Li Yifei didn’t know the stakes the two elderly powerhouses behind the window were wagering, nor did he know how many people were inside the house. Out of respect, he didn’t even try to sense it.

Under the enormous banyan tree stood a man who looked ten or twenty years older than Li Yifei. He was quite ordinary-looking, not tall, nor particularly strong, and his face was plain with a bit of beard. He belonged to the type that could be easily overlooked in a crowd—nothing special, except for those sharp eyes filled with lethal intent.

Li Yifei chuckled softly, tilted his head slightly, and shifted his gaze to the villa. Although he hadn’t tried to probe, he knew that there were probably some people watching him and the man under the banyan tree through the window at this moment.

Thinking again, it was Murong Yuanqing who sent someone to bring him here. So if the man was provoking him, Murong Yuanqing would either come out to stop him, or... tacitly approve of the situation. Hence, when Li Yifei looked at the man provocatively standing under the banyan tree again, his gaze was no longer gentle.

Since it was tacitly approved, this duel was meant to happen.

So Li Yifei moved. The two had been looking at each other for two or three minutes without anyone making a move, but now Li Yifei suddenly stepped forward, walking towards the banyan tree, and the man.

The people in the villa watched Li Yifei’s movements. He looked over, then started walking towards the banyan tree. It seemed he just wanted to go over to avoid the rain. But... why would he choose to go under the tree to avoid the rain instead of going directly to the villa?

"He’s quite arrogant!" Elder Nan huffed softly. Murong Yuanqing sneered slightly, saying, "If you call that arrogance, Elder Nan, your experience is truly lacking."

"Hahaha, all I see is someone eagerly rushing to be humiliated!" Elder Nan laughed loudly.

What the people in the villa felt was unknown, but as for Li Yifei, he had already strolled to the banyan tree. Suddenly, a spring thunder cracked in the sky, a winding bolt of lightning streaked across, and a few seconds later, the thunder echoed loudly as if it were right beside him. Under the banyan tree, the area remained dry without a drop of rain. The space beneath the banyan tree was large, and the man stood in the middle of the clearing. Li Yifei wasn’t wet at all, but he didn’t want to stand on the edge. So when he walked under the tree, he paused slightly, just as he was about to speak, the man spoke first: "There’s already someone here under the tree."

Li Yifei smiled leisurely and said, "I know."

"And there can only be one person!" the man continued.

Li Yifei nodded again, saying, "I know that too."

"So if I were you, I’d turn around and leave, go back to where you came from," the man retorted with a sidelong glance at Li Yifei.

Li Yifei laughed heartily, shook his head, and said, "Unfortunately, you’re not me, so you don’t quite understand me."

"I think I understand you well, hehe, Li Yifei!" The man mentioned Li Yifei’s name. The latter was not surprised; it was entirely expected. The man was here putting him on the spot, so of course, he knew who Li Yifei was.

However, Li Yifei didn’t know who the man was. He looked the man up and down, and said, "So you think I should turn around and leave?"

The man nodded as if it were only natural, saying, "Of course."

"But what if I don’t leave?" Li Yifei asked.

"I said, if you were you, you’d leave. If you don’t, I have my ways to make you leave," the man replied.

Li Yifei suddenly said, "What’s your name?"

The man was clearly a bit surprised by this, his eyes flashing briefly with an unusual look, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "South!"

"South?" Li Yifei repeated, nodded, and said, "Nice name. Why did you come to the North?"

South, the man, was evidently bewildered by Li Yifei’s comment. What did he mean by South coming to the North? A few seconds later, he replied, "Quite witty, but unfortunately your martial arts are mediocre."

"You know my martial arts aren’t good?" Li Yifei asked,

"Ha ha, do you think you’re really strong?" Xiang Qian said.

Li Yifei suddenly didn’t want to argue with Xiang Qian anymore because he felt that the opponent’s level seemed not very high. Either he had practiced martial arts to the point of stupidity, or... he really wasn’t that great. In any case, Li Yifei didn’t want to test things further and thought it best to fight first and talk later.

How do you know what the opponent is all about if you don’t fight? As Li Yifei thought this, Xiang Qian seemed to be losing patience as well. Having been stumped by Li Yifei’s few words, Xiang Qian lost his patience.

As a martial artist, it’s easy to be impulsive, but to become a strong fighter, impulsivity must be controlled. But now, Xiang Qian suddenly lost his patience and said, "If you don’t come out, I’ll beat you out!"

While speaking, he threw a punch, his steps unfolding like a snake. This movement was quite unique; Li Yifei squinted to observe. When Xiang Qian was a few steps away, he threw his punch, and Li Yifei moved as well. His speed was not slower than the opponent’s. In this instant of exchanging blows, Li Yifei realized that Xiang Qian was very powerful, yet was similar only to the berserk Satan and Yao Lingfu and not crazily strong, just like Li Yifei himself was now!

Li Yifei’s lips curled up slightly, his expression calm as he threw out a single punch to collide with Xiang Qian’s punch. Just as the two fists were about to meet, Xiang Qian’s eyes flashed cunningly. His eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward again, suddenly releasing his grip and avoiding Li Yifei’s fist. Like a snake head to Li Yifei, it seemed to want to take a bite out of his chest, avoiding his fist.

If Xiang Qian touched him, Li Yifei would likely suffer some injuries, so in this instant, Li Yifei understood the opponent’s intention but did not try to dodge. Instead, he unleashed his True Qi with a sweeping move.

Feeling threatened, Xiang Qian was unwilling to let go just as he was about to succeed. He urgently changed his tactic to respond.

The people in the villa were all experts, and almost all were masters over a hundred years old — essentially refined beings. Despite being tens of meters away, they could see clearly when Li Yifei and Xiang Qian exchanged blows.

In a blink, more than ten moves passed, appearing as a draw, with Xiang Qian seemingly holding a slight advantage, hence Elder Nan’s gleeful expression. However, what he truly thought remained unknown. Murong Yuanqing, Yao Lingfu, and others familiar with Li Yifei knew that Li Yifei was certain to win this match, with almost no chance of losing. If he lost, he must have done so deliberately.

Humph, if he dared to purposely lose, let’s see how you clean up afterwards, Murong Yuanqing thought as he glanced at the Kui Bull Ornament in Yao Lingfu’s hand. Certainly, Li Yifei had no reason to deliberately lose to Xiang Qian.

Suddenly, lightning crashed, the sky illuminated, the spring rain startled by thunder, echoing above and below the earth, yet neither combatant showed any signs of letting up.

As Li Yifei had thought, Xiang Qian was skilled but not the top-notch expert; his determination was apparent as if he intended to bring Li Yifei down. In contrast, Li Yifei’s response seemed calm yet cautious.

With the thunder rolling, Xiang Qian suddenly leapt high, one palm striking toward Li Yifei. If this strike landed, Li Yifei would be in a daze for a while, given that his chest was exposed.

But was it really so? Li Yifei, seasoned from countless battles, would hardly leave his chest unguarded. So... all was his calculation. Seeing Xiang Qian airborne, though his palm carried great force, his feet lacked support, and his body wavered. Li Yifei twisted his body, launching a swift Dragon’s Tail kick.

Bang, a direct hit to Xiang Qian’s abdomen, the Dantian receiving a direct blow, sending Xiang Qian flying, nearly falling into the rain curtain. Even so, from this fall, Xiang Qian appeared somewhat embarrassed.

Yet Li Yifei held back, even as he kicked, he had restrained much force. Otherwise, if he exerted full force, Xiang Qian might have flown ten or twenty meters away. Since he didn’t know if Xiang Qian was a friend or foe, Li Yifei couldn’t kill him just because he provoked.

Li Yifei acted with restraint, especially now, as countless eyes in the villa were watching.

After the fall, Xiang Qian felt humiliated, slapped the ground heavily, his body spun twice in the air, landing on his feet, his face red as he charged again toward Li Yifei without a word.

Speaking of this Xiang Qian, he was among Elder Nan’s top disciples, one of the best. Since his training had completed, he had rarely faced opponents. Now, to be kicked away after just a few minutes was unprecedented in the last ten or twenty years.

In the villa, seeing his beloved disciple kicked away, Elder Nan couldn’t help but release his presence, exclaiming, "You shameless brat, using deceit!"

"Deceit, your granny’s deceit, Elder Nan, do you not want any face? Calling this deceit? All those moves you used in fights back then, should they not have died?" Murong Yuanqing immediately retorted.

Of course, Elder Nan knew this was not deceit; he paused for a few seconds and retracted his presence. The reason for his posturing was because... if his apprentice really lost, he would have to forfeit those two treasures to Murong Yuanqing, which was unacceptable.

Not that those two items were anything special, but it was humiliating. Moreover, Elder Nan was shocked — was Li Yifei truly that formidable? He knew his disciple’s capabilities; not unbeaten among the younger generation, yet definitely a top-notch expert. Yet under Li Yifei’s hand, after less than thirty rounds, he was kicked away?

Though unhurt, still... Elder Nan frowned, watching his apprentice charge back into the fight with Li Yifei.