Ye Qiu held the sword in his hand, walking toward Yoshida Chūji while saying:
“I’ve never had any good feelings toward little devils.”
“Today, I’ll start by slaughtering you.”
“Then I’ll head to Amaterasu Shrine and take out your brother and that so-called martial god nonsense.”
Yoshida Chūji’s expression grew heavy.
From the way Ye Qiu dispatched the three ninjas, he could already tell Ye Qiu’s skills were formidable.
Yoshida Chūji was starting to regret it.
If he’d known Ye Qiu was this strong, he wouldn’t have shown himself earlier. He would’ve waited until Ye Qiu and Qiushan Nange parted ways before making a move on her.
That way, Qiushan Nange would’ve been a guaranteed kill.
But now, not only had he lost three subordinates, he’d failed to kill Qiushan Nange and had provoked a powerful Ye Qiu, putting himself in a dangerous spot.
At this point, there was no turning back.
He had no choice but to fight.
Looking at Ye Qiu, a trace of mockery appeared on Yoshida Chūji’s stern face: “I’ll admit, it’s surprising that Hua Country has a young expert like you.”
“But that changes nothing.”
“If I were you, I’d leave this place immediately. Otherwise, both you and Qiushan Nange will die.”
Yoshida Chūji deliberately bluffed, hoping to scare Ye Qiu off.
But he miscalculated.
Though young, Ye Qiu had faced life-and-death crises multiple times, so Yoshida Chūji’s threats meant nothing to him.
“Facing death and still spouting nonsense? You must be tired of living!”
“In that case, I’ll be a good guy and send you on your way!”
With those words, Ye Qiu stomped his right foot hard on the ground, launching himself into the air.
He wielded the sword with his right hand, swinging it fluidly.
In an instant, a terrifying aura erupted from Ye Qiu, as if he himself had become an invincible blade capable of cutting through anything in the world.
“What kind of swordsmanship is this?”
“How is it so terrifying?”
“It feels even more fearsome than Ye Wushuang’s swordsmanship from over twenty years ago.”
Qiushan Nange stood not far away, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.
She wasn’t just a martial grandmaster of Great East—she was also a master of the sword. The moment Ye Qiu swung his blade, she could tell his technique was unprecedentedly powerful.
“That little punk’s got some conscience after all. He didn’t use this move on me earlier, or I’d never let it go, hmph~”
Qiushan Nange suddenly recalled Ye Qiu’s earlier disrespectful actions, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
“He actually called me small. Am I really that small?”
She glanced down.
“Seems… not that big.”
…
Yoshida Chūji’s expression grew even graver.
The moment Ye Qiu swung his sword, he sensed a lethal threat. Gripping his samurai sword with both hands, he charged forward.
In a narrow path, the brave prevail.
He wanted to take Ye Qiu down before the sword fully descended.
It was his only shot at escaping this crisis.
But just as he reached Ye Qiu, the sword came down.
“Boom!”
The Grass Sword Technique erupted.
Yoshida Chūji’s samurai sword snapped in half, and he was sent flying over ten meters, spitting blood.
Soon, he struggled back to his feet.
“Huh, not dead?”
Ye Qiu was a bit surprised.
Then he understood.
Though the Grass Sword Technique was powerful, his mastery hadn’t reached its peak. Plus, Yoshida Chūji was a grandmaster-level fighter.
“Shame I’ve only grasped the first form of the Grass Sword Technique. If I could master a few more, killing grandmaster-level fighters would be child’s play.”
Ye Qiu sighed inwardly.
“You’re indeed strong, but if you want to kill me, this isn’t enough,” Yoshida Chūji said, then with a “rip,” tore off his kimono.
“What are you doing?”
Ye Qiu’s eyes widened in alarm.
He’d long heard that some little devils had weird quirks. This bastard was half-dead—why was he stripping?
Was he about to flex his physique?
Ye Qiu glanced over. Yoshida Chūji had a big gut—his figure had zero appeal.
Under Ye Qiu’s puzzled gaze, Yoshida Chūji tore a strip of cloth from his clothes, tied it around his head, clenched his fists, and glared at Ye Qiu.
“I am a warrior of the Great East Empire. I won’t die so easily.”
“You think you can kill me? Pure delusion.”
“Now, witness my true power.”
With that, Yoshida Chūji pulled a red dagger from his loose pants and bit it between his teeth.
This is your so-called power?
Disgusting!
Ye Qiu’s face twisted in revulsion. This old creep had no sense of hygiene.
“Kill!”
Yoshida Chūji roared and charged at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu raised his longsword and swung.
Boom!
The blade struck Yoshida Chūji square in the forehead.
“I thought you were some big shot. Turns out, you’re nothing—”
Before Ye Qiu could finish, Yoshida Chūji’s figure turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished without a trace.
Ninjutsu?
Ye Qiu jolted, spinning around.
Only then did he see Yoshida Chūji had rushed toward Qiushan Nange.
His real target was her!
Ye Qiu’s anger flared. He flicked a burst of sword qi.
Whoosh!
Yoshida Chūji was ready, sidestepping the sword qi and thrusting his dagger at Qiushan Nange’s heart.
Though a grandmaster, Qiushan Nange had been focused entirely on Ye Qiu, missing Yoshida Chūji’s sneak attack.
Normally, such an ambush wouldn’t succeed against a grandmaster.
But not now.
She was injured, and Yoshida Chūji’s strike was a perfectly timed killing blow.
By the time she reacted, the red dagger was just five centimeters from her heart.
“Ninth-Grade Lotus, Great Sun Tathagata.”
In that critical moment, Qiushan Nange used a secret technique. Her left hand formed a lotus seal, her dazzling movements mesmerizing, and a strange force deflected the dagger.
She quickly retreated.
“Whoosh!”
At almost the same instant, a sword qi from Ye Qiu’s Six Meridians Divine Sword shot toward Yoshida Chūji.
Yoshida Chūji ducked low, using some trick to dart forward like an arrow, reappearing before Qiushan Nange, dagger aimed at her again.
He was dead-set on killing her.
Just then, Ye Qiu arrived, stepping in front of Qiushan Nange.
Pfft!
The dagger plunged into Ye Qiu’s abdomen.
A sharp pain surged through him.
Ye Qiu was utterly shocked.
He hadn’t expected Yoshida Chūji’s dagger to be so sharp it could pierce his skin.
Whoosh!
Ye Qiu raised his hand, sending a sword qi through Yoshida Chūji’s throat.
“Even if I die, I’ll take you down first! Little devils—everyone has the right to kill them!”
