Seeing Ye Qiu throw a punch at him, Miyamoto Musashi sneered with contempt, “A speck of dust dares to rival the sun and moon? Seeking death.”
Clang!
He slashed with his sword.
Ye Qiu, prepared, dodged the blade and aimed his fist at Miyamoto Musashi’s ribs.
The punch was lightning-fast, nearly hitting its mark, but Miyamoto Musashi flicked his wrist, positioning the sword to block Ye Qiu’s fist.
Clang!
Ye Qiu’s fist struck the blade,ascended, producing a loud clang.
The sword showed no damage, not even a bend.
Ye Qiu was surprised.
His punch carried at least a thousand pounds of force, yet Miyamoto Musashi’s sword, Amaterasu Flowing Cloud, remained unscathed, proving its extraordinary nature.
“Kid, draw your weapon. If you only use your fists, you’ll die quickly,” Miyamoto Musashi said, his sword descending like lightning from the sky, aimed at Ye Qiu’s head.
Instantly, Ye Qiu was enveloped by a powerful sword aura, the scent of death in the air.
Not daring to meet it head-on, Ye Qiu dodged, circling behind Miyamoto Musashi and striking at his back.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Miyamoto Musashi swung his sword backward without turning, carrying boundless killing intent.
Ye Qiu retracted his fist, retreated a few steps, and landed on the other end of the courtyard wall, grinning at Miyamoto Musashi.
Miyamoto Musashi said, “I must say, you’ve got some nerve. Facing death, you can still smile.”
Ye Qiu mocked, “Miyamoto Musashi, you must be lonely after years in seclusion. Why else would you keep blabbering like a chatterbox?”
Hmph!
Miyamoto Musashi snorted, his killing intent intensifying, “Kid, you know you’re no match for me.”
“If I go all out, you won’t survive a single strike.”
“I’ll give you a chance, take your own life!”
Ye Qiu knew Miyamoto Musashi wasn’t boasting. As the third-ranked master on the God List, if he unleashed his full power, Ye Qiu would indeed have no chance and would die miserably.
Ye Qiu smiled faintly, “I value my life. No matter the situation, I’d never take my own life.”
“To me, suicide is something only fools do.”
“By the way, Miyamoto Musashi, I suggest you take your own life. Otherwise, a generation’s Martial God might end up with no grave.”
Miyamoto Musashi hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to dare say such things at this moment. He laughed loudly, “Hahaha…”
“In all my life, this is the first time someone’s urged me to kill myself.”
“Kid, do you even know who you’re talking to?”
Ye Qiu sighed, “I really don’t get it. Why are you so-called supreme masters always so arrogant?”
“Let me tell you, before you, many masters tried to kill me. I’m still alive, but they died horribly.”
“Miyamoto Musashi, take my advice and kill yourself.”
“You’re old. Suicide is the most dignified way to go. Otherwise, your bones might not even remain.”
Miyamoto Musashi was thoroughly enraged, “You dare threaten me? You’re courting death.”
Ye Qiu shook his head, saying earnestly, “I’m not threatening you. I’m looking out for you.”
Looking out for me?
Could you be any more shameless?
Looking out for me by telling me to kill myself? What kind of nonsense logic is that?
“Kid, since you’re so stubborn, die!”
Miyamoto Musashi attacked.
This time, he not only wielded the deadly Amaterasu Flowing Cloud but also took the initiative to strike at Ye Qiu.
Whoosh!
Ye Qiu’s vision blurred.
The next second, Miyamoto Musashi appeared before him.
They were barely a metre apart.
Then, Ye Qiu felt a sharp pain at his throat, as if someone were scraping his skin with glass.
At the same time, a thick stench of blood filled his nostrils.
Ye Qiu looked down to see Amaterasu Flowing Cloud just two centimetres from his throat.
In an instant, Ye Qiu was drenched in cold sweat.
With no time to think, he retreated rapidly, trying to escape the blade.
But he underestimated Miyamoto Musashi.
Miyamoto Musashi pressed forward, and no matter how fast Ye Qiu retreated, the sword’s edge remained two centimetres from his throat.
In a flash, they moved from one end of the courtyard wall to the other.
Suddenly, Ye Qiu leaned back, flipped over, and fell off the wall.
Just before hitting the ground, he slapped the earth, spun half a circle in mid-air, kicked off the wall with both feet, and shot out like an arrow.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Qiu vanished.
“Think you can escape from me? Naive!” Miyamoto Musashi stood on the wall, a cold smirk on his lips, then stepped forward, appearing over twenty metres away in an instant.
Five minutes later.
Fleeing, Ye Qiu noticed no sounds of pursuit, feeling puzzled.
Miyamoto Musashi didn’t follow?
Did he have a change of heart and decide not to kill me?
Ye Qiu found these thoughts laughable. He’d killed so many at Amaterasu Shrine and slain Yoshida Moriichi in front of Miyamoto Musashi. How could he let him go?
If he wants to kill me, why isn’t he chasing?
Perplexed, Ye Qiu glanced back, seeing no sign of Miyamoto Musashi.
Strange, what’s that old man up to?
Something felt off.
Ye Qiu stopped.
At that moment, he caught a thick scent of blood and was startled.
“This is Amaterasu Flowing Cloud’s aura. Miyamoto Musashi is here.”
Ye Qiu prepared to flee, but as he turned, a sword’s edge pressed against his throat.
In an instant, Ye Qiu was so terrified he nearly lost his soul.
Fortunately, Miyamoto Musashi didn’t pierce his throat, or even Ye Qiu’s iron-like body might not have withstood the strike.
Ye Qiu stood frozen, not daring to move.
“Weren’t you running? Why linger here?” Miyamoto Musashi looked at Ye Qiu, puzzled.
He hadn’t stabbed Ye Qiu’s throat because he wanted to understand why.
By all logic, Ye Qiu, given a chance to escape, should’ve fled desperately, yet he stopped.
Why?
Miyamoto Musashi couldn’t fathom it.
A smile suddenly spread across Ye Qiu’s face, “Because I was waiting for you. If you didn’t come, how could I kill you?”
Kill me?
Miyamoto Musashi’s face was full of disdain, “With your skills, you think you can kill me?”
Ye Qiu grinned brightly, “You’re the third-ranked master on the God List. Of course, I can’t kill you. But what if Ye Wushuang makes a move?”
