CHAPTER 1747: CHAPTER 1799: SECOND BERSERK TRANSFORMATION

Many people around thought that Satan was seriously injured and on the brink of death, but surprisingly, after just a few minutes, the guy stood up again. His body wobbled for a bit but quickly steadied, and his voice remained booming.

Elevating a person to such heights, Satan didn’t think much of it, and many around him nodded along. The strength and fame of these two indeed deserved the title of lifelong adversaries. But... who actually won? If Satan had remained down, it would have been Li Yifei’s victory. Yet, now he’s standing—should he admit defeat or continue fighting?

Li Yifei extended his hand, clasping Satan’s, and said, "You are also my lifelong adversary, but there is an old saying in Huaxia: ’If Zhou Yu is born, why is Zhuge Liang also born?’ Living a life is a fortunate thing, but sometimes it’s unfortunate. We could have found a place to drink till we dropped, but now we have no choice but to fight to the death on this desolate island."

Satan’s eyes darted around, releasing Li Yifei’s hand, and said, "I know the story of Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang; they are famous names in your Huaxia history."

After saying that, Satan shook his head and continued, "There are many days for drinking, but now... we must determine a winner."

Li Yifei raised his eyebrows, looking at Satan, and said, "Can you still fight?"

People outside also showed expressions of surprise, seemingly asking the same question: "Can you still fight?"

It’s worth noting that Satan had just struggled to stand—not even that; he experienced a brief period of unconsciousness. Yet, now he’s prepared to face Li Yifei for the win.

Omba blinked, snorted roughly through his nostrils, lost in thought.

Jiu Shan thought, "Fight. It’ll be great if both of them die. People like you are roadblocks to the rise of The Empire of Japan. It’s best if you’re all dead."

Gan Ma this time didn’t sit suspended in the air but cross-legged directly on the ground, eyes fixed on the two, lost in thought.

The Phantom Squad’s five members appeared slightly relieved; now it seemed Li Yifei had a significant chance of winning. Their next task was to guard against Jiu Shan and Gan Ma, preventing either from suddenly attacking.

As for the Saintess, her beautiful eyes blinked a few times, her gaze swirling, seemingly very pleased with the backward glance Li Yifei just gave. No wonder she worried so much. The Saintess had already released her tense grasp; she was so nervous her palms nearly got punctured by her nails.

Hearing Satan declare he would continue fighting, the Saintess gently blew out a breath, lips making a subtle pop sound, seemingly finding Satan quite tedious.

People outside were discussing; clearly, Satan was incredibly frail yet still wanted to fight. This person is truly insane.

Inside Li Yifei, it felt like a battlefield. The cost of two energies battling meant pain throughout his body. Yet, simultaneously, he was filled with abundant True Qi.

Therefore, regarding fighting again, Li Yifei felt fearless. At worst, he’d continue fighting. However, he was somewhat concerned for his opponent, feeling Satan was forcing himself.

"Ha ha ha!" Satan laughed, head tilted back, and after laughing said, "Since we are lifelong adversaries, it can’t just end like this. Besides, our prior agreement was until one of us couldn’t get up. Sure, I was down, but unfortunately, I got back up, and I don’t want to admit defeat. So, if you can still fight and refuse to concede, we continue!"

After Satan finished speaking, those around started discussing again. Some said Satan truly had a death wish. Some pondered stepping in to stop it but considered the status—those who said so were just speaking louder, perhaps hoping Satan would hear.

Most believed Satan was too arrogant; Li Yifei not pursuing his advantage was giving him face. Yet here he was insisting on fighting, seeming unaware of his situation.

Outsiders had no idea what thoughts filled the minds of the two in the ring. Li Yifei frowned at Satan; his dark face still bore coagulated blood. He stood there, his body slightly swaying, seeming like he might fall at any moment. But this madman wanted to keep fighting because victory was undetermined.

Li Yifei certainly wouldn’t admit defeat, and Satan refused to yield. It seemed the only path forward was to continue fighting!

After half a minute, Li Yifei finally said, "I can still fight, but I must remind you, Satan—I’m in much better shape than you right now. You’ve just finished your berserk phase and are in a weakened state..."

"Ha, weak? No way." Before Li Yifei finished, Satan interrupted him loudly, "I’ve had quite a few encounters recently, so there’s no worry in that aspect. I know what I’m doing—come on, let’s continue fighting. The last fight was exhilarating, but it’s not satisfying enough. We must continue!"

Then come on! Li Yifei thought, looking at Satan, nodding firmly.

Li Yifei had new cards, but what about Satan—what were his cards? Li Yifei was a bit curious and quickly learned. Satan surprisingly underwent berserk mode again, his eyes rapidly turning red, his body swelling yet again, even more than the first time.

How could this be? Li Yifei’s eyes showed surprise; he immediately shouted, "No, you can’t berserk again!"

People outside didn’t understand what was happening. Even hearing the word ’berserk’, they assumed it was Satan’s tactic to suddenly gain strength. But some knew what was going on; seeing Satan berserk again, they too were shocked.

There are consequences to berserking, and it varies by a person’s constitution. If a weak person were to attempt this, berserking could be fatal. Only someone like Satan, with a unique constitution from childhood and continual tempering, could withstand such rage. Even so, after berserking, Satan would be incredibly weak. The longer he stayed berserk, the weaker he’d get, as proven in the first fight.

And now Satan wanted to berserk twice in a row; the aftermath of his first berserk only just started, and he aimed for a second berserk—how could this be?

Not to mention experts like Li Yifei, even ordinary people with some knowledge could figure out the logic.

Second berserk—that’s a death wish! Not to mention whether Satan’s body could handle it; if he couldn’t, he might directly explode and die a miserable death.

Honestly, Li Yifei was quite worried; he respected Satan, just as Satan respected him. Such an opponent is rare; they cherished each other. He feared Satan would be unable to withstand the second berserk and directly explode, which would be too tragic.