CHAPTER 1741: CHAPTER 1793: AS EXPECTED, VERY STRONG

Satan lunged forward, forcing Li Yifei to retreat two steps. This punch was so fierce, it seemed like it could split mountains and rocks, even Li Yifei had to avoid its sharpness.

After retreating two steps, Li Yifei steadied himself and dodged the punch. In return, he delivered a palm strike. This palm strike was infused with True Qi, seemingly ordinary on the surface, but upon contact one would feel the hidden force within. Satan had suffered from this before; he underestimated the palm, thinking it was just a simple move, but it contained more than ten variations, which made Satan very uncomfortable under the infusion of True Qi.

The True Qi entered the body like a worm, aggressively burrowing into the body. Satan adjusted himself and managed to crush the worm.

This time, Satan chose to avoid, retreating two steps as well.

By now, they had been fighting for over ten minutes. During this time, each move was calculated, each move skillful, each move capable of defeating the enemy. But because the opponent was each other, every dangerous move was resolved by the other.

"Exhilarating!" The two simultaneously withdrew their hands. At this moment, the outcome was hard to determine, and their duel naturally wouldn’t stop there. After a short rest, another great battle awaited.

Satan ripped off his tight leather outfit, seeming to find it troublesome. By now, sweat was visible on his body; he casually wiped it off and laughed heartily, exclaiming "Exhilarating!"

In contrast, Li Yifei seemed more relaxed. He didn’t tear off his clothes like Satan, and there was no sweat on his head. He stood steady, secretly regulating his body’s breathing.

Satan’s progress was astonishing; even now, without undergoing berserk transformation, he was equally matched with Li Yifei. Though Li Yifei wasn’t exerting his full strength either, it was already quite difficult. One must know, under Li Yifei’s full strength, even top masters like Murong Yuanqing and Elder Feng had to tread carefully, lest they risk defeat by underestimating him.

The onlookers were exhilarated by such a fight. Every second, every frame seemed extremely precious, worth learning and studying. Of course, many couldn’t grasp the specifics of their combat; for instance, Li Yifei’s punch might be missed due to rapid speed, or Satan’s shoulder strike might be overlooked due to body positioning.

If there was a high-speed camera present that could capture their fight, it would be great for future study. Unfortunately, none of the attendees dared to record it.

Being able to watch firsthand was already a privilege, as this wasn’t open to just anyone.

Several masters had their own considerations. Compared to Gan Ma’s calmness, Japan’s Jiu Shan didn’t look so good. His purpose here was to kill Li Yifei, but the stronger Li Yifei was, the harder it became. Jiu Shan was weighing their strengths, making comparisons in his mind.

Before coming here, Jiu Shan was invited out of seclusion to intercept Li Yifei, to eliminate this Huaxian enemy before he matured into a master. Avenging Yanagio Inujiro was secondary; restoring Great Japan’s honor was vital.

He must kill this man, who at just thirty-something had grown to such a terrifying level. Given time, if he reached the legendary realm, the surrounding countries would be powerless against him!

At this moment, Jiu Shan’s intent to kill intensified.

Meanwhile, several fierce gazes were shot towards him, belonging to the Phantom Squad’s five members. Five of Li Yifei’s elder brothers constantly guarded against Jiu Shan and Gan Ma, while also being wary of others. With hundreds of people present, surely someone harbored ill intentions towards Li Yifei.

Another aura with cold authority emanated—the Saintess’s. Although she didn’t look over, her presence warned Jiu Shan not to act recklessly.

Thanks to their protection, Li Yifei could safely engage with Satan.

After a short rest, both adjusted their internal Qi and resumed their battle.

As a man who once challenged the world, Li Yifei now displayed power that made those resentful of him, even wishing him dead, feel a sense of despair. Similarly, those who loathed Satan felt helpless.

Many ants can kill an elephant, but how many ants does it take? Ants bravely face death, willing to die endlessly forward, but people fear death. How could they, like ants, rush up and take on the elephant? Li Yifei and Satan had become monstrous in such ways; what more could they use to fight?

"Boom!" A dull thud sounded as Satan’s punch slammed into the ground, his fist embedding into the rock, shattering it into powder. Although the stones on these islands, exposed to weathering, had long eroded, it still took considerable force to break them with a punch.

"Take my punch too!" Li Yifei shouted with excitement, rushing forward with clenched fist, unleashing a combo. The punch’s edge was daunting, each strike accompanied by a sonic boom. If instruments were present, they could observe the air around the two distorting, layers of energy clashing together. Whether Satan’s energy was stronger or Li’s energy prevailed, energy and energy constantly collided, compressed, twisted, and quickly reformed into new waves.

One punch after another, they seemed tireless. Li Yifei attacked continuously for several minutes, yet Satan couldn’t find any flaws to counterattack. He was secretly calculating in his heart; in their last battle, Satan had the upper hand, at least seemingly on the surface. He was mostly on offense while Li Yifei defended. But this time, Li Yifei dominated the offense... It seemed he had improved more, which meant berserk transformation was unavoidable.

Very well, such an opponent deserves my berserk transformation, Satan pondered inwardly.

"Truly strong!" Omba, who had kept a constant expression since arriving on the island, finally changed her expression ever so slightly. Whether these four words were praising one or both wasn’t clear. After saying them, her expression returned to its cold facade, her gaze tracking the two fighters, her thoughts unknown.

The Saintess nodded as well. The last time she saw Li Yifei, he wasn’t nearly as strong as now, perhaps far weaker. At this moment, Li Yifei fought with more composure, advancing and retreating with confidence, tremendously stable—this was a huge improvement.

Indeed, I chose the right man back then; only such a man deserves my affection as a Saintess, only he can be the obsession of my life! The Saintess’s eyes followed the figures battling, but her gaze was almost exclusively on Li Yifei, hardly noticing Satan.