The Dragon’s Heir?
The young man’s face turned ashen.
Why not just say you’re a descendant of Yanhuang?
He pulled a dark pill from his pocket and swallowed it, regulating his injuries while glaring at Ye Qiu. “I was careless earlier, which gave you the chance to get the upper hand.”
“Once I’ve healed, I’ll fight you properly.”
“Your country claims to be a land of propriety, and you all call yourselves gentlemen. You wouldn’t attack while I’m healing, would you?”
The young man was clever.
By invoking propriety and gentlemanly conduct, he hoped to buy time to recover.
Ye Qiu said, “You’re right. Our country has always been a land of propriety, and we Chinese are indeed gentlemen.”
The young man’s heart lifted, but Ye Qiu’s tone shifted.
“But, with over a billion Chinese, it’s normal for a few to not be gentlemen, isn’t it?”
The young man’s expression changed. “What do you mean?”
Ye Qiu grinned. “I mean, I’m not giving you time to heal.”
“Even if you recovered, I wouldn’t fear you, but I’m not that stupid.”
“There’s an old saying: strike while your enemy is weak.”
“So, prepare to die!”
With that, Ye Qiu charged at the young man, Emperor Sword in hand.
Let you recover and fight me properly?
Dream on.
I’m not an idiot.
Especially against a little Japanese punk.
The thought of the heinous crimes committed by his people and the 300,000 souls of Nanjing fueled Ye Qiu’s desire to wipe out every man from that nation. As for their women…
Heh…
“Die!”
Ye Qiu roared, wielding the Emperor Sword like a club, smashing it toward the young man.
He used ninety percent of his strength.
Since mastering the Nine-Turn Dragon Art and breaking through to six streams of innate true qi, Ye Qiu’s full strength reached tens of thousands of pounds.
This strike was staggering.
As the Emperor Sword swung, its force clashed with the air, crackling like firecrackers.
The power was terrifying.
Ye Qiu didn’t use sword techniques, aiming to crush the young man outright.
“You bastard, no martial ethics!”
Seeing Ye Qiu’s move, the young man’s face paled.
His injuries hadn’t healed, and his combat strength was diminished. Fighting now was disadvantageous.
But he had no choice.
Ye Qiu gave no quarter, intent on killing him. The young man had to fight.
Sensing the immense power in the Emperor Sword, he didn’t dare meet it head-on. He crossed his fists at his chest, muttering an incantation.
Swish!
The next second, the young man vanished, leaving a puff of green smoke.
Just then, the Emperor Sword struck.
Boom!
It hit empty air.
“Ninjutsu!”
Ye Qiu recognized the trick, scanning the area. The young man reappeared ten meters away, picking up his samurai sword.
“Kill!”
Gripping the sword, the young man roared and charged at Ye Qiu.
The blade flashed like lightning.
“Bring it on.”
Ye Qiu swung the Emperor Sword again, smashing forward.
As sword and blade were about to clash, the young man used ninjutsu again, retreating.
“Coward,” Ye Qiu taunted.
The young man, unfazed, stood twenty meters away, silently swinging his samurai sword.
Horizontal slashes, vertical cuts…
His speed increased.
“What’s this guy doing?” Ye Qiu wondered.
Seconds later, Ye Qiu’s expression shifted.
Though the young man swung alone, his aura surged, his spirit and energy rapidly condensing.
A dangerous vibe emanated from him.
“His sword technique is a secret art that boosts combat power.”
Ye Qiu noticed the young man’s strength doubled in just ten seconds.
It surpassed even his pre-injury power.
Ye Qiu raised the Emperor Sword.
He aimed to take the young man down before his strength peaked.
But then, ten streams of true qi erupted from the young man.
Buzz!
Ten streams floated behind him, each glowing faintly, their aura overwhelming.
Master Longbrow cursed at the sight. “No wonder I couldn’t beat him. This guy’s cultivated ten streams of true qi.”
“Damn it, ten streams and he picks on an old man. Shameless.”
“Brat, get him!”
Xiao Zhan’s face grew grave.
Earlier, Ye Qiu had suppressed the young man because he hadn’t gone all out.
Now, holding nothing back, the young man clearly aimed to turn the tables and kill Ye Qiu.
“Senior, can Boss beat that little Japanese punk?” Xiao Zhan whispered.
Master Longbrow said, “Kid, get ready.”
Xiao Zhan asked, “To jump in?”
Master Longbrow shook his head. “No, to run.”
Xiao Zhan’s face darkened.
“Senior, are you even human? Boss is fighting him for you, and you want to bail? Where’s your conscience?”
Master Longbrow scoffed, “Conscience? Is it worth more than my life?”
Xiao Zhan: “…”
In the arena, the young man’s aura kept surging.
Suddenly, the ten streams of true qi enveloped his samurai sword.
Instantly, the blade seemed like an ancient divine weapon, radiating unmatched sharpness.
“Kill!”
The young man leapt, gripping the sword with both hands, slashing at Ye Qiu from above.
Boom!
The blade’s light was like a landslide or tsunami, dazzling and brilliant.
Utterly terrifying.
This strike carried the momentum to slaughter all living things, filled with unparalleled power. Anyone witnessing it would feel their heart race and soul tremble.
“Forcing me to use my strongest trump card, you’re impressive. But you’re about to leave this world forever,” the young man boasted arrogantly.
He was confident in this strike.
It gathered all his strength, enhanced by ten streams of true qi wrapped around the blade, meant to deliver a fatal blow to Ye Qiu.
Having lost to Ye Qiu twice and denied time to heal, the young man’s situation was dire if he didn’t end this now.
Thus, he unleashed his ultimate strike.
The blade surged forward, unstoppable, invincible.
Facing the oncoming blade, Ye Qiu felt his hair stand on end, his heart nearly splitting.
The strike wasn’t just terrifying in force; it carried an immense killing intent.
That intent could shake one’s resolve.
“No wonder a tiny nation once dreamed of conquering the world. They can’t be underestimated.”
