Ye Wushuang!
Hearing this name, Miyamoto Musashi couldn’t help but feel a surge of panic.
That godlike man, is he here?
“Where is Ye Wushuang?”
As Miyamoto Musashi asked, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, but he saw no sign of Ye Wushuang.
“You’re lying!” Miyamoto Musashi said, “Ye Wushuang died over twenty years ago. How could he be here?”
Ye Qiu laughed, “Don’t you think I’d need some confidence to challenge you like this?”
“And who said Ye Wushuang is dead?”
“Over twenty years ago, during that upheaval in China’s capital, countless masters surrounded Ye Wushuang, but he still carved a bloody path out, left the capital, and went into seclusion.”
As Ye Qiu spoke, Miyamoto Musashi closely observed his expression.
He noticed Ye Qiu didn’t seem to be lying.
Indeed, if this kid had no backing, how could he dare disregard me?
Could Ye Wushuang really be here?
Miyamoto Musashi asked gravely, “If you say Ye Wushuang is here, why don’t I see him?”
Ye Qiu grinned, “He’s right behind you. Didn’t you see?”
What!
Miyamoto Musashi’s face paled with fear, and he quickly turned around, but still saw no trace of Ye Wushuang.
“Where is Ye Wushuang?”
Miyamoto Musashi turned back, his expression freezing.
Ye Qiu was gone.
Only then did he realise, roaring, “Sly brat, using Ye Wushuang’s name to trick me and escape. Damn it.”
“But you think you can slip away from me like that? Wishful thinking.”
“I am the Great Eastern Martial God. Killing you is as easy as turning my hand.”
Miyamoto Musashi rushed out to chase Ye Qiu.
Ten seconds later.
Ye Qiu’s figure reappeared in the same spot.
He hadn’t actually fled but had used an invisibility charm and held his breath, making Miyamoto Musashi think he’d escaped.
Ye Qiu smirked triumphantly, “Old fool, didn’t expect that, did you? I didn’t run.”
Just as he spoke, a voice came from beside him, “You really think you’re clever?”
Damn!
Ye Qiu whipped his head around to see Miyamoto Musashi standing nearby, holding Amaterasu Flowing Cloud, his face full of killing intent.
“How did you know I was still here?”
Ye Qiu couldn’t figure it out. He’d been extremely discreet when cloaking himself, and Miyamoto Musashi had clearly chased after him. How did he return so quickly?
Miyamoto Musashi said, “Because when you vanished, I didn’t sense a thing.”
“With my skills, even Ye Wushuang couldn’t disappear from my presence without a trace.”
“You’re not even a God List master, so there’s no way you could pull that off.”
“When I chased out, I realised you might’ve used some kind of deception.”
Ye Qiu looked at Miyamoto Musashi in surprise, “I thought you were just an old fool, but sometimes your brain’s pretty sharp.”
Miyamoto Musashi sneered, “Kid, in the face of absolute strength, all tricks are feeble and useless.”
“You’ve wasted enough of my time. Now it’s time to send you on your way.”
“Die!”
Miyamoto Musashi thrust his sword forward.
Ye Qiu had no intention of fighting Miyamoto Musashi head-on. He dodged and fled into the distance.
Miyamoto Musashi flickered, instantly blocking Ye Qiu’s path.
“Your speed is too slow.”
Miyamoto Musashi slashed at Ye Qiu’s face.
Even from metres away, the sharp sword aura stung Ye Qiu’s cheeks.
Moreover, Miyamoto Musashi wasn’t an ordinary master. His swordsmanship was profound, having long cultivated a sword aura.
This so-called sword aura was a realm of swordsmanship.
Only supreme sword masters could achieve it. At this level, a single strike could affect an opponent’s state of mind.
Ye Qiu was affected.
Each time Miyamoto Musashi swung his sword, Ye Qiu felt death looming over him.
Ye Qiu kept fleeing.
He was no match for a God List master, let alone Miyamoto Musashi, the third-ranked super powerhouse.
Whoosh!
Ye Qiu pushed his speed to the limit, sprinting hundreds of metres. Looking back, he saw no sign of Miyamoto Musashi.
He let out a slight sigh of relief, but at that moment, an overwhelming sense of danger descended.
“Not good!”
Before Ye Qiu could pinpoint the source, a sharp pain hit his abdomen, and his body was sent flying.
Clang!
Ye Qiu crashed over twenty metres away, quickly scrambling to his feet.
“Eh, you took my punch and didn’t get injured?” Miyamoto Musashi was slightly surprised, saying, “Let’s try another.”
Bang!
Ye Qiu only saw a blur before him. Before he could react, he was sent flying, rolling across the ground until a rock stopped him.
Pfft!
Ye Qiu spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Again.”
Bang!
Just like before, Ye Qiu had no time to respond before Miyamoto Musashi’s punch sent him flying.
This time, he flew even farther, and he could clearly feel the force of Miyamoto Musashi’s punch was much stronger than before.
Miyamoto Musashi looked at Ye Qiu’s battered state and laughed, “I suddenly find this quite amusing.”
“You killed so many at Amaterasu Shrine. If I just killed you with one strike, wouldn’t that be letting you off too easily?”
“Let’s keep playing!”
Miyamoto Musashi sheathed his sword with a clang.
Then, he clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking like popping popcorn.
Bang!
Miyamoto Musashi’s figure surged like thunder, appearing before Ye Qiu. Before Ye Qiu could defend, he was sent flying by a punch.
He flew an unknown distance, crashing heavily into the ground, sliding another dozen metres before stopping.
“Pfft—”
Ye Qiu spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, clearly feeling his internal organs bleeding heavily.
Miyamoto Musashi’s earlier punch was not only lightning-fast but also terrifyingly powerful.
Fortunately, Ye Qiu had cultivated innate true qi.
As soon as his organs were injured, the innate qi circulating in his meridians rushed to the damaged areas, repairing his wounds.
In just a few seconds, his internal injuries healed by twenty percent.
Ye Qiu struggled to his feet, feeling a sharp pain in his back. Reaching back, he found his clothes torn and his hand covered in blood.
“My punches aren’t bad, huh?” Miyamoto Musashi sneered coldly.
“Not bad, my arse!”
Ye Qiu cursed, “The so-called Great Eastern Martial God, punching like you haven’t eaten. You’ve hit me so many times and still can’t finish me off.”
“Miyamoto Musashi, are you a weakling?”
