Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 2158 - 2221: Blood Blade

He can actually use the energy within his body to condense into a weapon? Or rather, transform it. Li Yifei’s eyes gleamed, feeling that this method was somewhat magical, using metals and other objects to act as conductors, enhancing the power of True Qi or enhancing the power of weapons with True Qi.

And the person in front of him could actually materialize the energy within them, turning it into a weapon. This was something that amazed Li Yifei; he had never even heard of it. He didn’t know if Murong Yuanqing and the others knew about it, but at least they hadn’t mentioned it.

Originally planning to deal the killing blow to solve the problem of General Lion, Li Yifei held back. After several hard confrontations, Li Yifei became even more interested. These two not-very-long Blood Blades, when slashing at his arm, could actually penetrate Li Yifei’s True Qi defense and cut several wounds into his arm.

Intriguing, instead, Li Yifei showed a smile.

Seeing Li Yifei smile, General Lion felt both angry and anxious inside. He also noticed that the opponent wasn’t using his full strength, seemingly toying with him, and was somewhat fearful. General Lion knew he wasn’t the strongest Witch Doctor, and at best could be considered second-rate. Compared to those top-level Witch Doctors, he was far behind. However, even with that level of strength, in this tribe, he was already considered top-notch. Those subordinates of his practically treated him as an embodiment of God, allowing him to quickly gather many followers.

Yet this Easterner was too formidable. General Lion had unleashed several ultimate moves, and the opponent didn’t even dodge; with just one hand, he endured all the attacks. Although his Blood Blade had managed to penetrate the opponent’s arm, General Lion wasn’t pleased at all. His Blood Blades were exceedingly sharp, honed after decades of practice, capable of slicing through ordinary flesh and bone, possibly even severing steel-reinforced concrete. Yet, when encountering this Easterner’s arm, it only slightly broke the skin without causing any further damage? Such a situation was baffling even to General Lion; not even his master could have explained it.

Li Yifei dusted off his clothes, glanced at the wound, revealed a set of white teeth, and said, "I’ll give you a chance; teach me this, and I won’t kill you."

"Haha, Easterner, you’re quite arrogant. But do you think these are my only tricks?" General Lion said, and without waiting for Li Yifei’s response, charged forward, merging the two Blood Blades into one longer one, which looked different from before.

"Oh wow, it can change shape." Li Yifei flicked his hand, and several steel nails flew out towards General Lion.

Seeing Li Yifei’s movement, General Lion immediately swung the extended Blood Blade in his hand. This Blood Blade could be understood as True Qi or energy; although not quite the same, essentially, they were the same—both were forms of energy. With a few swift cuts, he sliced the steel nails apart, originally intending to continue with a few more moves, but he noticed damage on the blade.

He could slice through steel bars and halve-meter-thick stone walls with his Blood Blade, even in its combined form, yet the opponent’s few nails managed to damage it. The nails were cut, but the Blood Blade dimmed. General Lion stood stunned, staring at the Blood Blade in his hand, his body trembled, and then suddenly the blade extinguished, the air filled with a red mist of blood, which General Lion forgot to absorb back into his body. This time, the condensation of the Blood Blade was equivalent to two years’ worth of cultivation storage for him, especially after the Blood Blade’s second condensation, meaning even if the opponent ceased further actions, he no longer had any fighting power.

How could this be? General Lion’s hands still held the sword-wielding posture, eyes filled with disbelief, fingers grasping at air. Suddenly he clutched his forehead, filled with agony.

Li Yifei withdrew his hand, folding it behind, standing a few meters away, his expression unchanged, or rather, remained unchanged the entire time; he was intrigued by the opponent’s transformations. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"How could it be, how could it be like this?" General Lion found it hard to believe; shaking his head, he suddenly felt the backlash happening within his body. He spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

He wasn’t dead, but severely injured. Li Yifei walked over, looking down at General Lion coldly, stating, "Now, I still offer you that choice. Hand over that thing, and you live; refuse, and you die."

On the ground, after spitting several mouthfuls of black blood, General Lion finally regained some clarity. He took out a bottle of red liquid and imbibed it, his complexion significantly restored, his otherwise dark face appeared somewhat decent. After about a minute, General Lion spoke, "I concede, I can’t defeat you. I can give you the thing."

"Is that all?" Li Yifei opened his hand, confining a cloud of blood mist. This was a very thin mist of blood, not from General Lion’s body, but Li Yifei’s own. To put it accurately, this blood mist derived from General Lion, inhaled into Li Yifei’s body, and it possessed potent toxicity. If it invaded the body, it would be extremely dangerous, yet for Li Yifei, even if the blood mist entered his body, he could easily disregard it and soon expel it.

The blood mist gathered in his hand, effortlessly blocking General Lion’s last chance. He originally thought he could ambush Li Yifei, but unexpectedly even the poison of the blood mist was expelled, leaving him in worse condition.

"I give up, I’ll give you the method to condense it." Realizing that the Huaxia person in front of him was truly formidable, General Lion no longer had the mind to resist. This feeling was one he hadn’t experienced in years, except at the beginning when he encountered defeats.

Li Yifei wanted to test whether he could also condense True Qi in a similar way, so if he ever engaged in combat without a handy weapon or when empty-handed, he could condense a weapon unexpectedly.

In a fistfight, having a weapon would definitely give an edge. Although Li Yifei now possessed the Mohist War Blade, he couldn’t carry it all the time, especially in modern society, where carrying a blade would feel strange.

This time General Lion didn’t play any tricks but obediently told Li Yifei the method. However, due to the language barrier, Li Yifei found it a bit difficult to understand.

Training techniques worldwide vary, but they all lead to the same goal, ultimately to enhance an individual’s strength to surpass the ordinary. Beyond that, it encounters the world on a higher level. Huaxia’s cultivational techniques consist of countless varieties; through the ages, innumerable people have practiced them, some lost, some created anew, each offering different paths. The Mohists, for instance, emphasize mechanical assistance, while also keeping up with their own cultivation, giving birth to weapons like the Mohist War Blade, Mohist War Sword, and the unseen Mohist War Bow. Historically, many strong practitioners emerge, the true Great Powers.

Abroad, there are different cultivation paths. For example, the Japanese Martial Saint Li Yifei once defeated, whose methods, though evil, are still a way. Japanese ninjas and Bushido also diverge; the former derives from the Five Elements and formations, while the latter combines inner and outer martial arts but has declined. In Southeast Asia, what is considered Evil Magic is seen by locals as traditional cultivation. Across the sea, the Holy Maiden practices methods originally from North American Indians, extended by the Holy War Organization, in some sense local orthodoxy.

The term ’Witch Doctor’ prevalent in Africa and Australia is just a general term, known worldwide. Li Yifei first learned of the peculiarity of African Wizards, thus not in a hurry to kill the opponent.

General Lion’s witchcraft is relatively simple. Li Yifei has his own techniques; abandoning them to learn Lion’s would be foolish, but he could mimic and at least learn the path of General Lion’s witchcraft and the method to simulate the Blood Blade.

It’s easier said than done; without specific techniques, Li Yifei wouldn’t fathom it.

"I didn’t expect it to be this method," Li Yifei understood, his face showing enlightenment; indeed, all roads lead to the same destination, different paths, similar direction.

Li Yifei closed his eyes, circulating his True Qi, splitting it into seven parts, operating through his hands, feet, head, heart, and a male part, seven locations in all. This process was slow; it was his first attempt. The seven strands of True Qi surged and finally gathered in front of his chest.

To draw a parallel, it’s like forming an aura some distance from his chest, expelling True Qi outside, allowing long-term retention. Of course, this ’long-term’ is relative; considering that True Qi can last only seconds, this method could condense it for minutes or longer, depending on skill and cultivation level.

Several meters away, General Lion, severely injured but not dead, couldn’t even think of attacking Li Yifei. At least for a few hours, he wouldn’t be able to move. So he watchfully witnessed Li Yifei condense a long, snow-white blade, longer than General Lion’s combined two blades. The crucial factor was the blade’s sharp aura, far surpassing his Blood Blade.

Amazing, so amazing. General Lion swore even his master couldn’t achieve this. With this condensed blade alone, this Easterner could rank among Africa’s top Witch Doctors.

But that wasn’t the end, as Li Yifei quickly condensed another blade identical to the first in length and size.

General Lion’s eyes widened, almost bulging out, filled with disbelief. How could it be possible? Condensing one blade of such size was remarkable enough, but how could there be another one?

This scene firmly convinced General Lion; it broke the limits of his imagination. How could one person condense two Blood Blades, even if they were white Blood Blades?

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