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Chapter 111 - 112: The Cunning Old Man Qian Lei

Chapter 111: Chapter 112: The Cunning Old Man Qian Lei

"A mere broken needle thinks it can contend with my Python Bone Blade? Stupid kid, I’m sending you to your death right now!" Old Ma sneered, holding the Python Bone Blade with both hands, channeling his energy throughout his body and striking ferociously.

His blade was sinister and venomous, resembling the bite of a malicious python, unpredictable and dangerously fierce.

"Ye Wudao, be careful!" Su Yueli shouted.

"Brother Wudao!" Xia Shiqi’s face showed concern.

Ye Wudao’s expression was calm like the water of an ancient pond.

Bang!

A dull, metallic sound erupted, sparks flying everywhere!

To everyone’s surprise, Ye Wudao easily blocked Old Ma’s attack with a mere silver needle.

"Damn it, how, how is this possible?" Old Ma’s pupils shrank sharply, his face filled with horror.

"I told you, to deal with you, this silver needle is enough!" Ye Wudao said indifferently.

"You, what kind of weapon is this?" Old Ma asked in shock.

"In other’s eyes it’s a divine needle for healing, but I usually use it to pick my teeth!" Ye Wudao said lazily while picking his teeth with the silver needle.

Show off!

Seeing Ye Wudao acting so arrogantly, Old Ma’s neck veins bulged as he roared like a wild beast, "I’ll fight you with all I’ve got!"

He activated all his power, swinging the Python Bone Blade with all his life’s strength converging into the blade; "Python Slash!"

This slash was extremely powerful, like a fierce evil python, capable of slaying a seventh-grade Grandmaster!

Bang!

A terrible noise followed.

Seeing his blade firmly striking Ye Wudao, excitement flickered across Old Ma’s face; "With the power of this slash, even a seventh-grade Grandmaster would perish, you’re done for, kid!"

However, his joy didn’t last long, as Old Ma’s expression froze.

The Ye Wudao in front of him turned out to be just an afterimage that vanished.

"Damn, it was only an afterimage!" Old Ma fumed with rage and humiliation.

Meanwhile, Ye Wudao stood not far away, laughing; "Haha, just killing one of my afterimages, are you that thrilled? The game should end now!"

A game?

Old Ma felt an extreme rage inside him, realizing that he was treating this life-and-death fight just like a game.

Ye Wudao took a step forward, consecutively creating afterimages!

One!

Two!

Five!

Seven!

"Seven afterimages, he is indeed a seventh-grade Grandmaster!" Old Ma was internally shocked, his gaze firmly locked on Ye Wudao.

Just then, another afterimage of Ye Wudao appeared!

Eight!

Boom!

The experienced Old Ma felt as if struck by lightning, trembling as he said; "My God, he’s, he’s an eighth-grade Grandmaster! It’s all over!"

Between a seventh-grade Grandmaster and an eighth-grade Grandmaster lies a massive divide. Only those who achieve the eighth grade are true Martial Arts Grandmasters!

Whoosh!

Ye Wudao’s figure instantaneously appeared in front of Old Ma, his silver needle piercing directly through Old Ma’s brow.

All of this happened too fast; it occurred in the blink of an eye!

"Old Ma, why aren’t you moving? Attack!" Yamamoto Tomio urged anxiously from the side.

"Do you expect a dead man to fight for you?" Ye Wudao sneered, slowly retracting the silver needle.

Just as he withdrew the needle, Old Ma’s body collapsed with a crash, his eyes wide and round, showing the visage of one who died with his eyes open.

"Old, Old Ma!" Yamamoto Tomio was terrified to the extreme, staggering and falling to the ground.

He hadn’t expected that his most proud subordinate, Old Ma, would be tragically killed by this mysterious young man!

And this young man had defeated the Python Slash with just a silver needle!

Terrible!

Too terrible!

"Well done!" Su Yueli and Xu Yuanyuan were thrilled.

"Amazing, truly worthy of being Brother Wudao!" Xia Shiqi’s eyes filled with admiration.

"I’m in a good mood today; you pick a way to die," Ye Wudao said, looking at Yamamoto Tomio.

"Gulp!" Yamamoto Tomio continued to swallow his saliva, looking at the unfathomable Ye Wudao with a trembling voice, "You, you can’t kill me! I am a great young master from a collateral branch of the Yamamoto family, with a distinguished status. Killing me, you will surely die!"

"Honestly, I’m not yet ready to kill you," Ye Wudao glanced at the three absolutely beautiful goddesses locked in iron cages, his eyes flashing coldly, "You’ve locked my women in cages. How could I let you off so easily!"

At that moment, two figures hurried over.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master!"

The newcomers were none other than Xiong Fei and Qian Lei.

"God, the madam and Miss Yuanyuan are actually imprisoned in cages; who is the beast that did this?!" Xiong Fei roared furiously upon seeing this.

"This is too much. How can they lock three celestial beauties in cages!" Qian Lei said through gritted teeth.

Ye Wudao pointed at Yamamoto Tomio not far away and said, "It was this Japanese villain’s doing!"

"Young Master, let me kill him!" Xiong Fei, furious, approached Yamamoto Tomio, but was stopped by Qian Lei, "Are you stupid? If he was to be killed, the Young Master would have already killed him."

"What do you mean then?" Xiong Fei looked puzzled.

"The Young Master doesn’t want to let him off that easily!" Qian Lei said with a sycophantic face, "Young Master, killing isn’t my specialty, but torturing people is where I excel, right?"

"Oh?" Ye Wudao asked curiously, "Tell me."

Qian Lei fumbled with his hand inside his coat and said excitedly, "Found it!"

He opened his palm and there lay a black centipede over ten centimeters long.

"Holy shit, how did you manage to hide a poison centipede on your body?" Ye Wudao was stunned.

"Young Master, you might not know, but this guy is nicknamed ’Old Yin Bi.’ He has at least a hundred types of poisons on him, like venomous snakes, bugs, leeches, you name it. At the Northern King’s Palace, hardly anyone dares to provoke him, fearing they might be poisoned unexpectedly by him!" Xiong Fei said, clearly wary.

As the two talked, Qian Lei grabbed the poison centipede and approached Yamamoto Tomio.

"What, what do you want to do?" Yamamoto Tomio asked in horror, his greatest fear in life being these poisonous insects, "I, I am a great young master of the Yamamoto family, I order you, you, quickly throw that centipede away!"

Qian Lei gripped Yamamoto Tomio’s lower jaw with one hand, holding the venomous centipede in the other, and sinisterly smiled. "Young Master Yamamoto, this is called a bloodsucking centipede, a treasure that I’ve carefully cultivated over the years. Once it’s in your mouth, it will eat your intestines on the first day, nibble your organs on the second day, and suck all your blood dry by the third day!"

"Young Master Yamamoto, would you like to taste what poison centipede is like?"