CHAPTER 1739: CHAPTER 1791: THE BEGINNING OF THE FINAL DESTINATION

No one knew when the Saintess arrived. It was as if she descended from the heavens, suddenly appearing there. Then, the expressions of Gan Ma and the smug Jiu Shan changed. They only had two people on their side, whereas over there, the Phantom Squad had five people plus the Saintess from the Holy War Organization. They had to reassess the situation.

A Saintess, her identity and status were sufficient. In the Holy War Organization, the Saintess held the highest position. If she stood firmly there, it indicated that the Holy War Organization would also stand on Li Yifei’s side.

Gan Ma closed his eyes again, his legs unknowingly crossed again, maintaining that posture of sitting in the void, silent.

Jiu Shan’s face didn’t look good. Just like when Gan Ma came over, he didn’t need to ask about his attitude. The Saintess standing on Li Yifei’s side said everything without needing words. Simply standing there expressed her stance.

Satan grinned, appearing somewhat unrestrained. Li Yifei laughed wildly as well. He didn’t greet the Saintess. Previously, when Li Yifei glanced around, he felt something was amiss. Now he understood, because he was missing a Saintess. Now that she was here, Li Yifei understood what felt strange.

At that moment, he and Satan shared a mutual sense of understanding. Both men knew why the other was laughing. A grand battle between them was imminent; both had powerful enemies behind them, yet they could laugh so freely.

What of powerful enemies? They still had to obediently wait there until the outcome between Satan and him was decided before daring to make a move. Let’s settle this fight first, regardless of what happens afterwards.

The people on the island suddenly seemed as if they received an order, instantly calming down. Numerous pairs of eyes watched Li Yifei and Satan. No, at this time, it should be watching the Golden Eagle, the symbol of strength. Although many people favored Satan, in the eyes of the Saintess and others, they still believed Li Yifei would win.

If Li Yifei lost this time, defeated, or even killed by Satan, then the Saintess would also fall. If she wanted to conquer her inner demon and reach a new pinnacle, she would have to kill Li Yifei with her own hands. It wouldn’t count if someone else did it, so she hoped Li Yifei wouldn’t face danger this time.

Li Yifei and Satan were only ten meters apart, standing solemnly with hands clasped. Li Yifei was dressed in Huaxia attire, while Satan wore a leather cloak, his favorite outfit. Both were in peak condition. In the few minutes of their silent standoff, they were clearing away distracting thoughts, aiming for their best state.

The spectators outside, each harboring their own thoughts, fell silent as well. Many even stepped back, instinctively feeling it was the right thing to do. Unlike their previous fight, this one was undoubtedly different, yet in their eyes, the last one was already frightening enough.

No one announced the start in such a setting. After locking eyes, they both acted simultaneously.

"It’s starting!" countless people exclaimed in their hearts. They had been waiting for the two to start fighting for a long time, even for several days. So seeing them finally making a move now was exhilarating, feeling their blood boiling.

As for Li Yifei and Satan, they had actually been anticipating this for a year, having longed for this fight. At this moment, both were at their strongest, knowing this fight would definitely be exceedingly satisfying.

Li Yifei gathered all his strength, launching a punch for a head-on clash with Satan. Their muscles tensed up entirely. The power of a single punch likely reached tens of thousands of pounds; if it hit an ordinary person, it would probably feel like getting hit by a car.

In fact, Satan once punched a speeding car to a halt after going berserk, demonstrating his immense strength, dominating and unreasonable.

Where their fists collided seemed to produce a bizarre physical reaction. The surrounding air compressed fiercely, distorting the air. Many spectators, previously skeptical about special effects in TV dramas, were amazed to find out that people could actually achieve this in reality.

"Bang!" After a dull sound, Li Yifei and Satan each retreated three steps. Their first blow wasn’t to be taken lightly; there was no initial probing, but instead, they both unleashed their strongest power in perfect synchronization.

Letting go of their fists, Li Yifei shook it out, mirrored by Satan. The two smiled at each other and, with a sudden stomp, rushed forward once more.

Another punch, so fierce that many people, despite being far away, couldn’t help but step back, some even closing their eyes. The feeling was that even if this punch hit a stone wall, it would inevitably shatter the wall, yet after the loud crash, neither of them suffered injuries, showcasing their incredibly strong bodies.

Conversely, it also held true; without a robust body, such formidable attacks couldn’t be executed.

Mig’s eyelid twitched slightly. He had always said he wanted to fight Li Yifei, but it never happened. Seeing Li Yifei and Satan’s attacks, Mig was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness, realizing they were in a different league. He was not someone who admitted defeat, but... it seemed this time there truly was a gap.

Insiders look at technique, while outsiders see the excitement. Some wondered why these two supermasters were merely exchanging simple punches, as if in a boxing match. But only true masters understood—it was deliberate, a choice to fight this way, irrelevant to anyone else.

The Saintess’s eyes reflected admiration, her gaze void of Satan. No matter how formidable Satan was, it was meaningless. After all, Satan wasn’t the Saintess’ heart demon. Li Yifei was different, being her heart demon, so she must love him. The stronger the loved one, the better it was for the Saintess. Each punch collision made her heart bloom, as if each punch landed on her heart.

The Saintess almost wanted to cup her hands over her heart to suppress her inner excitement. Fortunately, the veil hid the blush spreading across her face.

The two hadn’t seen each other for a long time, initially agreeing that their reunion would be a life-or-death battle. This time, the Saintess actively sought it out, wanting to see how strong Li Yifei had truly become, because otherwise, how could she kill him? Unable to kill him meant she couldn’t break her heart demon.

"Great, strong enough!" Satan pulled himself out of the clash, yanked off his cloak, and threw it far away. Then he stepped forward, adopting a special movement.

This served as a cue, telling Li Yifei he was changing his attack approach.

Li Yifei did not insist on head-to-head clashes, instead stepping lightly into the Seven Stars Step, constantly shifting positions while his hands made small range movements.

"They’re changing styles!" Many eyes lit up. Some preferred the brute collision style of American WWE, devoid of technique, but more appreciated the exquisite footwork, kicks, and hand techniques in Eastern martial arts.