Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 2179 - 2243: Fear

Sure enough, someone had arrived. Li Yifei turned around and reached out a hand, pulling Wu Shuwei up. Holding her hand with one of his own, Wu Shuwei immediately felt the pressure disappear. She looked at Li Yifei’s hand and found that half of it was already black, causing her face to turn very worried.

"I’m fine, I’ve recovered a bit. Another master has arrived, but this one is very powerful, probably more formidable than the previous two waves. I almost fell for his trick. Keep your distance for a while. If I can’t beat him... you need to run quickly!"

"I..."

"Listen to me. Even if I die, it shouldn’t be in vain. You must let people know, so they can avenge me, right?" Li Yifei reached out to pinch Wu Shuwei’s cheek, which was somewhat stiff, lacking the elasticity it once had, obviously because she was scared stiff.

"No, you won’t die, you can definitely defeat him."

"Yes, but you need to keep your distance so I can focus on dealing with him." Li Yifei nodded and said.

"Alright!" Wu Shuwei gripped Li Yifei’s hand firmly, then let go and quickly walked away.

Li Yifei turned his head, looking at the person in a black robe who seemed to walk out of the void. Speaking of the people before, Li Yifei would feel troubled, but not lack confidence like now. At that time, he was in good condition, but now... not to mention the problem with True Qi, there’s probably a broken bone in his chest, and this has a big impact, not to mention the oppression this black robe gives him.

The opponent came slowly and finally stopped. He had already seen the corpses of the conjoined person and the Killing Star, so he opened his mouth and said: "Did you kill them?"

His voice was not unpleasant, even magnetic, implying his voice carried a tone of confusion. Li Yifei nodded and said: "Yes, I killed them."

"You are very strong," the opponent said.

"I can feel that you are strong too," Li Yifei replied.

"A powerful Easterner, why kill in Africa, and it was Witch Doctors you killed." The opponent asked.

"Because he wanted to kill me, so I killed him," Li Yifei replied.

The opponent was silent for a while, shaking his head, saying: "No, the information I perceived is you wanted to kill from the start."

"Haha, do you believe the information you perceived?" Li Yifei asked.

"Yes, I very much believe it; I’ve always relied on this sense."

"It’s a pity, senses are the least reliable, just like vision; what you see isn’t necessarily true," Li Yifei said seriously.

The opponent closed his eyes, hidden by the black robe making it unclear to see anything. This silence lasted two to three minutes, and Li Yifei wasn’t in a hurry to attack. These moments were time he could use to recover.

The opponent finally spoke: "No, I feel once again that you indeed killed Zarang and others; that picture can’t be wrong, so I came to kill you."

Li Yifei sniffed and said, "Okay."

"I am called Wu, meaning nothingness."

"I am called Golden Eagle, soaring in the sky, free and unrestrained," Li Yifei, seeing the seriousness of the opponent, said.

"Golden Eagle? Haha, I’ve heard of you," the opponent said.

Li Yifei then said: "I didn’t expect I was so famous."

"Your strength has improved rapidly indeed. When I first knew of you, you weren’t worth us taking action," Wu said.

"Haha, then I’ll probably surprise you greatly."

"Already surprised, they’ve already died by your hands."

"If that’s the case, make your move," Li Yifei beckoned the opponent.

From afar, Wu Shuwei couldn’t hear the conversation between the two, but seeing that neither was in a rush to fight, she felt more at ease. Unfortunately, in a blink of an eye, the two started fighting.

Wu’s attacks were strange. He practiced in the East African Great Rift Valley since childhood, fighting with fierce wild animals from a young age. Later, he comprehended witchcraft, becoming immensely stronger, quickly becoming the strongest Witch Doctor in that area, respected by countless people.

Because of the constraints among Witch Doctors, upon receiving a death warning, they must rush over to pursue the killer unless the enemy has already escaped from the Africa Continent. Otherwise, they must pursue, which is a means of self-preservation among these Witch Doctors, preventing invasion by strong individuals from other regions. This oppression over hundreds of years caused it, and Li Yifei was unaware of this. Otherwise, he would have considered well before taking action.

Li Yifei saw a dark cloak flying over, he swung his True Qi Blade to block it, not expecting to cut through it directly.

"Whoosh!" As the cloak brushed past, Li Yifei suddenly found himself engulfed in darkness, the stars and moon disappeared, leaving only endless blackness. Li Yifei’s movements halted, realizing he was outmaneuvered; the cloak was akin to a Formation Method, and being shrouded within it, he entered this space.

Li Yifei closed his eyes; in such a place, relying on sight was futile, so he shut them.

In the sea of consciousness, Li Yifei suddenly sensed a shadow pouncing toward him. He quickly sidestepped to evade while counterattacking with a palm strike, but the opponent was too fast, and his strike missed.

The opponent seemed puzzled that Li Yifei managed to dodge, unwilling to accept failure, they attacked again. Li Yifei skillfully detected and avoided once more.

In doing so, Li Yifei’s energy consumption was relatively less, while his opponent expended considerably more.

Holding the True Qi Blade in hand, Li Yifei adapted to the surroundings and began his counterattack. Despite the opponent’s incredible speed, by identifying certain patterns, Li Yifei hoped to land a hit.

With a muffled sound, Li Yifei struck, and suddenly clarity returned to his vision. Looking at the black-cloaked figure, they hadn’t seemed to move, standing still, and Li Yifei hadn’t moved either; his True Qi Blade was still in hand. Yet Li Yifei knew it was real because the Blade showed signs of energy depletion, and there were marks on the opponent’s cloak.

"Indeed, very strong," the black-cloaked figure spoke, their voice magnetic, not bearing the heavy tone typical of Africans.

Li Yifei, however, was far from composed. The wind from the shadow had torn away his scant clothing strips, leaving him nearly naked. Fortunately, Wu Shuwei was distant, and faced with a male opponent, Li Yifei wasn’t too shy. He gave his wrist a shake, the True Qi Blade twirling in his grip, saying, "Your robe is quite impressive."

"If you win, I’ll give it to you."

"Though I’m without clothes, I won’t settle for a second-hand ragged robe, and who knows if it’ll be wearable after the fight."

"Your resistance to mental force is unexpectedly high."

"Enough nonsense, let’s fight."

Now was their true engagement, the earlier attack being a mere probe. Having slain Killing Star, the black-cloaked figure wasn’t underestimating the enemy. The probe revealed the adversary was more formidable than imagined.

Li Yifei noted that the black-cloaked person’s speed, strength, technique adaptability, and mental force were overpowering, much stronger than the previous foes, prompting him to proceed with caution. After exchanging twenty to thirty moves, Li Yifei began to falter.

Being injured, his opponent was in prime form, with more True Qi, reluctant to exhaust his Innate Vital Energy, wondering if extensive depletion was necessary for today’s battle.

The opponent’s pace was swift, much faster than anticipated, necessitating a strategy to avoid being passively beaten.

After a clash, Li Yifei stumbled back four or five steps, barely steadying himself, while the opponent retreated only three steps. Li Yifei clutched his chest, feeling a surge of blood and energy, his dantian nearly depleted. Even should he defeat the foe, if another appeared, he’d be at a loss, especially without firearms.

The opponent offered no respite, pressing forward with relentless attacks, prioritizing simplicity and decisive strikes, leaving Li Yifei few openings.

While not exceedingly strong, the opponent’s solid technique and minimal flaws, coupled with Li Yifei’s injuries and weakened True Qi, contributed to the predicament.

Regardless of the opponent’s actions, Li Yifei was frustrated, regretting not conserving his True Qi, which would have facilitated the situation. Thrown by the opponent, Li Yifei covered his chest, unable to suppress a mouthful of blood. The black-cloaked figure kicked where his injury lay, worsening the fractured bones.

Wu Shuwei, distant and unable to see Li Yifei bleed, saw him kicked away. Ignoring everything else, she ran over, clutching a piece of wood. As the black-cloaked figure advanced, Wu Shuwei hurled the wood, which unfortunately only flew a few meters before dropping.

Standing before Li Yifei, Wu Shuwei shouted at the black-cloaked figure, "Stop! I won’t let you harm him!"

"Move aside, I dislike killing women," the black-cloaked person said with disdain.

"No!" Wu Shuwei’s expression hardened, she opened her arms, blocking Li Yifei, not budging despite the terrifying aura of the black-cloaked figure.

"Very well, then I’ll kill you first." The black-cloaked figure extended a hand, reaching for Wu Shuwei.

Wu Shuwei remained still, not even blinking. She knew that blocking for Li Yifei for even a minute counted.

But as the hand reached, Li Yifei moved, jumping up to snatch Wu Shuwei, holding her close, while delivering a palm strike as Innate Vital Energy surged, forcing the black-cloaked figure back six or seven steps before stopping.

Li Yifei decided to use his True Qi first; survival was paramount. True Qi can be regained, but a lost life is irrecoverable.

With determination, Li Yifei delivered a resolute strike, setting Wu Shuwei down, lightly patting her buttocks with a slap that left Wu Shuwei dumbfounded, her eyes widened.