As Qianshan Xue and Akiyama Nange left, Miyamoto Musashi said to Ye Qiu, “Now you can release Yoshida, right?”
Ye Qiu smiled, “No rush.”
“What do you mean? I’ve let Akiyama Nange and the others go. Are you going back on your word?” Miyamoto Musashi’s killing intent was palpable.
“You misunderstand. I have one more question for Yoshida Moriichi.”
Ye Qiu lifted his right foot slightly.
Immediately, Yoshida Moriichi gasped for air desperately.
“Yoshida Moriichi, tell me, what’s the deal with those super soldiers?” Ye Qiu asked.
Yoshida Moriichi said, “I don’t know.”
Slap!
Ye Qiu bent down and slapped Yoshida Moriichi across the face, cursing, “Super soldiers show up in your house, and you don’t know?”
“Don’t think I won’t touch you just because Miyamoto Musashi is here.”
“You’d better be honest.”
Yoshida Moriichi said, “I really don’t know…”
Slap!
Ye Qiu slapped him again, saying, “Don’t treat me like a three-year-old. I’m not that easy to fool. If you don’t tell me, I’ll kill you. I’m dead anyway.”
Miyamoto Musashi said, “Yoshida, tell him what you know.”
“Lord Martial God, this is a secret…”
“What’s there to fear? Dead men keep secrets.”
Yoshida Moriichi paused.
Right, Ye Qiu’s about to die. Telling him shouldn’t matter.
Still cautious, Yoshida Moriichi asked Ye Qiu, “You’re about to die. Why do you want to know?”
“That’s none of your concern. Tell me, where did the super soldiers come from?” Ye Qiu asked.
Yoshida Moriichi stopped hiding, “They were a gift from a mysterious person.”
“I don’t know him, never seen his real face. We communicated online, and he always wore a black mask.”
“Oh, and he knows a lot about you.”
Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed, “Tell me more.”
Yoshida Moriichi said, “When Yoshida Chuuni died in China, I thought Akiyama Nange was the killer. The mysterious person told me it was you.”
“He also told me Qianshan Xue was pregnant.”
“And he said if I killed you, he’d give me five hundred million.”
Ye Qiu asked immediately, “Does this mysterious person have a grudge against me?”
“It’s clear he wants you dead. As for whether you have a grudge, I don’t know,” Yoshida Moriichi said. “That’s all I know. Let me go.”
Ye Qiu pondered for a moment, then asked, “Does this mysterious person have any distinct traits? Like, a mole on his neck?”
“No,” Yoshida Moriichi said. “He covered himself tightly. I don’t know what he looks like.”
Ye Qiu was skeptical, “You really don’t know?”
“I really don’t,” Yoshida Moriichi said. “You’re about to die. Why would I lie?”
Ye Qiu had asked all he needed.
He stood up, looked at Miyamoto Musashi, and asked, “You really want to kill me?”
“Release Yoshida, and I’ll send you on your way,” Miyamoto Musashi said. “You should feel honoured to die by my hand.”
“Honoured, my arse!” Ye Qiu cursed. “In the eyes of Great Easterners, you’re some lofty Martial God, but to me, you’re nothing.”
Boom!
A terrifying aura erupted from Miyamoto Musashi, his killing intent overwhelming.
He was the revered Great Eastern Martial God, never disrespected before, yet this kid dared curse him to his face. Unbearable.
“I’ll say it one last time, release Yoshida, and I’ll leave you an intact corpse,” Miyamoto Musashi said coldly.
“Fine, I’ll release him.” Ye Qiu suddenly stomped down.
Crack!
Yoshida Moriichi’s throat shattered instantly.
He died with his eyes wide open.
“You—” Miyamoto Musashi was shocked and furious. He hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to kill Yoshida Moriichi right in front of him.
Ye Qiu kicked Yoshida Moriichi’s body away, smiling, “Miyamoto Musashi, you’re getting senile.”
“You’re going to kill me, so why would I let Yoshida Moriichi go?”
“Even if I die, I’ll take someone down with me.”
Ye Qiu added, “I’ve killed so many today. Even if I die by your hand, I’ve come out ahead.”
Miyamoto Musashi’s face darkened to the extreme, glaring at Ye Qiu, “Today, I’ll tear you to pieces.”
Clang!
Miyamoto Musashi drew the ancient sword at his waist.
Instantly, a tangible killing intent spread from the blade, a thick stench of blood hitting like a wave, as if standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
This was a deadly weapon!
Ye Qiu went on full alert, ready for Miyamoto Musashi’s fatal strike.
Oddly, Miyamoto Musashi didn’t attack immediately. Instead, he flicked a finger against the blade.
Clang,
A sword hum rang out, like a dragon’s roar.
“Good sword!” Ye Qiu couldn’t help but exclaim.
He could tell the sword in Miyamoto Musashi’s hand was no less than his own Emperor Sword, Chixiao.
What a pity he hadn’t brought Chixiao, or he’d have loved to test whose sword was superior.
Miyamoto Musashi said, “This sword, Amaterasu Flowing Cloud, is three feet three inches long, one inch one-tenth wide, forged from overseas cold iron. It’s the sacred treasure of Amaterasu Shrine.”
“This sword has been passed down for one thousand one hundred years.”
“In those years, it has claimed three thousand nine hundred ninety-nine lives.”
“You will be the four-thousandth.”
“I haven’t drawn this sword in twenty years. For you to make me use it today, you should feel hon—”
Before Miyamoto Musashi could finish, Ye Qiu interrupted, “It’s just a lousy sword. What’s there to brag about?”
“I’m not interested in that.”
“I just want to see how great this so-called Great Eastern Martial God really is.”
Miyamoto Musashi glanced at Ye Qiu.
He was surprised.
Anyone else would’ve been terrified at the sight of his drawn sword, but Ye Qiu showed no fear, only what seemed like excitement.
What was he excited about?
Miyamoto Musashi couldn’t figure it out and didn’t care to. In his eyes, Ye Qiu was as good as dead.
Still, Miyamoto Musashi didn’t act, saying to Ye Qiu, “I must say, for someone so young to kill Yoshida and so many ninjas, your skills are impressive.”
“You’re likely the most outstanding of China’s younger generation.”
“But unfortunately, you’ve met me, and your fate is sealed.”
“If you have any last words, speak them now, and I…”
“Aren’t you tired of talking?” Ye Qiu cut him off again, cursing, “The great Eastern Martial God, acting like a nagging woman, so annoying.”
“You won’t make a move, huh?”
“Then I will.”
Ye Qiu threw a punch.
