Whoosh!
A sharp sword aura shot straight towards Yoshida Moriichi’s forehead.
Yoshida Moriichi didn’t dare to confront it head-on, tapped his toes, and swiftly retreated ten metres, simultaneously ordering his ninjas, “Go, kill him.”
Upon hearing their master’s command, dozens of ninjas instantly surrounded Ye Qiu.
These ninjas were highly skilled, with over a dozen being elite special ninjas. Not only were they well-coordinated, but they were also masters of assassination, launching a storm of relentless attacks on Ye Qiu.
One special ninja, seizing a chance during the group assault, found an opening for a sneak attack and swiftly slashed at Ye Qiu’s head.
“Die, hahaha…”
The ninja laughed.
However, the next second, he sensed something was off, because he saw Ye Qiu smiling at him.
His head was struck by my blade, so how could he still be smiling?
Is this guy an idiot?
The ninja glanced at his blade, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Only then did he realise the blade hadn’t split Ye Qiu’s head.
How could this be?
As the ninja stood puzzled, Ye Qiu’s voice rang out, “What’s your name?”
Stunned by the shock, the ninja forgot the man before him was an enemy and blurted out, “Kameda Saburo.”
“Saburo, eh? I’ll give you one more chance. Try slashing me again,” Ye Qiu said with a smile.
Kameda Saburo snapped back to reality, retreated a few steps, leapt high, and slashed at Ye Qiu’s head again.
Clang!
Sparks flew.
The blade chipped in several places, yet it still didn’t split Ye Qiu’s head.
“Didn’t you eat? So weak,” Ye Qiu asked, grinning.
Kameda Saburo stared at Ye Qiu in horror, “Are you human or a ghost?”
The other ninjas, witnessing this, also stopped, finding it unbelievable.
How could a man’s head be so tough?
It defied human logic.
Utterly unscientific!
At that moment, Ye Qiu struck, smashing a fist into Kameda Saburo’s head.
Splat!
Kameda Saburo’s head exploded.
Ye Qiu darted forward, attacking the stunned ninjas.
One punch!
Two punches!
Three punches!
Bang, bang, bang,
The ninjas fell one by one into pools of blood. In less than ten minutes, they were all dead.
Then, Ye Qiu turned his gaze to Yoshida Moriichi.
Yoshida Moriichi instinctively stepped back, unable to believe that so many of his men hadn’t even scratched Ye Qiu.
Akiyama Nange and Qianshan Xue were equally shocked.
They reckoned that even together, they could take down these ninjas, but it would come at a heavy cost, likely severe injuries if not death.
Yet Ye Qiu looked relaxed, as if killing so many was as easy as slicing a watermelon.
“Now it’s just you. Make your move!”
Ye Qiu beckoned to Yoshida Moriichi, smiling brightly.
Yoshida Moriichi’s face darkened, his eyes fixed on Ye Qiu, but he didn’t move.
“What’s wrong? Still not moving? Your brother died by my hand, your son too. Won’t you avenge them?”
Ye Qiu said with a smile, “Come on, your enemy’s right here. If you don’t act, you’ll lose your chance.”
Yoshida Moriichi still stood motionless.
“Damn it, I told you to move, why aren’t you? Coward!” Ye Qiu cursed.
Coward?
He called me a coward?
Outrageous!
“Aargh…”
Yoshida Moriichi roared skyward in fury, shouting, “The vengeance for my son’s death is irreconcilable. I’ll kill you to avenge him.”
“Stop yapping and move!” Ye Qiu urged.
Yoshida Moriichi didn’t rush to act. Instead, he drew a dagger, bit it in his mouth, shook his feet, and discarded his wooden clogs.
Then, he tore his shirt apart, revealing a mass of flabby flesh.
Ye Qiu felt nauseated and said, “What are you doing? I told you to fight, not strip.”
“And no eight-pack abs? Who’re you stripping for?”
“Disgusting!”
Yoshida Moriichi ignored him, tearing his shirt into strips and tying one around his forehead.
His appearance resembled those colonels in war dramas who died by seppuku.
“Is he going to fight me to the death?”
Just as Ye Qiu thought this, he suddenly saw a chilling killing intent emanate from Yoshida Moriichi.
“Kid, dare to fight me?” Yoshida Moriichi bellowed.
Ye Qiu cursed impatiently, “Why so much nonsense? If you don’t move, I’ll send you to the underworld.”
Yoshida Moriichi drew his samurai sword, gripping the hilt with both hands, gazing at the blade with reverence, “This battle is for the honour of the Yoshida family.”
“The dignity of the Yoshida family will not be trampled by an outsider.”
“Yoshida Hawk, Yoshida Chuuni, your spirits in heaven must bless me.”
“Kill!”
With a fierce shout, Yoshida Moriichi charged at Ye Qiu like a wild horse, samurai sword in hand.
It was clear this time Yoshida Moriichi was going all out, unleashing the full strength of a master.
His figure flashed like lightning, and as he reached Ye Qiu, his sword slashed down rapidly.
Swish, swish, swish!
In one second, Yoshida Moriichi slashed seven times.
Smartly, he avoided direct confrontation with Ye Qiu. After the seven slashes, he darted behind Ye Qiu, slashing another seven times in a second.
At the same time, Yoshida Moriichi pushed his speed to the limit, creating afterimages around Ye Qiu.
Qianshan Xue recognised Yoshida Moriichi’s technique and was about to warn Ye Qiu, but Akiyama Nange spoke first.
“This is the Yoshida family’s secret Seven-Slash Technique, renowned for its speed. Ye Qiu, be careful.”
Qianshan Xue glanced at Akiyama Nange, noticing her eyes fixed on Ye Qiu, full of worry.
“This is the first time I’ve seen Master so nervous since meeting her.”
“Last time, Master said she’d go to China to kill Ye Qiu. Why’s she so worried about his safety now?”
“So strange!”
As Qianshan Xue pondered this, a loud crash rang out. She looked up to see Yoshida Moriichi sent flying by Ye Qiu’s punch.
Ye Qiu swiftly dashed forward, and as Yoshida Moriichi’s body hit the ground, he stomped on his chest.
Crack,
Splat!
His chest bones shattered.
Yoshida Moriichi spewed blood, his aura fading to its weakest. He stared at Ye Qiu in shock, “How, how did you break my Seven-Slash Technique?”
“No matter how fast your sword is, one punch shatters all. Yoshida Moriichi, die!” Ye Qiu raised his foot, aiming for Yoshida Moriichi’s throat.
Suddenly, a voice like muffled thunder roared:
“Stop!”
