Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 198 - 0196 erupts in slaughter again

Chapter 198: 0196 erupts in slaughter again

The darkness of night was pierced by howling winds, perfect for a killing spree.

A sharp sword, like a bolt of lightning, flashed through the darkness, and then a figure fell to the ground, spattering blood everywhere. Soon, the blood pooled, filling the air with its metallic scent.

The sword was drawn in silence, and sheathed just as quietly, its blade bright like a mirror, untainted by a single drop of blood.

Gazing down at the corpse, the figure in black revealed a chilling smile before disappearing into the shadows.

Less than an hour later, another body hit the ground, also felled by a single sword strike.

After each life taken, the figure in black bore the same cold smirk. Tonight, his samurai sword had reaped the lives of seven martial artists. Glancing at the sky, he halted his advance. Taking down seven elite warriors in one night was more than enough.

Like a ghost, the figure in black moved swiftly through the streets, unnoticed by anyone, and soon entered an ancient courtyard.

In a few strides, he reached his room and placed the samurai sword on a wooden rack before finally removing his face veil to reveal a sallow complexion.

This man was none other than Fujikawa Ueno.

Fujikawa Ueno, after a seclusion of over ten days, had unleashed a string of killings upon his return.

The days of solitude had significantly strengthened his martial prowess, especially the several martial arts tomes brought by Sato Tsuru, which had enlightened him. In a short span, he’d converted all his insights into tangible power.

The slaughter he’d created that night was still fermenting. By dawn, the deaths of these martial arts experts were sure to shock the entire martial arts community once more.

Fujikawa Ueno shed his black attire, donning a samurai kimono, and washed away the smell of blood, transforming into a figure of refined elegance, shedding all traces of the night’s brutality.

Eliminating the Chinese martial experts was a premeditated scheme by Fujikawa Ueno. Although not many had died this time, the death of one True Qi master was a significant achievement. If news of this reached home, he stood to gain substantially.

For the progress of the Yamato people, he, Fujikawa Ueno, was willing to commit any act of cruelty. This was his heartfelt devotion to the Emperor, his clan’s very reason for existence—to support the Emperor!

"China, this intoxicating land, will eventually become the territory of our Yamato people," proclaimed Fujikawa Ueno, his ambition and that of his nation wholly evident in his words.

The image of a young man quickly surfaced in Fujikawa Ueno’s mind.

"Ye Qiu, I’ll let you live a few more days, but soon I will personally come to claim your life." He had to kill this martial arts prodigy, for if not, Ye Qiu might become a deadly threat to the Samurai of the Land of the Rising Sun.

The reason he hadn’t gone after Ye Qiu first was because he wasn’t sure if he could counter Ye Qiu’s "Eagle Snake Xuan Hand" from that day. Once he could neutralize that move, he’d quickly go for the kill.

As Fujikawa Ueno rapidly transitioned back into the role of a friendly cultural ambassador, the deaths of last night’s martial arts experts resonated through the community once more.

"Is it that guy again? Dammit, this time it’s a total of seven experts, all of them prominent figures in the martial arts world."

"Even a True Qi master has been slain. The entire martial arts community must take this matter seriously now, or else, who will be left?"

"Have you noticed? Among the experts who died this time, many were talented individuals. Unfortunately, they were murdered, and the killer’s identity remains a mystery!"

The martial arts world was abuzz with discussion, especially lamenting the deaths of the experts. Many were already fearing for their own safety, dreading that they could be next.

The demand for the murderer’s capture grew louder. Many powerful figures within the martial arts community gathered together, sharing their thoughts and uniting in their efforts.

Even the True Qi Martial Artists couldn’t sit still anymore because the death of one among their ranks was a rare occurrence. In the martial arts world, True Qi masters were scarce, each one renowned. Such senseless killings, with the perpetrator still unknown, were exceedingly rare.

"Haven’t the people from the southern martial arts community already started looking for the murderer? Is there no lead yet?"

"What’s the use of only the people from the Southern martial arts community finding out, when the Northern martial arts community doesn’t make a move, just watching as if enjoying the show."

"Yeah, did you notice that all these dead martial artists are from the Southern martial arts community?"

"Based on what you said, is it possible to suspect that this was done by someone from the Northern martial arts community in secret?"

As soon as this topic came up, it set off an uproar in the martial arts world. The Southern and Northern martial arts communities have never gotten along, always engaging in overt and covert battles, each wanting to swallow the other. Over the years, they have made no secret of this desire.

This remark, if passed to the Northern martial arts community, would be fine, but when it fell on the ears of those from the Southern martial arts community, it sounded different.

Because this kind of statement is indeed plausible, perhaps it was indeed someone from the Northern martial arts community who had acted, only that they had done so cleanly without leaving any trace.

The people from the Southern martial arts community, because of this nearly credible claim, began confronting those from the Northern martial arts community, demanding an explanation.

Since the Northern martial arts community was not responsible, they naturally refused to admit such slander and were too lazy to explain, leading to numerous conflicts between the two martial arts communities all at once.

In the end, it was the influential figures from both the Northern and Southern martial arts communities that talked, which put a lid on the issue. They turned a major issue into a minor one, and a minor one into nothing, agreeing to join forces to find the murderer.

Fujikawa Ueno, who was always paying close attention to the martial arts situation, naturally learned of this news. His plans were ruined—not only had the Northern and Southern martial arts communities not started fighting, but they had even formed an alliance. This disappointed him somewhat, but it was okay. It wouldn’t be easy to find out it was his doing, and Fujikawa Ueno still had that confidence.

While the unified Southern and Northern martial arts communities were jointly searching for the murderer, Ye Qiu was once again called by Officer Lin.

Within one night, seven people had died in Zhongshan City. Although they were martial artists, they were nominally related to the police force as well, bearing certain inescapable responsibilities.

The higher-ups had taken great interest in the case, and as the person in charge of the incident, Lin Qiao’er was naturally under tremendous pressure. She had to find Ye Qiu again to ask for clarity and when the murderer could be caught.

Ye Qiu hadn’t expected the mysterious figure clad in black to strike again so soon. He had thought the figure would lie low for a while, but that was not the case.

The odd thing was that the black-clothed figure didn’t come for him first but went after others instead, which was somewhat puzzling.

Could it be that the figure didn’t think he was a match for him?

Seeing Ye Qiu silent, Lin Qiao’er’s eyes were filled with urgency, really hoping that Ye Qiu could give her a decisive answer.

"The murderer will inevitably appear again, and he will definitely come for me."

"Come for you? Why?" Lin Qiao’er asked in surprise.

"Because I’ve fought with him before. If I’m not wrong, the man in black that night should be the murderer," Ye Qiu said slowly.

"What? You fought with him? Are you alright?" Lin Qiao’er asked.

"Are you worried about me?" Ye Qiu suddenly countered with a question.

Lin Qiao’er glared at him and said, "I can’t be bothered to worry about you. I just want you to catch the murderer quickly."

"Hey, Officer Lin, when you talk like that, it hurts my feelings. I’m helping you out here."

"Hmph, you’re saving lives. Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-tier pagoda. Don’t worry, once the murderer is caught, I’ll apply to the higher-ups to award you an ’Outstanding Citizen Medal,’" Lin Qiao’er said proudly.

"..." Ye Qiu was speechless. What use was a medal? It’s less rewarding than having Officer Lin herself as a reward. Of course, this thought just flashed through Ye Qiu’s mind, nothing more than a fleeting idea.

Not many could handle a barbarous girlfriend like Lin Qiao’er.