Super Invincible Battleship - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Chapter 35 Mutual Defeat

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As Yan Fei walked towards Zhang Baocheng, a sturdy young man stood out, blocked Yan Fei’s path, and said with a fist-clasped salute, “This brother here, I am Sun Li from the Cangzhou Sun Family, the eldest son of Sun Tie. May I ask if you could do me the honor of sparing Mr. Zhang’s life?”

Watching the pride on Sun Li’s face as he introduced himself, Yan Fei felt a stir in his heart. This Cangzhou Sun Family must be the legendary martial arts household. He could tell that Sun Li was formidable, and although he didn’t know exactly what made Sun Li so, he was sure that he was not one to be trifled with. If Sun Li was this formidable, then the Cangzhou Sun Family standing behind him was definitely even more so.

If it were any other time, Yan Fei would naturally give Sun Li face, as he had no desire to unwittingly provoke such a martial arts family. Once you kill the minor member, the senior ones come after you immediately, and the trouble would be endless. But now Yan Fei needed to keep his secret safe; he had to kill Zhang Baocheng and the Marquis tonight, so naturally, he wouldn’t give face to Sun Li.

Yan Fei shook his head and said, “I must kill them today, and if you intend to stop me, then we are enemies, and it is a fight to the death. No matter if it’s the Sun Family or any other family, no one can save the lives of these two men.”

Sun Li’s complexion changed, not expecting his name to be of no use and feeling his dignity affronted. He took a step back, extended his right hand, assumed a starting pose, and said, “In that case, I will have to offend.”

Yan Fei appeared composed on the surface but was inwardly anxious. With Sun Li blocking his way to Zhang Baocheng and the Marquis, and so many thugs below the building, those thugs had been caught off guard by his previous attack, allowing him to barge in. If they came to their senses and pulled out firearms like pistols, his situation would become troublesome. The henchmen who had attempted to ambush him all had pistols; Yan Fei did not believe that the Marquis’ stronghold would be without such powerful weapons.

If Yan Fei couldn’t quickly take care of the Marquis and Zhang Baocheng today, then his identity as the drone master would undoubtedly be exposed. The Drone had killed too many people under his control, already disrupting social order, and was sure to attract national attention. At that point, he would not only face the nation’s pursuit, but also the relentless assassination from the organization behind Zhang Baocheng, leading to his life on the run.

Sun Li, who was blocking Yan Fei, seemed to be quite capable, and even in a life-and-death struggle, Yan Fei wasn’t sure he could defeat him. Moreover, Sun Li didn’t need to engage Yan Fei in a life-and-death fight; he just needed to delay him until the Marquis’ men arrived with their powerful weapons, and Yan Fei would be finished, as after all, he was no deity and couldn’t block bullets. His Drone Avatar was still en route to Shanghai, at least thirty minutes away, and right now, the only thing he could rely on was himself, but what should he do?

Yan Fei rapidly considered various strategies in his mind. According to Huang Mao’s confession, the only people who knew Yan Fei was the man behind the drone were the Marquis and Zhang Baocheng. To keep it secret, there was a high chance that they hadn’t disclosed this information, meaning that if he killed the Marquis and Zhang Baocheng now, he could continue to conceal his identity.

Since Sun Li didn’t engage him head-on, correspondingly, Yan Fei didn’t have to clash to the death with Sun Li, so all he had to do was bypass Sun Li and kill the Marquis and Zhang Baocheng.

Sun Li, facing the masked man, felt a sense of trepidation in his heart. He had always been confident in his strength, but the man before him was clearly no simple adversary; the aura alone emanating from him indicated that he was not to be underestimated, his strength possibly even greater than Sun Li’s own. Yet with an obligation entrusted to him, he had to complete the task at hand and couldn’t just retreat.

Yan Fei locked eyes with Sun Li then suddenly charged at him, aiming a punch at Sun Li’s face. Sun Li dodged to the side and kicked at Yan Fei’s chest. Yan Fei then surged forward abruptly, striking his own chest against Sun Li’s leg. Yan Fei took a heavy blow to the chest, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, spraying through the mask’s openings directly onto Sun Li’s face, causing his vision to blur.

Startled, Sun Li prepared to back away, only to catch sight of Yan Fei’s fist swinging at an angle, brutally hitting his temple. Sun Li, struck hard, staggered back, stars bursting in his vision, and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up again.

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The exchange between the two was an instant affair, resulting in mutual injury. Yan Fei had been kicked in the chest, and Sun Li had suffered even more, struck in the critical point of the temple.

Yan Fei, self-taught, had received guidance from Wang Yong, but his kung fu was honed through practice and real combat; his footwork surely couldn’t compare with Sun Li’s. Moreover, he had a disadvantage; time was precious to him, and he couldn’t afford any waste, so he had to fight swiftly and decisively.

To achieve a swift resolution, Yan Fei had no choice but to employ a tactic that would injure both himself and his opponent. Through precise calculation, he traded his injury for Sun Li’s loss of combat power. Sun Li, in his life, had never encountered such a method of combat, and caught unawares, was promptly knocked down by Yan Fei.

Although Yan Fei had been struck hard in the chest, his body was robust; his injury was healing rapidly, and thus it wasn’t as severe as it appeared, and he still had the ability to move. He glanced briefly at Sun Li lying on the ground and hesitated for a moment but chose not to continue attacking him.

Yan Fei endured the pain in his chest, bypassed Sun Li, and charged towards the Marquis and Zhang Baocheng, who were stunned by the turn of events. They had thought that with Sun Li present, they would have been able to fend off Yan Fei for a while, allowing them to escape and rally their men outside with pistols for a comeback. But to their astonishment, Sun Li had fallen at the first encounter, and the masked man before them still had the capacity to move.

Seeing Yan Fei rushing over, the Marquis and Zhang Baocheng were terrified, their nerves shattered. They shouted and ran in opposite directions. Having lived in luxury for so many years, they had become accustomed to an easy life and had long lost the courage and agility of their younger days; they dared not engage Yan Fei in combat.

Just with a stride, Yan Fei caught up to the Marquis. With a backhanded palm, he viciously struck the Marquis’s back, eliciting a scream of agony from the latter as a large mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, mingled with shattered internal organs. The Marquis was sent flying, brutally slamming into the wall. Before the Marquis’s body could slide down, Yan Fei stepped forward again, fiercely kicking the Marquis’s neck. His bones emitted a crisp snap, and, incredibly, his entire head twisted to one side—a sign that his spine had been kicked clean through.

The Marquis’s head was now twisted to the side, his eyes filled with disbelief. He had not expected to be killed in such a manner. Unwilling to accept his fate, he thought of the beautiful life he had yet to enjoy. How could he just die like this?

Yan Fei withdrew his foot, and the Marquis slowly collapsed to the ground, his eyes void of life, thoroughly dead.

Zhang Baocheng had managed only a few steps before witnessing the Marquis instantly killed. Seeing Yan Fei coming after him, terror seized his soul, and he found himself unable to take another step.

Yan Fei was about to catch up and finish off Zhang Baocheng when Sun Li, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sprang up and clutched Yan Fei’s neck, pulling him down to the ground with a strong yank. It turned out that although Sun Li had been struck in a vital area by Yan Fei, his family’s profound knowledge included a technique to quickly replenish his energy, allowing him to regain a small portion of his mobility rather swiftly. He then seized the opportune moment when Yan Fei’s back was exposed while pursuing Zhang Baocheng and launched a surprise attack, succeeding in gripping Yan Fei’s neck.

Caught off guard, Yan Fei was pressed to the floor by Sun Li. As he struggled fiercely, Sun Li exerted all his effort to subdue him, and the two rolled around tumultuously, knocking over the contents of the room and leaving chaos in their wake.

Zhang Baocheng, having narrowly escaped death, internally rejoiced at his luck. Watching Yan Fei pinned down by Sun Li, he felt an after-shock of fear but didn’t dare approach to attack, quickly fleeing the room to save his own life.

As Yan Fei saw Zhang Baocheng escaping, anxiety flooded him, and the struggle with Sun Li aggravated his previous internal injury, causing him to cough up another mouthful of fresh blood. Sun Li dared not let go, fearing Yan Fei would escape if he did.

However, Yan Fei’s body had been transformed by a mysterious power and was now eight times stronger than before. Having reached this level of strength, some secret abilities began to awaken. As Yan Fei spat out the blood, the slowly depleting strength inside his body began to rapidly replenish.

Initially overwhelmed, Yan Fei, with Sun Li pressing down on him from behind, suddenly mustered his strength and astonishingly rose to his feet. Sun Li, hanging on his back, tightened his grip in shock, locking both hands around Yan Fei’s neck and clamping his legs around Yan Fei’s, rendering him immobile.

Yan Fei roared, then suddenly slammed backward, crashing into the wall with great force. Sun Li took the brunt of the impact, his bones nearly scattered by the collision, and his grip weakened substantially.

Seeing Sun Li’s grip on his neck weaken, Yan Fei rejoiced, planning to crash into the wall again, but then he felt Sun Li’s strength augment, restraining his movements. Roaring once more, Yan Fei turned around, using Sun Li as a weapon to smash through the wall of the room and emerge into the hallway. Then he leaped high and plunged toward the ground floor. Mid-fall, Yan Fei twisted, positioning Sun Li underneath him.

With a thunderous crash, Yan Fei slammed heavily onto the ground. The terrifying impact fractured Sun Li’s bones, his strength rapidly ebbing as he was forced to release his hold on Yan Fei’s neck. Even though Sun Li had cushioned his fall, Yan Fei too was in considerable pain from the powerful impact. However, his physical conditioning was clearly much better than Sun Li’s. In just a breath’s time, he had recovered.

Yan Fei got up, only to see that he was surrounded by armed thugs. These thugs, already cowed by Yan Fei’s earlier feats, were too terrified to approach even though they saw he was injured. Plus, with the leaders outside dead, the Marquis gone, and Zhang Baocheng fled, they lacked any command and were no more than a motley crew.

Now witnessing Yan Fei stand, someone suddenly shouted, throwing down their weapon and turning to flee. This behavior spurred the rest, who also discarded their weapons and ran off in all directions. Several with pistols, ready to charge out from an adjacent room, exchanged glances and, seeing the others fleeing, likewise dropped their firearms and escaped.

Yan Fei’s initial intent was not to deal with these minions. Watching them flee, he chose not to pursue. Just as he was about to continue the chase for Zhang Baocheng, he noticed Sun Li once again gripping his pant leg, trying to rise.

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