CHAPTER 1743: CHAPTER 1795: AT A DISADVANTAGE

Although it was unexpected for Li Yifei, he wasn’t flustered. After Satan’s berserk transformation, his strength was formidable, and his body was domineering, but he also had weaknesses. For example, his mind would become weaker and not as clear as usual. As they say, there are gains and losses; Satan was in a frenzy, but Li Yifei remained clear-headed.

Most importantly, Li Yifei noticed that Satan’s berserk transformation this time seemed more irrational, like a frenzied bull full of energy. He knew his target was Li Yifei, but... he was prone to making mistakes.

Li Yifei executed a lotus step, dodging Satan’s combo punches. Then, with a side rush, he moved horizontally to Satan’s side, followed by a sweeping kick. This whip kick contained all of Li Yifei’s strength, with the force of True Qi added in. Satan, unable to turn around in time, was immediately struck by Li Yifei’s whip kick.

"Pa!" A sound that made people involuntarily wince echoed out. The two in the arena were sent flying in different directions. Satan was kicked several meters away by Li Yifei, crashing to the ground like a cannonball, while Li Yifei didn’t fare much better. Kicking the berserk Satan felt like kicking a steel plate. No matter how strong Li Yifei was, he was still flesh and blood. Even if the steel plate flew out, his leg would still ache.

Li Yifei landed on all fours and almost collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, when his hands hit the ground, he used them to push himself back up quickly.

From his feet to his legs, there was a slight tremor, as if a countershock force was acting on them. Li Yifei twisted slightly, loosening up that leg.

Satan’s impact on the ground crushed many of the stones beneath him.

"My God... Golden Eagle is also that strong. If that kick had landed on me... I probably wouldn’t have survived!" A black man in the audience exclaimed in shock, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Another white person was rubbing his eyes vigorously, seemingly unable to believe the scene before him. Such a powerful Satan was actually kicked away by Golden Eagle. How strong must Golden Eagle be?

Of course, some people realized that Satan actually wasn’t injured, just not very clear-headed.

Sure enough, two seconds later, Satan slammed his fists into the ground with force, bouncing up swiftly. With a furious roar, he charged at Li Yifei recklessly, his eyes still red, emitting a bloodthirsty light.

Li Yifei drew circles with his hands, rooting his feet to the ground. During the previous two battles, Li Yifei’s Tai Chi skills effectively constrained Satan’s frenzied attacks. As the saying goes, "One Man’s Strength Subdues Ten," Li Yifei certainly wouldn’t clash head-on with Satan but would instead avoid his strengths.

Moreover, Li Yifei knew that Satan’s berserk state wouldn’t last long, like a drug rush—fierce when it’s in effect, but it couldn’t continue for long, otherwise, it wouldn’t be a drug.

"Thud, thud, thud."

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Although there were only two people fighting, it felt like a group brawl. The sounds accompanying their confrontation grew ever more intense.

The last time they fought on Fog Island, it was amid thunder and lightning, pouring rain. This time, the weather was initially very clear, but inexplicably, as their battle deepened, the island’s weather worsened as well. A large mass of black clouds drifted overhead, almost seeming within reach if one jumped high enough.

The wind picked up too, as if the heavens sensed the madness here, trying to send a strong wind to disperse the conflict.

But unfortunately, even the strong wind couldn’t stop the two battling figures.

In the blink of an eye, Li Yifei had been fighting the berserk Satan for four or five minutes. During this time, Li Yifei was struck and sent flying six times by Satan, while Satan was kicked away by Li Yifei four times. As for how Satan’s body felt, Li Yifei didn’t know, but he knew how he felt.

Not very good. The berserk Satan felt unbelievably strong to Li Yifei, like an invincible force.

But how could there be an invincible person? Li Yifei didn’t believe in such an evil either. Currently, Li Yifei was somewhat distressed. When it came to clashing head-on with Satan, he almost always came off worse. Yet, he didn’t want to keep evading and maneuvering like before.

And Huaxia martial arts like Tai Chi, which counter softness with hardness and stillness with motion, were effective but not necessarily so good.

Satan knew neither fatigue nor pain; Li Yifei had just punched him in the temple. With Li Yifei’s force, punching a human, or even an elephant’s head, would likely have left that elephant unscathed. But Satan was utterly unfazed; his head merely got knocked askew, and after shaking his head, he continued pursuing Li Yifei.

Every hit hurt, and Li Yifei had already taken six such hits, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

The True Qi within him was already more than half depleted. This continuous, high-consumption demand was only sustainable due to Li Yifei’s year-long breakthrough and progress, allowing him to reserve such an amount of True Qi. Otherwise, he would have exhausted it long ago.

Satan truly lived up to being a lifelong adversary. Li Yifei dodged one of Satan’s punches, took a deep breath, and delivered a chain of sweeping kicks. Satan neither dodged nor evaded, punching directly onto Li Yifei’s foot. Thud, thud, thud, the consecutive sweeps forced Satan back a bit; he had to retreat.

The redness in Satan’s eyes gradually faded, signaling the end of his berserk state. This time, it was much shorter compared to their first battle, but the power was incomparable. The current berserk Satan could easily take on several of the Satans from back then.

A post-berserk Satan would become much weaker, a fact Li Yifei was aware of. He felt somewhat delighted, realizing he might ultimately be stronger. Once Satan was weak, he couldn’t possibly defeat him anymore. As long as he still had True Qi, he could continue fighting; at worst... he’d deplete his True Qi and suffer some internal injuries.

Li Yifei took deep breaths, rubbing his chest. Satan had just punched him there, and the hastily gathered True Qi was instantly scattered, nearly breaking the bones in his chest.

Many people watching also took a breath, growing tense. When they saw Li Yifei clutching his chest in pain, someone couldn’t help but say, "Could it be that Golden Eagle is about to lose?"

"Possible. Who knows what kind of sinister kung fu Satan has practiced to become so strong. If it were me, forget about going berserk like that; even running for half an hour would be tough."

"Get out of here! Can you compare to Crazy Satan?"

The discussions rose among the people below as the five members of the Phantom Squad showed signs of concern. If Li Yifei lost, Gan Ma and Jiu Shan, who were eyeing them intently, would undoubtedly make a move. The members even resolved that if they did, they would protect Li Yifei at all costs. This Tenth Brother was growing too fast. In a few years or decades, he might even surpass the achievements of their eldest brother.