Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 363 - 0362 wins the sword

Chapter 363: 0362 wins the sword

Crackle and pop...

Rubble buried Ye Qiu as the five men, without a backward glance, returned to Ozawa Ichiro’s side.

Ozawa Ichiro’s face revealed a sinister smile. At this moment, there was no longer any need for him to pretend to be a businessman. Once back in the Land of the Rising Sun, his emperor would surely look upon him with newfound respect.

With the Kusanagi Sword now in his hands, Ozawa Ichiro felt the rising strength of the Land of the Rising Sun as its Divine Artifact returned.

No longer would they need to rely on Western nations. It was time to hold their heads high and make their own voices heard.

Just thinking about the Kusanagi Sword in his grasp, and that Ye Qiu’s jade pendant was likely now also his, made Ozawa Ichiro’s mood soar to indescribable heights.

"Congratulations, boss, for finding the treasure sword."

"Congratulations, Chairman!"

The five men who had struck Ye Qiu and now stood by Ozawa Ichiro’s side offered their felicitations, delighting in their master’s joy.

Twenty meters away from where Ozawa Ichiro and his men had passed, a hand emerged from the rubble that covered Ye Qiu; he brushed aside the stones and slowly stood up.

Ye Qiu was not dead!

His display of weakness had been but a ploy to extract more information from Ozawa Ichiro, to resolve the doubts in his heart.

Ye Qiu’s rise was silent and unnoticed; Ozawa Ichiro and his entourage were completely unaware that Ye Qiu had suddenly come back to life.

Ye Qiu’s gaze shone like stars in the night sky, bright and brilliant. Ozawa Ichiro had used him to find the Kusanagi Sword and now sought to silence him permanently, a cruelty that was not entirely unexpected.

Even before entering this place, Ye Qiu had anticipated this possibility. Sure enough, once his goal was accomplished, Ozawa Ichiro had shown his true colors, ready to dispose of a no-longer-needed ally.

Ye Qiu was no one’s fool, nor was he willing to be carved up at will. He had endured the attack by the five men precisely for this moment.

With a look akin to determination, Ye Qiu moved, and in the blink of an eye, he had traversed ten meters, concealing his presence without a trace.

"It’s time for me to fight back," Ye Qiu said to himself.

Without needing to look, Ye Qiu could sense the positions of Ozawa Ichiro and his five bodyguards.

His figure flashed again, and within a few breaths, he was behind the six men.

"Kill!"

Ye Qiu uttered quietly, his form even more agile and rapid than a specter. As a dark shadow flitted through the air, too fast to be discerned clearly, he closed in on Ozawa Ichiro.

"Go to hell!"

With a raised fist, True Qi surged, and the attack was launched.

In a sudden shift of wind and cloud, the five men were caught off guard by Ye Qiu’s unexpected reappearance and counterattack. Stunned, they barely had time to react before Ye Qiu’s assault closed in on Ozawa Ichiro.

"My Lord."

As five cries of alarm rang out, Ye Qiu’s fist headed straight for Ozawa Ichiro’s back. His punch was as heavy as a mountain, immensely forceful, yet as light as a feather, effortlessly binding both extremes in a surge that left Ozawa Ichiro’s face ashen with shock.

"You’re actually not dead!" Ozawa Ichiro attempted to turn around to dodge Ye Qiu’s attack.

As Ozawa Ichiro bent and turned, Ye Qiu’s strike missed, but there wasn’t the slightest hint of regret on his face. He swiftly reached out and clamped onto Ozawa Ichiro’s back, and with a fierce yank...

Whoosh!

Ozawa Ichiro felt a weight lift from his back, his face contorting with furious shock as Ye Qiu snatched away his Kusanagi Sword.

Ye Qiu’s goal had not been to kill Ozawa Ichiro with a single blow, but rather to seize the Kusanagi Sword, known as one of the Divine Artifacts of the island nation.

The Kusanagi Sword that he had located was not about to become someone else’s prize. Even if the sword belonged to the island nation, Ye Qiu was not prepared to let Ozawa Ichiro take it away.

Ye Qiu, holding the Kusanagi Sword, flipped in mid-air as the attacks from the five guardian men came at him.

In the mine, the space for tumbling was not large; in an instant, Ye Qiu pressed himself against the cliff’s ceiling, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He slowly drew the sword from its scabbard, and with a ringing sound, as if orioles were singing among the willows, its light and lilting chime entered the ears.

Humming...

The sword tip trembled, as if being reborn into this world, revealing its sharp edge and vibrating with uncontrollable excitement.

Indeed, it was an extraordinary sword!

Although Ye Qiu had no fondness for the Land of the Rising Sun, he had to admit that this sword was remarkable. Holding it felt as though he and the sword were one, able to sense the joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure of the sword itself.

Ye Qiu was no swordsman, yet at this moment, he could feel the joy of the Kusanagi Sword, a joy comparable to that of being reborn after being shrouded in dust for a thousand years.

"Damn it! Once the Kusanagi Sword is drawn, a life must be taken; otherwise, the sword will not return to its scabbard, and the winds will not cease their howling!" Ozawa Ichiro’s face turned seven shades uglier. Ye Qiu was actually holding their nation’s Divine Artifact.

But Ozawa Ichiro’s face turned even uglier shortly afterwards!

Not only was Ye Qiu wielding this sword, but he had also turned it against Ozawa’s five guardians, blatantly using their own weapon against them!

Swish, swish, swish...

Without leaving a trace or ripple, Ye Qiu swiped left and right, and the sword shadow left no mark, only two streaks of cold light passing instantly through two guardians.

Their attacks continued, but their upper bodies separated from their lower halves, one in front of the other. Their eyes were wide open in shock as their attacks, intended for Ye Qiu, followed their upper bodies to the ground.

Such power...

Ye Qiu looked at the sword in disbelief. He hadn’t even infused it with True Qi, yet it already possessed such formidable power. How extraordinary was this sword?

Chopping jade as if it were mud and slicing effortlessly through hair—it truly was a divine weapon!

Ozawa Ichiro was furious. In a blink of an eye, two men had died, and his rage erupted in an instant.

Ye Qiu sneered, not giving Ozawa the chance to come at him.

He immediately took action against the remaining three guardian men.

What did it mean to slice melons and chop vegetables? When the three men attacked together, Ye Qiu proved with the Kusanagi Sword in his hands that killing them was ten times simpler than cutting vegetables.

With a raise and a fall of his arm!

Bang, bang, bang!

Three spurts of blood sprayed; the three men hadn’t yet felt pain when they lost an arm, and this was just the beginning. Ye Qiu’s arm swung up again, and this time, he went straight for their throats.

One sword cut down three lives!

A simultaneous slash, Ai sword, swept across the necks of the three guardians, skimming over them like a dragonfly touching water, so fast that the gleam of the blade was almost invisible. Three heads tumbled to the ground, rolling away like watermelons, unable to comprehend, even in death, how the sword had come to rest on their necks.

Dying with eyes wide open!

All this happened too quickly. From when Ye Qiu killed the first two guardians to when the last three perished, barely three breaths’ time had elapsed, practically the duration of a few blinks, five lives were reaped.

Ozawa Ichiro let out a furious ’Ah!’ His eyes were wide with unprecedented rage.

Five of his most loyal guardians had followed him across thousands of miles to Myanmar, and now, in the twinkling of an eye, they were killed by Ye Qiu, a man he had always looked down upon!

And to die by the Kusanagi Sword, which he valued above all else, made it all the more ironic.

"I will flay you alive!" Ozawa Ichiro came at him, his rage reaching the heavens!