CHAPTER 1744: CHAPTER 1796: MOUNT TAI PRESSES DOWN

The saintess gently bit her lip. She wasn’t very worried about Li Yifei; she just felt uncomfortable seeing him take a few hard hits. But a duel is a duel, and the saintess would not step in to stop it.

"Hang in there, Satan’s berserk state is about to end. His eyes aren’t as red anymore. As long as you endure, the victory will be yours," the saintess thought to herself. She couldn’t say anything to remind Li Yifei, so she could only think this in her heart.

Jiu Shan showed a look of delight. Though he was respectfully referred to as a grand mage, he didn’t actually have much profound Buddhist cultivation; it was just due to his strong combat prowess and skill in killing that others had to admire him. Japan being a nation that respects the strong naturally held him in high regard. Jiu Shan was happy to see Li Yifei suffer losses. Even if Satan couldn’t kill Li Yifei, there would be a chance later to directly finish him off.

Even if it meant falling out with Huaxia and becoming enemies with the saintess.

In theory, the saintess represented the power of the United States. Although the Holy War Organization didn’t get along well with the government, when the nation needed it, they would defend the country. Strictly speaking, she was on the side of the nation. Meanwhile, Jiu Shan represented the Japanese government, which leaned on the United States. At this moment, however, Jiu Shan was in opposition with the saintess, which was quite bold of him.

Omba exhaled a breath, somewhat indifferent. Her fighting style, like Satan’s, was wild and uninhibited, almost without defense — just full-on attack. So, watching Satan fight like this, she had a modicum of admiration for him, but just a tiny bit. Omba still wanted to kill Satan.

In the arena, Satan didn’t give Li Yifei much time to rest; he barely let him take a couple of breaths and paused for about three to five seconds before charging up again.

After over twenty exchanges, Li Yifei’s True Qi was running low, whereas Satan’s eyes had cleared up quite a bit. He seemed more lucid, gritting his teeth and swinging a punch towards Li Yifei.

Li Yifei felt a solemn shock. Although there was still a three-meter distance, he instinctively sensed the danger in it.

This punch couldn’t be met head-on, Li Yifei reminded himself. He wanted to dodge but found himself seemingly locked in place.

What kind of move is this? Li Yifei felt as if he could only see that massive fist before him, as though the rest of the space had been blocked off. The fist grew larger, swiftly closing in on him.

Satan roared wildly, shouting, "Take my punch!"

This punch contained all of Satan’s power, as if a mountain were crashing down, suffocating everyone — not just Li Yifei, but the people around also felt an intense pressure, with some even bending over as if unable to bear it.

"Be careful!" the saintess shouted. Her voice was beautiful, yet no one around seemed to hear it, for their attention was also focused on the scene.

Anyone could see that Satan was at the end of his strength, but his final frenzy was enough to rattle hearts. It seemed Li Yifei wasn’t prepared and had been tricked by Satan. If this punch landed, Li Yifei might lose.

Satan, with increasingly clear eyes, had calculated well. During his berserk state, he was unable to maintain a clear mind — the cost of his enhancement. When he regained some clarity, he realized that if he didn’t land a killing blow, he wouldn’t have another chance. Hence, he calculated against Li Yifei this one time.

This calculation was successful, at least for the moment, as Li Yifei found himself with nowhere to evade. The punch seemed to come from the heavens and earth, creating an inescapable feeling no matter where he might retreat. It was an indescribable sensation, but if there were any means, Li Yifei wouldn’t just give up.

What should be done? Everything happened too quickly — within the mere two to three seconds after Li Yifei was locked in.

"Just kill him already!" Jiu Shan couldn’t help but shout loudly, hoping for Li Yifei’s death.

While this remark drew glances from many people, the five members of the Phantom Squad especially glared at him as though they would eat him alive. But Jiu Shan didn’t care one bit, for if Li Yifei were dead, what harm could these five do to him?

Gan Ma opened his eyes, watching Li Yifei.

Li Yifei was like a lone skiff sailing a vast sea, unlucky enough to encounter a violent storm. The frenzied waves seemed ready to capsize the little boat at any moment. Satan’s punch wasn’t particularly fast, yet powered by his berserk strength, its accumulated force was overwhelming. If Li Yifei didn’t dodge, the fight might end today.

No, I can’t lose. I must not lose! It’s not that Li Yifei couldn’t afford defeat, but he simply couldn’t be defeated — he represented not just his own honor and shame, but also the honor of his country. Compared to the latter, the former was secondary.

"Ah!" Li Yifei roared skyward, and True Qi surged out from his Dantian, flowing into his arms. He raised his fists to withstand the unseen, yet seemingly Thousand Jins weight bearing down, extending his arms to meet Satan’s punch.

Their fists clashed, and a tremendous force slammed into Li Yifei’s knees. His body bent significantly but his back remained straight. His legs were forced into a crouch, his trouser legs splitting, shoes grinding against the ground with an unpleasant smell of burning rubber. Indeed, Li Yifei’s feet had so crushed the rock beneath him that they sank in.

Yet, he withstood Satan’s punch.

A whoosh, many couldn’t help but exhale in relief. They were tense, surprised that Li Yifei could withstand such a punch, albeit with some difficulty, yet...

No! Wait, the punch wasn’t over, Satan still hung midair, the punch continued downward. His form seemed not just a fist, but his entire being was this punch. Meanwhile, Li Yifei’s fists held forth, seemingly two fists yet resembling an enormous palm, his whole self forming a hand.

He pushed Satan outward, yet Satan’s fist continued radiating fierce assault.

People seemingly heard a hissing sound, as though from the wind, or maybe... a sound born from friction between the tenuous gases surrounding their bodies clashing together.

Li Yifei was barely holding on. Beneath him, arms extended, supporting what felt like a mountainous Satan — in that moment, Satan weighed countless Thousand Jins, while Li Yifei’s entire skeleton creaked as if it might shatter.

His feet were pressed millimeter by millimeter into the rock beneath him, or rather, into the crushed debris, as those stones beneath him were pulverized to dust. With each inch he was forced down, an inch of stone turned to powder.

Bearing countless Thousand Jins of pressure on his shoulders, despite his reluctance, Li Yifei was thus steadily pressed down until his feet had already sunk into the stone’s depths.