Super Soldier in the City
Chapter 1043 - 1087: Pseudo Master

Chapter 1043: Chapter 1087: Pseudo Master

"Li Yifei, are you insulting me?" Park Sung-ho’s angry eyes grew even redder.

Li Yifei offered an apologetic smile and said, "Then you are indeed a Korean, the great Korean nation is indeed powerful. Recently, I have not heard of any masters coming out of Korea, guess you’ve been hiding all along."

Park Sung-ho proudly smiled and declared, "That’s right, our great Korean nation is absolutely the most powerful nation in the world."

"Is that so?" replied Yifei, "Then why can you still be manipulated by someone?"

Park Sung-ho’s face stiffened, and he angrily said, "Golden Eagle, cut the crap. This year we settle matters of life and death."

Li Yifei waved his hand dismissively and said, "What’s the rush? I have a few questions for Sunx Nenghui, you’re not scared of me, are you?"

"Nonsense. If I were scared of you, I wouldn’t have let you come here."

"Then I just have a couple of questions. Just wait a moment, otherwise, I’ll die with regrets."

Park Sung-ho hesitated for a moment, while Sunx Nenghui quickly said, "Stop stalling for time, I have nothing to say to you."

This remark was mainly a reminder for Park Sung-ho, who finally understood why Li Yifei was being so talkative. He suddenly felt a shock in his heart. The drug he had taken had a maximum effect of only fifteen minutes, and he had taken it preemptively the moment he saw Li Yifei arrive. If Li Yifei were to delay any further, five or six minutes would already have passed.

At that moment, Li Yifei suddenly bellowed, "Since you’re eager to die, let me aid you on your journey!" With his shout, Li Yifei’s body lunged forward, delivering a punch towards Park Sung-ho.

The punch was tremendously powerful, even producing a sound that ripped through the air, evidencing its immense force.

Park Sung-ho did not expect Li Yifei to strike as soon as he spoke. One meter away from his target, he could already feel the immense pressure from the punch. Even with the drug’s enhancement, the feeling of being overpowered was unavoidable.

This filled Park Sung-ho with alarm. He had been confident, but Li Yifei’s attack instilled fear in him. If he dodged now, that fear would only deepen. So, he too roared and threw a punch to meet Li Yifei’s.

Li Yifei used no fancy maneuvers; he actually wanted to test this opponent’s strength, so he met his fist head-on.

"Thump!" The impact was like a muffled thunderclap. Li Yifei’s body quickly retreated three meters before he firmly regained his stance.

Yet Park Sung-ho stood motionless, solid as Mount Tai.

Sunx Nenghui was initially anxious, unsure if Park Sung-ho could really take down Li Yifei, but after the first exchange, his confidence soared. Even though he had no knowledge of martial arts, seeing Park Sung-ho repel Li Yifei, it seemed to indicate that Park Sung-ho was the stronger one.

However, Park Sung-ho had his own troubles. Though he stood his ground, the formidable power from Li Yifei’s punch, despite his drug-enhanced body, felt nearly unbearable. His chest churned, and he even felt an urge to vomit blood.

Though Li Yifei seemed to be repelled, it was a self-protective act. As he retreated, he neutralized the massive force of the punch; despite stepping back, he was completely unharmed. Considering one’s appearance in battle is foolish—if something was advantageous, Li Yifei didn’t care about looking courageous or not.

This encounter let Li Yifei roughly gauge that his opponent’s strength, while slightly inferior to his, was minimal at best. Fighting such a formidable foe, a swift conclusion was impossible, and this guy’s body, fortified by pharmaceuticals, was much tougher than average. Defeating him now would certainly come at a cost for Li Yifei.

Securing the greatest victory with the smallest price was Li Yifei’s goal. Having just retreated, he immediately rushed at Park Sung-ho again. Knowing the opponent was weaker, he had nothing to worry about. He did not seek an immediate kill, but he wanted to test how strong Park Sung-ho really was and whether he had any weaknesses, for encounters with these types of individuals were likely in the future. Uncovering their weaknesses allowed him to be more targeted and potentially ensure an unassailable position.

This time, Li Yifei didn’t confront him head-on, every move quick as the wind, touching and immediately retreating. While Park Sung-ho was also quite fast, compared to the increase in strength and body toughness, his speed was somewhat lacking, as was his reaction ability. Although Park Sung-ho was a master and had some impressive moves, he was noticeably inferior when compared with Li Yifei at this moment.

In less than three minutes, Li Yifei had already struck Park Sung-ho six times, but those strikes were without full force. Yet, such force would have been unbearable for an average master to withstand even once, let alone six times. However, these blows had little effect on Park Sung-ho, merely causing his body to shake and inflicting no substantial damage.

This made Li Yifei admire the power of the drug, which could strengthen a person’s muscles to such an extent; it was truly defying the heavens.

Yet Park Sung-ho was furious. After taking the drug, his strength had doubled, but he was still repeatedly hit, an immense humiliation. His rage intensified, and he attacked Li Yifei like a madman, bellowing as he came on.

Five or six minutes into the fight, Li Yifei was more confident now. Although he couldn’t take down Park Sung-ho, it was impossible for Park Sung-ho to hurt him. Once the drug’s effects wore off, Park Sung-ho would have nothing but a death path.

But now, Li Yifei was more interested in discovering Park Sung-ho’s real weakness while under the drug’s effect. If he could quickly eliminate him after he had taken the drug, then Li Yifei wouldn’t have to wait for the drug to wear off to deal with such opponents in the future.

Another concern was that he had now encountered three such individuals. Considering the mysterious nature of this organization, there was no telling how many members they had. If there were several masters like Park Sung-ho who could launch a combined attack, then even Li Yifei was not sure he could escape unscathed.

Therefore, Li Yifei’s offensive suddenly became more ferocious, attacking while also observing Park Sung-ho’s reactions to see if he had any specially protected areas. This was like those who practiced martial arts techniques like Golden Bell Cover or Iron-cloth Shirt; though seemingly impenetrable, there were always weak spots. If you found and breached their weak spot, then their Golden Bell Cover or Iron-cloth Shirt would be broken.

Aside from protecting his head and groin, Park Sung-ho seemed to disregard attacks to other areas.

The groin and head were naturally the most vital parts, and even after taking the drug, these areas were probably not as strong. So these were likely the weaker spots.

As time passed, Park Sung-ho became increasingly frenzied. It had been ten minutes, and he had less than five minutes of the drug’s effect left. He hadn’t been able to do much to Li Yifei, and if he couldn’t kill Li Yifei in the remaining time, once the drug wore off, he would fall into extreme weakness. Then, not only Li Yifei but even an ordinary person could kill him.

So, he gambled everything on these last five minutes. Now it was a matter of life and death, with no second path for him.

Park Sung-ho’s mad assault increased Li Yifei’s pressure, and it was more challenging than before to attack him as at the beginning. After all, Park Sung-ho was a master too, and not a weak one at that; otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to challenge Li Yifei after taking the drug. It was not so easy to find his weakness now.

Since it was futile, Li Yifei chose no longer to take the risk and adopted a hit-and-run strategy instead, evading Park Sung-ho’s attacks as much as possible to drain the last few minutes.

Park Sung-ho, like a mad tiger, thought of nothing but attacking, his eyes a frightening red. But no matter how wild he became, the disparity in strength was evident; it was impossible for him to kill Li Yifei.

Sun Nenghui initially had a lot of confidence, even dreaming about vengeance. But as time went on, his worries grew, and by now, he realized that killing Li Yifei was impossible. Staying here would lead him to a dead end, so he began to retreat slowly while the battle was still intense – he did not wish to die. As long as he lived, there would always be a chance.

Just as Sun Nenghui reached the edge of the platform, preparing to run down the mountain, he suddenly felt a severe pain in his leg. It was incredibly painful, as if a chunk of flesh had been brutally torn off, causing him to cry out involuntarily.

At that moment, Park Sung-ho’s drug effect wore off. His final punch was limp and lacked any strength. Li Yifei, hearing Sun Nenghui’s cry, immediately turned to look and saw him falling to the ground.

Abandoning Park Sung-ho, Li Yifei dashed to Sun Nenghui’s side in a few quick steps, checked his breathing, and found that he was already dead. With a push of his foot, he leapt backward.

But by then, a shadow had already reached Park Sung-ho first, grabbing him and lunging towards the cliff’s edge.

Li Yifei flicked his wrist, and several flying needles shot out towards the shadow.

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