Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 219 - 0217 Who is the prey?

Chapter 219: 0217 Who is the prey?

The night breeze began, and the leaves slid across the roadway.

Ye Qiu’s figure flashed and he jumped into the woods beside the road, followed by Qin Lang into the forest.

Since battle was inevitable, Ye Qiu would accompany him in the fight.

These martial artists had actively come to him to sharpen his skills, and he had been worried that his level hadn’t been able to break through for a while. Perhaps fighting these martial artists could open up new avenues of thought.

Qin Lang slowly pulled out two short daggers from his waist. These daggers were three inches long and were the weapons he was most skilled with. He had also gained fame with these twin daggers, known as the Three-inch Life-taking Dagger.

"You’re not using weapons?" Qin Lang asked, seeing Ye Qiu with empty hands.

Ye Qiu said, "Bare hands are enough."

"Heh, since you’re so confident, I’m curious to see whether your bare hands are stronger or my daggers." As Qin Lang spoke, the two short daggers twirled around in his hands, a beautiful flurry of blade flowers flashing by.

He didn’t care about a fair fight. As long as he achieved his goal, whether it was fair or not didn’t matter.

Qin Lang came at him with his daggers, the blades shimmering intensely with a chilling intent.

Whoosh!

A stab came at Ye Qiu, who swiftly stepped back to avoid it, but the dagger followed Qin Lang’s slender fingers with a slight flick. It spun rapidly in his hand, the arm lifting, and the rotating dagger aimed straight for Ye Qiu’s chest and face.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The spinning dagger whirled like a windstorm; every flash of the blade mirrored a confident smile on Qin Lang’s face.

Boom...

Just as the blade was about to slice his face, Ye Qiu suddenly extended his hand forcefully, colliding directly with the blade, emitting a vibrating sound.

The spinning dagger in Qin Lang’s hand abruptly stopped, and Ye Qiu regained his stance, a drop of blood showing on his finger.

Such a sharp edge!

If it weren’t for Ye Qiu’s quick movement and True Qi protecting his fingers in time, his flicking motion could have resulted in self-injury, it wouldn’t have been surprising if he had cut off half of his finger.

A flicker of surprise crossed the depths of Qin Lang’s eyes. The fact that someone could stop his spinning dagger with a single finger showed real skill indeed.

By now, he was certain that this Ye Qiu in front of him was the very Ye Qiu discussed in the martial arts world. An ordinary bodyguard would have perished under his move, unable to react as swiftly.

"Let me see just how powerful you really are." Qin Lang came at him again, his double daggers advancing with a twist, Cross Kill!

Hum!

A surge of blade energy came head-on, especially as the double daggers crossed and vibrated, seemingly with the sound of a dragon and phoenix chorus, irresistibly drawing one’s attention. By the time you reacted, the blade light would have already sliced towards the chest.

This time, Ye Qiu did not act rashly, but instead used True Qi to guard his palm. A faint layer of True Qi swirled around his hand, and he reached out boldly to catch the first blade.

"One Slash Kill!"

The edge in Qin Lang’s hand flowed like the waters of the Yellow River, slashing down as though it could sever the flow itself, chilling one to the core.

Qin Lang’s swordplay emphasized one thing – sharpness!

No matter what move was used, the edge of the blade always pressured the opponent’s spirit.

No matter where the blade was, that sharpness always gripped your heart, constantly causing wariness.

Meanwhile, Fujikawa Ueno’s swordplay focused on speed.

Taking speed to the utmost limit meant killing as quickly as a snap of the fingers, reducing one to ashes.

Using bare hands against a weapon put Ye Qiu at a disadvantage, yet he insisted on fighting with his hands alone.

Time and again, the blade’s edge grazed lethal spots, but whether Ye Qiu dodged, blocked, or charged, none could pose a deadly threat to him.

As he clashed with Qin Lang, Ye Qiu had thoroughly grasped Qin Lang’s attack patterns, and the time had come to end the struggle.

The two figures separated, and a smile appeared on Ye Qiu’s face.

Qin Lang furrowed his brows; he had engaged in combat with Ye Qiu for quite some time, having unleashed a myriad of techniques without evoking any astounding counterattacks from Ye Qiu. Seeing the smile now forming on Ye Qiu’s face, he felt an ominous chill in his heart.

Could it be that this guy was merely toying with him all this time?

This thought flashed by, and Qin Lang shook it off vigorously. He refused to believe that Ye Qiu still had more formidable power in reserve—if so, why had their fight lasted this long?

"He must be bluffing!" Qin Lang thought, preparing to bring out his strongest move to capture Ye Qiu in one fell swoop; there was no more time to waste.

The subtle changes in Ye Qiu’s aura went unnoticed by Qin Lang—instead, he felt certain that victory was still tilted in his favor.

Qin Lang pointed the tips of his dual blades downward, resting them on his elbows, giving the appearance that the blades were strapped to his arms.

His movements were bizarre as he assumed a strange stance; with a tap of his feet, he closed the distance in a blink.

With a cool and fierce expression, he swung his arms out, fusing his arms and the blades in a hammering motion.

The "Capturing Arm Dagger" move, charged with unrivaled momentum, smashed through everything; Ye Qiu kept retreating. The blade-arm followed incessantly, and, crack crack... the trees from which Ye Qiu dodged bore a gash an inch deep. Had Ye Qiu not evaded, he would likely have been cleaved in two.

In his leaps and bounds, Ye Qiu avoided blade after blade intent on taking his life.

Just when there were almost no trees left behind him, Ye Qiu pushed off the last tree trunk, flipping over in mid-air, soaring over Qin Lang’s head.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Qin Lang thrust an arm skyward, a blade of light escaping his grasp and shooting straight toward Ye Qiu in the air.

Shshsh...

The dagger passed closely by Ye Qiu, silently slicing off a button from his clothing.

Ye Qiu flipped in the air and landed in an instant; the thrown blade also fell, landing snugly back in Qin Lang’s hand.

One button down, Ye Qiu’s chest was exposed; he breathed slightly heavily, aware that he would have been pierced by Qin Lang’s sudden dagger throw had his reaction been any slower.

Such a ruthless strike!

Even with Ye Qiu’s exceptional reflexes, he had nearly fallen for the move.

"You couldn’t dodge this one, Ye Qiu. I’m growing more and more interested in you," Qin Lang remarked as he twirled his blades, ready to change the pattern of his attack.

This was a dangerous opponent, and Ye Qiu had no intention of sparring with him any longer.

He crossed his hands, then slowly parted them, nearly transparent threads connecting his gradually separating palms.

A smirk played across Ye Qiu’s lips as he flung out his hands, directly firing those ten fine threads.

Initially, Qin Lang didn’t grasp the significance of Ye Qiu’s hand flick, but as the hairs on his body stood on end, he caught a whiff of danger.

With a flick of his fingers, his blades moved to cut the threads.

However, the collision with the shimmering white threads produced the sound of metal grinding against metal, even sparking fire.

Qin Lang was taken aback.

Ye Qiu’s fingers suddenly twisted, and the threads, as if guided by sight, wrapped around Qin Lang’s wrists. A quick tug and the blades dropped to the ground. The threads then crept up Qin Lang’s wrists and began to restrict his movements.

"How can this be?" Qin Lang’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Ye Qiu naturally didn’t disclose that this was the power of the improved True Qi, which turned True Qi into fine threads, then rendered the threads invisible, forming an attack as unpredictable as gods and ghosts. Qin Lang’s defeat was well-deserved, as this was a technique Ye Qiu had developed through the inspiration of a mysterious figure.

Named, Wishful True Qi Silkworm Threads!

The attack on Qin Lang had only utilized half its strength; once its full force was unleashed, ten needles could instantly perforate Qin Lang into a sieve in the blink of an eye.