Chapter 2611 - 2675: Provocation
Laxman seemed very young, probably not over forty. His aura was calm and prolonged. Li Yifei walked up to him, casually moved a chair and sat down.
Seeing Li Yifei’s actions, Laxman laughed, sizing Li Yifei up. Once Li Yifei sat down, Laxman said, "Do you know who I am?"
"Of course I do, that’s why I came to find you," Li Yifei replied lightly. He had assumed Laxman was Indian or at least looked Indian, but was surprised to see a Huaxia face, quite different from the Indian appearance.
"Quite audacious." Laxman seemed to be praising, but in fact, it was derogatory.
Li Yifei shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "I’ll take it as a compliment."
"Hahaha!" Laxman laughed loudly, seeming not to care about Li Yifei at all. He casually cast his fishing rod, but unlike before, this time the rod fell without quickly catching any fish as no fish took the bait.
He sat between two fish ponds, casting towards the left to catch fish and then throwing them into the right pond. After emptying the left pond, he’d fish from the right to the left, repeating these actions many times. Although it wasn’t guaranteed to catch every fish, fish usually took the bait.
This was his method of cultivation, nurturing his temperament through fishing. If he maintained a peaceful mindset, he could attract fish to bite using special techniques, ensuring the fish would bite.
Witnessing this unusual scene, a normally indifferent Laxman felt a jolt in his heart, realizing the person beside him was not simple, not merely bold, Laxman thought to himself.
The two had already engaged in a silent battle, with Li Yifei exerting his presence to suppress Laxman, preventing him from fishing. The fish in the pond swam frantically, sensing an invisible force.
Laxman squinted slightly, and a frown appeared on his brow. He hadn’t felt such provocation in ages, especially one that began immediately upon arrival. Feeling displeased, Laxman gripped his fishing rod and exerted hidden strength, hoping to overpower Li Yifei with his own presence.
Their confrontation was palpable, with distant guards feeling the immense pressure, or more accurately, two immense pressures. One felt like a mountain pressing down, weighing heavily upon them, ready to knock them over at any moment.
Meanwhile, the other force felt destructive, like an energy pulling from within them, with countless hands clawing at their abdomen.
Terrifying indeed, the guards had no choice but to retreat repeatedly, soon disappearing from view.
At the center of the scene, Li Yifei’s expression remained calm, as if nothing was happening. His eyes watched the fish in the pond, which had swum as far as possible to the opposite corner, yet could go no further.
Li Yifei seemed lost in thought, while Laxman clutched his fishing rod, the fish in the pond cornered, naturally unable to bite his baitless line, thus Laxman lost this round.
He didn’t admit defeat, instead he turned around, stared sharply at Li Yifei like an Indian tiger ready to pounce and rip Li Yifei apart. Just earlier Laxman was merely displeased, now he was angry.
A seemingly unknown individual had emerged to provoke him in such a manner, or rather, deliver a warning to him. Laxman’s character became roused, and he snorted heavily without speaking, unleashing his full presence.
Li Yifei looked at Laxman and shook his head, not speaking, yet it seemed as though he was saying, "You’re too weak like this!"
Too weak? Laxman felt gravely provoked, his nostrils flaring with rough breaths, his aura instantly surged. Their invisible conflict spread over a hundred meters, like an explosion of an invisible bomb.
But the effect... Laxman sat on a chair that suddenly made an unpleasant sound, as chair legs scraped against the floor, emitting a sharp noise. He was forced to move five or six meters away before finally stopping.
As for Li Yifei, he merely rested his hands on his knees, thus the chair beneath him remained stable as ever.
Their confrontation using invisible forces proved one moved five or six meters, while the other remained steady as a mountain, clearly showcasing who was superior. The scene fell silent, Laxman suddenly stood up, fists clenched, his aura rose sharply, and Li Yifei’s eyelids lifted, looking at him.
"Crack!" A faint sound came, the chair beneath Laxman’s bottom suddenly fractured, leaving no part intact, eventually collapsing into fragments. Earlier he protected the chair, preventing damage, but upon leaving it, the chair couldn’t withstand and broke apart.
The aura Laxman had just gathered nearly dissipated, causing him to glance downward, scrambling within. This unknown black-robed man’s cultivation was incredibly strong, how was this possible? This initial act of warning had already intimidated Laxman.
Laxman pondered for a moment and then said, "What do you want to do?"
Li Yifei looked at Laxman and smiled, "I came to find you, I already said that."
Came to find me... Laxman thought to himself, isn’t that obvious? In a few breaths, Laxman calmed himself down, reminding himself that he had seen much and couldn’t lose his composure. Even if the opponent was stronger, they hadn’t tried to fight to the death right away, so it wasn’t dangerous.
He said in a deep voice, "I’m right here, and we’ve already sparred. State your purpose. If it’s business, this isn’t a good way to talk. If you’re here to start trouble, I’m not afraid, and if a real fight breaks out, who knows who will win or lose."
Li Yifei chuckled, "You are straightforward enough. Alright, I came to ask you some things, and I hope you can cooperate."
"Why should I cooperate with you?" Laxman immediately retorted upon hearing this.
Li Yifei exhaled and said, "I have plenty of time, but I don’t want to waste it on you. Just one word, will you talk or not?"
"What if I refuse?" Laxman raised his chin.
This guy won’t give in without a fight. Li Yifei’s smile faded. True Qi rotated in his Dantian, mobilizing his entire body. If words won’t work, then a fight will.
As Li Yifei gathered his strength, Laxman knew it was bad. He had truly met a difficult opponent this time. Laxman had been undefeated for years, even Master Kase couldn’t do anything to him. Used to being proud, being provoked repeatedly now truly angered him. Seeing Li Yifei this way, Laxman said, "Then let’s fight, no way I can be content without one!"
This time, Li Yifei couldn’t even be bothered to talk. He clenched his fist and charged straight at him. Laxman immediately assumed a bizarre defensive stance, one hand as a fist, the other as a palm. Li Yifei vaguely seemed to see something like a Tai Chi pattern appear, but upon closer inspection, it was not the Tai Chi pattern, just something similar.
But so what, trying to block me? Li Yifei gathered his True Qi and launched both fists forward, striking directly at Laxman’s defense. The Tai Chi-like pattern vibrated violently. Laxman’s face slightly changed color, then he let out a muffled groan, pushed hard with both hands, forcing Li Yifei back two steps. But Li Yifei immediately gathered strength from his feet and charged again.
Laxman’s face was flushed. It had been a long time since he had encountered such an opponent. The people he usually dealt with were easily handled. Well, except for last year, this was the second time in a short period, so Laxman went berserk. He didn’t conserve his energy, aiming to quickly resolve Li Yifei.
The True Qi spread, the energy waves radiated, Laxman was also a cultivator. Even without weapons, their fight was earth-shattering. Li Yifei himself hadn’t faced a worthy opponent for some time, making this battle equally exhilarating.
With a shout of effort, Li Yifei fought with large sweeping motions, his fists moving like the wind, leaving countless afterimages. After resisting for two minutes, Laxman realized that continuing like this would only result in his defeat. He used his agility to evade the battle and rushed into the room.
Of course, Li Yifei wouldn’t let him escape. He swiftly pursued Laxman, watching as he crashed through glass and jumped inside, quickly finding a long sword. It was clear it wasn’t an ordinary weapon. Once he gripped the sword, it emanated a burst of light, dazzling the eyes.
"Using a weapon now?" Li Yifei stopped. Since the opponent wasn’t running, he didn’t need to chase too closely.
Laxman gripped the long sword, seeing his opponent unarmed, felt a bit smug. He might not win in hand-to-hand combat, but in swordplay... Laxman believed himself unparalleled. If he lost without his opponent having a weapon, he wouldn’t deserve to live.
"What a pity you don’t have a weapon, haha, don’t expect me to go easy on you," Laxman laughed loudly, swinging his sword. The sword light flickered, and from its trajectory, Li Yifei could judge that Laxman’s swordsmanship was decent, at least quite skilled, and his use of the sword was deep.
However, unfortunately, he was facing Li Yifei. Playing with swords... Although Li Yifei couldn’t claim to be the best, he had been immersed in it for many years, and his cultivation level was unfathomably high, strengthening his sword technique even more. Nowadays, even Murong Yuanqing and others wouldn’t dare to easily challenge him when he wielded a sword.
Now seeing Laxman facing him with a sword, Li Yifei lightly smiled, showing disdain, which fueled Laxman’s anger. He scoffed and said, "What makes you so disdainful? Even if your cultivation is higher, you have no weapon! So how can you be disdainful?"
Li Yifei nodded upon hearing this, "You do have a point."
"Hahaha..."
"But it’s only somewhat of a point. Does having a weapon decide everything? Moreover..." Li Yifei paused, giving a sinister smile, before continuing, "Who said I didn’t have a weapon?"
"You have a weapon? Haha, how’s that possible? Unless you were hiding it... um, how’s it possible! Where did your weapon come from?" Laxman’s smile froze as he indeed saw a weapon appear in Li Yifei’s hand.