Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 2010 - 2073: Plenty of People Want Me Dead

If Little Swallow hadn’t been elected as the Saintess, then the most likely candidate within the organization would have been her. Unfortunately, it’s all too late now; she could only be a maid, as she had missed her chance, which is why she harbors resentment towards the current Saintess. This resentment is buried deep within her heart, and she wouldn’t tell anyone, nor might it ever erupt in her lifetime. Yet she never expected that a moment would come when she could finally unleash it.

The man standing before her is someone she knows well: Golden Eagle, a member and former leader of Huaxia’s Flying Hawk Squad, who was dismissed due to mistakes and then went on to establish a small family, living a landlord-like life. Out of nowhere, he suddenly acquired enormous power like he had mutated overnight, and even now, the Holy War Organization has no idea how Li Yifei achieved this advancement.

To the maid’s eyes, Li Yifei isn’t particularly handsome, at least not comparable to some men in Europe and America. She has seen some of his data and similarly doesn’t find him particularly appealing, so she cannot understand why the Saintess chose him as her mind demon.

It was only after Li Yifei took down Satan that she gained some understanding; he truly is powerful. However, she still believes that if she were the one elected as the Saintess, she wouldn’t choose him as her mind demon.

"Nothing special!" The maid’s lips move slightly, as she utters a sentence in English. Li Yifei understands, his eyes squinting slightly. As she scrutinizes him, he returns the gaze, assessing her as well. She’s an expert, exuding a powerful aura, yet without engaging in combat, Li Yifei can’t ascertain her exact level.

Upon hearing this, Li Yifei lightly nods and responds, "It seems you have high standards."

"Heh, naturally," the maid says with a slightly disdainful expression.

"So, are you here to stop me?" Li Yifei turns around, placing his hands at his sides, raises an eyebrow, and speaks with a relaxed demeanor.

The maid lifts her eyelids at his words, glancing dismissively at Li Yifei, and says in a cold voice, "Golden Eagle, I really want to kill you."

Oh, quite the audacious sentiment, but unfortunately, there are many people who want to kill me in this world, what rank do you hold? A smile appears at the corner of Li Yifei’s mouth as he slowly shakes his head, saying, "You can keep thinking that way. If you actually kill me, even if no one else intervenes, your organization will eliminate you."

The maid’s expression freezes, with anger flashing in her eyes. She can’t kill Li Yifei; she’s only here to stop him from taking the child, as instructed by the organization. Despite being a highly skilled combatant within the organization, she cannot defy orders. Yet, upon seeing Li Yifei moments ago, she truly felt the urge to kill.

So, when provoked by Li Yifei’s words, her intent to kill resurfaces, enveloping her body with a palpable aura of murderous energy. As someone who has slain many deserving ones, Li Yifei immediately senses it—this woman has likely killed many.

Indeed, being a Saintess means she can’t personally kill many. Inevitably, someone like a maid must handle those deserving of death—that is indeed part of their role.

"Trying to stop me requires a killing intent, but no matter how intense, without strength, it’s futile. Oh, do you understand my words?" Upon finishing, Li Yifei clearly observes a tightening in the maid’s breathing.

Heh, nothing extraordinary. Li Yifei has already roughly gauged the maid’s level—indeed very strong, perhaps even surpassing the Saintess in killing techniques. Regarding cultivation, the two are also similar.

Yet, ultimately, it’s insufficient, as facing the Saintess now gives Li Yifei full confidence in defeating her, especially in a life-and-death battle.

Seeing the pride in Li Yifei’s eyes, the maid is alerted, quickly regaining her composure after realizing he’s baited her emotions so effortlessly. Discovering she’s likely fallen into Li Yifei’s trap leaves her both angry and infuriated, yet by force, she soon returns to normal—her eyes burning less, looking at Li Yifei instead with indifference, saying, "Your strategy is good, but unfortunately, I won’t fall for it."

"Oh? Is that so," Li Yifei chuckles lightly, grinding his foot as if stepping on something.

"What if I kill you?" The maid steadies further, questioning.

"Hahaha." Li Yifei laughs aloud, taking steps down the stairs. Unlike the heavy footsteps of a burly man that appear to crush the ground with each step, Li Yifei’s are normal, leaving no marks on the floor. Yet, for the four Holy War Organization members standing nearby, it feels like a hand has pierced their chests and clenched their hearts. Each step Li Yifei takes feels like it’s upon their chests, an indescribable sensation turning their faces pale, drenched in sweat, immobilized, unable to breathe.

Only now do they realize exactly how terrifying the person they faced is, realizing how ridiculous it was to think they could block Li Yifei before.

In just ten steps, for these four people, it felt like hours, no, even a day had passed. The sensation of having their lives in the hands of their opponent was truly dismal, an experience they would likely never forget, though it wouldn’t be a pleasant memory.

The maid’s expression grew increasingly grave. What Li Yifei displayed was something she considered herself capable of, yet she couldn’t be as effortless as him. Although it was only a few steps, with each step taken, she felt a tangible pressure bearing down upon her. Simultaneously, the maid sensed a killing intent from him, no weaker than her own. At that moment, memories of Li Yifei’s past exploits flashed through her mind.

Exhaling deeply, the maid composed herself entirely. Since Li Yifei had already stepped forward, it was impossible to resolve this peacefully. Of course, even if he had no intention of taking action, she wouldn’t miss this opportunity. Hidden in her heart was a secret thought: Why could the Saintess become the Saintess while she could only be a maid? Just one word, but the difference was worlds apart. If the Saintess were to kill Li Yifei, her status within the organization would be solidified, surpassing all the elders.

Why can she achieve this while I cannot? I’m determined to prove that I can too.

Thinking of this, as she looked again at Li Yifei, she was filled with confidence. She released her own imposing aura, pushing back against Li Yifei’s pressure and killing intent. Slowly, she returned it. Li Yifei gave a faint smile, tilted his chin up slightly, and said, "Make a move, don’t waste my time."

Just those words nearly made the maid lose her temper. Inside the organization, her status wasn’t considered low; many sought to spar with her, yet she wouldn’t engage. Now, Li Yifei was impatiently urging her...

"No hard feelings for life and death!" the Saintess said bitterly. Despite trying her best to suppress her emotions, her mood was inevitably affected. To prevent further deterioration, she made her move.

With just one opening move, Li Yifei noticed the difference between the Saintess and the maid. While the Saintess’ techniques were also extreme and peculiar, they were not the same. A layer of black aura seemed to coil around her hands, which gave Li Yifei a feeling that it represented death energy, suggesting a significant trouble if it contacted him.

The maid’s hands turned into claws, reaching for Li Yifei with cunning angles. Even just one move contained multiple variations, blocking Li Yifei’s attack route. The swirling black aura instilled a sense of dread.

The four people nearby finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the maid make a move, they felt a surge of hope once more, faces showing excitement. If their bodies weren’t so weak, they might’ve stood up to cheer.

Bam, in an instant, Li Yifei and the maid exchanged blows thrice. Each contact sent that swirling black aura rushing towards him, as if trying to erode Li Yifei.

Li Yifei felt that his True Qi clashing with the black aura would emit a sizzling sound, corroded by the dark energy, proving it had peculiar properties. This made Li Yifei slightly more cautious.

After accepting a few blows from the maid, Li Yifei shouted fiercely, "Take this punch!"

His fists danced, generating Astral Wind, creating an eye-blinding effect as he stepped forward, and then another step. These steps weren’t in a straight line; they held a profound knowledge within. Li Yifei’s all-out attack brought a great threat to the maid. She accepted a few hits head-on, realizing the black aura between her hands showed signs of dispersing.

This won’t do, as the black aura was her fundamental ability. The maid took a deep breath, causing the black aura to surge back. They once again engaged in battle. During their close encounter, the maid clawed at Li Yifei’s shoulder, while Li Yifei slightly bent his waist, following with a horizontal sweep.

The maid’s eyes widened in urgency. Li Yifei’s movement was swift, unlike the burly man who possessed brute strength but lacked dexterity. Li Yifei combined great strength with incredible speed, not slower than her by any means. She exerted power from her waist, twisting her body into an odd angle, narrowly avoiding Li Yifei’s sweep. Despite this, she could still feel a gust of Astral Wind brushing past her waist and abdomen, bringing a stinging sensation as if she had been punched.

If that punch landed, what would it feel like? The maid felt a slight shock as she seized the opportunity to widen some distance. However, Li Yifei gave her no such chance, following up swiftly after a missed hit. The maid cried out as the black aura surged forward, and Li Yifei also felt a chilling sensation from the touch.

But is this all? Li Yifei unleashed a Striking Fist, directly meeting the maid’s claws. The maid didn’t expect Li Yifei to dare take it head-on and felt a hint of joy, ready to scratch Li Yifei’s fist, though she knew his fists held their own mysteries.

"Screech..." a sound that made teeth clench was heard as the maid’s ten claws raked across Li Yifei’s fist, producing that sound, yet it didn’t inflict much harm on Li Yifei. Instead, she was struck back by Li Yifei.

The maid retreated two steps. After this brief encounter, she realized Li Yifei wasn’t just seemingly strong, not just sounding strong, but genuinely formidable when faced in reality. Yet, she wasn’t afraid now. Stepping back slightly, she murmured incantations, appearing to pray or chant some sacrificial text, her claws continuously rotating. The aura of black fumes surged, and soon Li Yifei noticed the maid’s aura had strengthened.