Ye Qiu stood up.
He knew that if he didn’t act now, Master Longbrow would have to use his trump card to fight the young man.
Even if Master Longbrow could kill the young man, he’d be gravely injured.
That wasn’t the outcome Ye Qiu wanted.
After all, Master Longbrow was his friend.
Noticing Ye Qiu’s movement, the young man sneered, “If you’re looking to die, come at me. I don’t mind sending you on your way.”
Ye Qiu’s smile carried a chill. “Since you’re so cocky, let’s see how tough your fists really are.”
With that, Ye Qiu stepped forward, silently channeling his innate true qi.
Then, he unleashed a fierce punch.
“Boom!”
Ye Qiu’s fist streaked like a meteor, whipping up a ferocious roar, appearing instantly before the young man.
“Overestimating yourself.”
The young man didn’t take Ye Qiu seriously, as the punch seemed utterly ordinary, not even a trace of true qi visible.
“Bang!”
The young man countered with a punch of his own.
As their fists were about to collide, Ye Qiu’s fist suddenly blazed with golden light, as if forged from gold or shining like a sun.
“Dragon-Slaying Fist!”
Ye Qiu roared, a torrential force erupting from his fist, utterly terrifying.
In that moment, six streams of innate true qi surged from his fist, accompanied by a deafening dragon’s roar.
“Roar—”
Caught off guard, the young man couldn’t muster his full strength.
“Thud!”
Their fists clashed violently.
The young man felt as if his fist had been struck by a hammer weighing thousands of pounds. His hand split open, and his body flew backwards like a cannonball.
Boom!
His back slammed into the cave’s stone wall, blood spurting from his mouth as he plummeted to the ground.
Clang!
He landed heavily on his backside.
Ignoring the pain, the young man glared at Ye Qiu, his face dark, and demanded, “Who the hell are you?”
Ye Qiu replied coldly, “You’re not worthy to know.”
The young man’s face turned as black as a pot, his eyes boring into Ye Qiu as if he wanted to devour him.
“Damn it, letting this brat show off again.”
Nearby, Master Longbrow cursed under his breath, his face betraying unshakable shock.
He couldn’t fathom it. He’d cultivated nine streams of true qi but couldn’t withstand a single blow from the young man. Yet Ye Qiu, with only six streams of innate true qi, sent the young man flying with one punch?
“Why is the gap between innate and acquired true qi so vast?”
“This brat’s only got six streams of innate true qi, and his combat power is already this insane. If he cultivates a seventh, could he kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator?”
Thinking this, Master Longbrow looked at Ye Qiu with envy and jealousy.
“Heavens, tell me, we all have one nose and two eyes. Why can this brat cultivate innate true qi, but I can’t?”
“Just because he’s better-looking than me?”
“Hmph, Heavens, didn’t expect you to be so shallow, judging by faces.”
In the arena, Ye Qiu beckoned to the young man, shouting, “Come here and die.”
“Baka!” The young man, furious, yelled a phrase in Japanese, then drew the samurai sword at his waist.
Swish!
The blade unsheathed, its killing intent overwhelming.
“Switching from fists to a blade? Fine, I’ll play along.” Ye Qiu pulled the Emperor Sword from his Qiankun Bag.
Clang!
As Ye Qiu drew the Emperor Sword, an unmatched sharpness swept out, as if it could slice everything to pieces.
At that moment, Ye Qiu’s eyes turned razor-sharp, his body radiating an invincible aura.
The young man raised an eyebrow, then sneered, “Using a blade against me? I must say, you’re foolish.”
He didn’t take Ye Qiu seriously.
Bare-handed, he might not match Ye Qiu, but with a blade, he believed he wouldn’t lose.
In the Umekawa family, only his master could best him with a blade.
“I started practicing the sword at three, mastered dozens of peerless techniques by six, and by nine, I was unmatched among my family’s younger generation. As for you, you’ll soon be a ghost under my blade.”
With that, the young man’s combat power surged, as if he could slaughter a thousand with one swing.
“Stop yapping and come die,” Ye Qiu barked.
Provoked repeatedly by Ye Qiu’s words, the young man’s rage boiled over.
“A mere ant dares to act big in front of me? You’re not worth my pity.”
No more words. The young man slashed at Ye Qiu, his blade fierce and domineering.
To Ye Qiu, the strike was both ordinary and extraordinary.
Ordinary, because it lacked flashy moves—just a simple, clean cut.
Extraordinary, because despite its simplicity, it cut off Ye Qiu’s retreat, leaving him no escape, completely locked by the blade’s momentum.
“This guy’s not simple.”
Ye Qiu was quietly impressed.
Among those he knew, Ye Wudi was a blade master, but against this strike, Ye Wudi would be dead.
The young man’s talent with the blade was terrifying.
Ye Qiu pondered which move to counter with.
The Grass Sword Technique?
Or the Peerless Sword Art?
After a moment’s hesitation, Ye Qiu decided. He held the Emperor Sword across his chest, pouring power into it, then swept it out.
This move used no sword technique.
It was full of flaws.
The young man mocked, “With such mediocre skill, you dare challenge me? You’re done.”
“Am I?”
Ye Qiu gave a faint smile. The Emperor Sword, like an iron rod in his hand, swung toward the young man.
Instantly, a wild force erupted, like rocks crashing through the void.
The young man’s expression changed. He felt as if a massive mountain was bearing down on him.
“No matter how skilled your blade work, I’ll smash it with one sword.”
“I believe in absolute power, all techniques are paper tigers.”
“As they say, one force breaks ten thousand methods.”
Boom!
Ye Qiu’s sword struck. The young man’s samurai sword flew from his hand, and the remaining force sent him staggering back twenty steps, spitting blood.
“Damn, that’s insane,” Master Longbrow exclaimed.
Xiao Zhan’s heart surged with awe, saying, “Boss is too strong. He’s not human.”
The young man, eyes wide with shock, hadn’t expected to be repelled by one strike.
“Who are you?” he asked again.
Ye Qiu, full of pride, said, “I told you, you’re not worthy to know my name.”
“But if you must know, you can call me…”
“The Dragon’s Heir!”
