Super Soldier in the City
Chapter 782 - 820: The Peak Confrontation

Chapter 782: Chapter 820: The Peak Confrontation

"Ah!" Satan gave a long howl as the muscles all over his body suddenly bulged, causing the tight leather clothes to stretch significantly. If it were ordinary clothes, they would have burst at the seams by now, but it was only because of the elasticity of the leather that no such thing happened.

Meanwhile, Li Yifei’s expression remained composed, his hands slowly drawing circles in front of his chest, his feet stepping in the positions of the Bagua, his gaze fixed intently on Satan.

In the struggle just now, Li Yifei knew that he and Satan had reached a plateau in strength, speed, and technique, a peak where neither could surpass the other. Therefore, if they continued to fight in this manner, unless both were completely exhausted, there would be no way to decide a victor.

So, both changed their tactics. Satan used a strange technique to achieve a minor increase in power and speed. Although the increase was not tremendous, at their level of prowess, even a small enhancement could completely sway the outcome.

Unable to further increase his own power and speed, Li Yifei resorted to using softness to overcome hardness. He was now employing the ancient martial art of Tai Chi Fist. This was not the simple exercise form performed by elderly men and women; this was the true Tai Chi Fist. Li Yifei’s calm and composure were perfectly in sync with this style. All Head Eagles were versed in Tai Chi Fist, but only Li Yifei had mastered it completely.

"Golden Eagle, encountering an opponent like you is truly an honor for me, Satan, but now I will be stronger! Killing such an adversary, though regrettable, means that once I make my move, there’s no holding back." Satan did not strike immediately, but stood proudly, having fully assessed Li Yifei’s strength. With his sudden enhancement, he was fully confident he could defeat and even kill Li Yifei.

At that moment, Li Yifei’s face was as placid as an ancient well. He had completely entered a state of self-forgetfulness and said slowly, "Come on."

Everyone else felt their adrenaline surge at this critical moment that would determine the outcome of the fight.

"Good!" Satan said simply, stepping forward with his right leg and walking towards Li Yifei. This time he did not charge but walked; yet this single step somehow bridged the three-meter gap between him and Li Yifei instantly.

When Satan threw his punch, it was accompanied by a sonic boom. Despite being just a simple punch, the force enveloped Li Yifei entirely, making it impossible to dodge. There was no other option but to clash head-on with Satan’s fist.

Indeed, Li Yifei did not dodge, but neither did he confront the attack head-on. His hands formed palms, crossed and overlapping, and he suddenly caught Satan’s fist between them.

"Eh!" Satan expressed surprise. Logically, even if his punch did not send Li Yifei flying, it should at least have forced him back. However, Li Yifei’s palms contained a strange swirling force that dissipated much of Satan’s power, roughly equal to the increase Satan had just achieved, resulting in a seeming reset of their power levels at the starting line once again.

And at that moment, with a twist of his palms, Li Yifei almost made Satan involuntarily fling his arm open.

Satan felt even more astonished. What kind of skill was this, possessing such wonder? His sudden increase in strength had not only failed to give him an advantage but had even put him at a slight disadvantage.

As his character was to be wildly uncontrollable, the more difficulty Satan encountered, the more it ignited his frenzy and intensified his fighting spirit. He let out a roar and the muscles in his arm seemed to swell further as he thrust his fist against Li Yifei’s palms and continued forward.

Li Yifei stepped back, offloading Satan’s ferocious power. The true essence of Tai Chi is not to confront force with force but to use softness to overcome strength. Taking a step back to divert the frontal assault was the most energy-efficient move.

Although Satan’s punch was fruitless, Li Yifei did not gain any advantage either.

"Good!" Satan bellowed, launching two punches this time in an oppressive assault.

Li Yifei continued to neutralize Satan’s attacks, seemingly always on the defensive.

However, it was apparent to all that Li Yifei’s passivity did not result in a disadvantage. On the contrary, Satan was depleting his strength rapidly. Given time, Li Yifei was certain to turn defense into offense, and it seemed he would then gain the upper hand.

Caught in the fray, Satan too sensed this shift, but his spirit refused to admit defeat. He could not believe that Li Yifei could consistently thwart his attacks. He thought that if there were just one slip-up in Li Yifei’s defense, he could potentially strike the fatal blow.

Both of them, one attacking and the other defending, amazingly fought for half an hour, yet Satan’s strength didn’t show any sign of waning. This extremely alarmed everyone; with such a ferocious attack, ordinary people could barely last ten minutes, let alone half an hour—yet Satan was able to attack as fiercely as at the beginning. It was utterly abnormal how resilient his physique was.

At this point, Li Yifei couldn’t help but respect Satan’s strength. Though he had been resolving Satan’s attacks in the most energy-saving way possible, even if it was energy-saving, he still had to contend with Satan’s brutal force. After half an hour, he had already expended a considerable amount of his physical strength.

If things continued like this, Li Yifei felt that it wasn’t a solution. He didn’t even know how long Satan could keep going—if another half hour were possible, Li Yifei was afraid his own stamina wouldn’t hold up.

Suddenly, with a loud shout, Li Yifei caught one of Satan’s punches, and then swiftly grabbed Satan’s wrist, twisting his body and driving his elbow toward Satan’s ribs. This was his first time switching from defense to offense during the fight.

For half an hour, Satan was truly frustrated; every attack felt as if it were hitting a clump of cotton. Although it appeared that his attacks were relentless, the struggle was his own private agony—as each attack slightly injured himself.

Li Yifei’s sudden counterattack not only didn’t frighten Satan but actually pleased him greatly. Li Yifei’s defense had been watertight, but the moment he attacked, he was likely to reveal flaws. Satan, concentrating deeply, engaged in combat with Li Yifei, searching for those openings.

Indeed, Li Yifei had switched to counteroffensive tactics, but he still rarely attacked, and the stalemate between the two showed no sign of change. It seemed like it would still take a long time before the victor could be decided.

A gust of wind blew past, and suddenly, the sky filled with dark clouds. The wind gathered strength, whipping up the waves into giant swells that crashed against the island, creating a deafening roar. What had been broad daylight was now suddenly pitch black.

Large raindrops quickly began to fall from the sky, and soon a thick curtain of rain was drawn between heaven and earth, significantly cooling the air.

Even with such adverse weather, no one sought shelter; instead, they moved closer to the battlefield—otherwise, they would miss this unforgettable duel.

At this time, no one cared about the severe weather; everyone was completely engrossed in Li Yifei and Satan’s battle. Even the members of the Holy War Organization stopped thinking about sheltering the Saintess from the rain, leaving her exposed to the pouring deluge.

The Saintess herself didn’t mind the heavy rain; as she watched Li Yifei and Satan’s struggle, seeing how strong Li Yifei was made her open her heart even more to him. She truly felt Li Yifei was a good man, worth a woman’s love. She was ready to fall for him, to deeply, passionately love him, until death do them part.

Li Yifei and Satan, at this moment, were completely lost in combat. The might of the heavens could not disrupt their fighting spirit; in their eyes, only the opponent existed, and the torrential rain curtain could not hinder their every move and stance.

Then, everyone saw a bizarre scene: mists seemed to rise from Li Yifei and Satan’s bodies, almost as if those mists kept the raindrops away from them.

Of course, neither of them genuinely possessed god-like powers, but because both were fully engaged in the fight, a large amount of heat was being produced inside their bodies. This heat, meeting the cold water vapour from the rain, created a thin mist that seemingly kept the rain at bay, even though both were soaked through by the downpour.

A lightning bolt streaked across the sky, slithering like an electric serpent, followed by a thunderous boom. The noise was so loud that it gave everyone a startle, as they were deeply immersed in the fight. People cursed the wretched weather silently, annoyed that it was ruining their view of this pinnacle battle.

After that bolt of lightning, the sky turned even darker, becoming virtually pitch-black. Yet, the fight between the two men did not stop, and Satan’s ferocious shouting still pierced the rain and reached everyone’s ears.

Suddenly, another lightning bolt flashed, briefly revealing the figures of Li Yifei and Satan, but then they were unseen again as quickly as they had appeared. Another thunderous boom followed, as if it would rupture everyone’s eardrums.

But after that thunderclap, apart from the sound of the rain and the waves, Satan’s shouts suddenly vanished. This caused everyone’s hearts to leap to their throats. What did it mean? Had Golden Eagle won, or Satan? Or were both preparing their final strike?

However, after waiting for a while, there was still no sound; everyone grew extremely anxious. Yet at that moment, there were no more flashes of lightning, so even if they wanted to see the situation between the two men, there was absolutely no chance.