Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 364 - 0363 wiped out

Chapter 364: 0363 wiped out

"He who kills, shall be killed!"

Ye Qiu held the Kusanagi Sword, and his presence was ennobled with the handsome aura of a gentleman wielding a blade.

The Kusanagi Sword, double-edged with a groove running down the center, had slain five individuals without a single drop of blood clinging to it, as if it were a new sword freshly forged from the furnace.

Ozawa Ichiro’s demeanor was ferocious, and in his anger, his True Qi turned exceedingly turbulent, like a wild wind whipping through the mine tunnel.

Ye Qiu advanced with his sword drawn, feeling the pleasure of the blade thirsting for blood. It seemed to be a demonic sword that grew increasingly sharp with the more blood it saw.

Shua shua!

The sword’s cold light shone, illuminating the mine.

When Ozawa Ichiro attacked, he was forced to retreat because of the sharp edge of the Kusanagi Sword. The sharpness of this national Divine Artifact was beyond imagination, and not daring to meet it head-on, he could only dodge for the time being.

But he was still a fraction too slow, and Ye Qiu shaved off a lock of his hair.

"Give me back my sword!" Ozawa Ichiro was immensely frustrated. What was clearly a Divine weapon of their nation of the rising sun was in Ye Qiu’s hands, and now being used against him, making Ozawa Ichiro feel an unbearable urge to vomit blood.

Ozawa Ichiro was determined to snatch back the Kusanagi Sword and kill Ye Qiu to quell the hatred in his heart.

With a whoosh... Ozawa Ichiro attacked again.

The two fought their way back into a spacious cavern, which allowed for the full extent of their moves. Ozawa Ichiro’s attacks were varied and quick. By Ye Qiu’s estimation, his martial prowess was a notch higher than his own—a late-stage peak of the True Qi realm!

Through continuous engagement with Ozawa Ichiro, Ye Qiu recognized that this man from the island nation was frighteningly skilled.

The significant gap between the late stage and the peak of the True Qi realm made Ye Qiu acutely aware of the difference in their abilities.

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief, grateful that he had seized the Kusanagi Sword first. Otherwise, had Ozawa Ichiro been wielding it against him, it would have been Ye Qiu in grave danger.

At the same time, Ye Qiu’s thoughts firmed even further. In his opinion, the Kusanagi Sword must not return to the island nation, for if it were to fall into the hands of their masters, it would spell a difficult battle for the Chinese martial arts community.

Ye Qiu kept swinging his sword, managing Ozawa Ichiro and gaining a considerable upper hand. Ozawa Ichiro dared not clash directly with the Kusanagi Sword, knowing a strike from it would cause severe injury.

Ye Qiu wasn’t in a hurry to deliver a killing blow, facing inevitable sharp attacks; he might counter with a sword strike, while for other techniques, he engaged Ozawa Ichiro head-on when appropriate.

Ozawa Ichiro’s prolonged assault was to no avail against Ye Qiu’s defense, which was watertight, giving no openings.

Yet he didn’t give up. With the Kusanagi Sword in sight, he was willing to gamble his life to take it back.

In Ozawa Ichiro’s mind, he knew that Ye Qiu’s realm was inferior to his own, and despite Ye Qiu’s assistance from the Kusanagi Sword, it was impossible to deal with him in a short time.

Nonetheless, Ozawa Ichiro was not in a rush. His emotions, having been through numerous exchanges, had become much more rational. Since he couldn’t defeat Ye Qiu quickly, he would aim to wear Ye Qiu down.

While the Kusanagi Sword was exceedingly sharp, able to break through any defense, its wielder couldn’t use it indefinitely.

The Kusanagi Sword was not a mere blade, but a national Divine Artifact, far from as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Having a much deeper understanding of the Kusanagi Sword than Ye Qiu, Ozawa Ichiro had a clear strategy, and his attacks became systematic, slowly draining Ye Qiu’s True Qi.

"You will surely die by my hand," Ozawa Ichiro started to launch his verbal offensive, and his words seemed to carry magic power as they came through once more.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiu immediately realized Ozawa Ichiro’s deceit and instinctively sealed his ears with True Qi, disregarding his opponent’s words.

Seeing Ye Qiu blocking his ears, Ozawa Ichiro couldn’t help but sneer. If this method could defeat his hypnotic attack, then he would have not merited his status as a peak late-stage True Qi realm expert.

"Naive."

Ozawa Ichiro sneered and began to utter slowly, circling Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu’s expression changed; True Qi was ineffective against such an attack. His opponent’s words were like invisible Spiritual Imprints, striking directly at the heart. Merely closing the ears had no significant effect.

Soon, Ye Qiu realized the nature of the attack—it was a psychological one, deceptively couched in simple verbal persuasion, but every word from Ozawa Ichiro contained a trace of spiritual power, invisibly striking at Ye Qiu’s soul.

This was the first time Ye Qiu had encountered such a tactic. Previously, he had been led by Ozawa Ichiro to find the Kusanagi Sword. However, now prepared, he would not let himself fall under the other’s control again.

Ye Qiu bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, instantly becoming more alert. The pain in his tongue, stimulating his nerves, helped him concentrate better and not fall for Ozawa Ichiro’s tricks so easily.

In the mine, his figure flickered continuously, and the surrounding boulders were shattered, raining down countless pieces of ore that glowed with a green light.

These chunks of green jade were of excellent quality, but at that moment, in the hearts of the two combatants, these were mere distractions, not worth a thought.

The battle between the two was evenly matched, with Ye Qiu being one minor realm below his opponent, but with the help of the Kusanagi Sword, he could fight on equal terms with Ozawa Ichiro.

As time ticked away, Ye Qiu felt the bloodthirsty intent of the Kusanagi Sword in his hand grow stronger, along with an irritation in his heart, alarming him greatly.

The sword was acting up!

This sudden inexplicable emotion made Ye Qiu realize he could no longer afford to waste time with his opponent. He had a feeling that if he continued, he himself might fall at the hands of this sword.

Having expended half of his True Qi, Ye Qiu was certain that he needed to resolve the fight quickly.

Ozawa Ichiro sneered, noticing that something was off with Ye Qiu and guessing that the side effects of the Kusanagi Sword had begun.

Ye Qiu quickened his swordplay. Each stroke emitted a cold gleam and every Sword Qi sliced through the air, cutting through anything in its path.

Ozawa Ichiro retreated once more. He was not in a hurry because his opportunity was about to arise. All he needed was to wear down Ye Qiu a little longer, and eventually, the Kusanagi Sword would return to his hands.

Ye Qiu closed his eyes, his mind becoming empty and serene as a mountain valley. An image of a martial technique flickered in his mind; it was the second move of his self-created Eagle Snake Xuan Hand.

With meditation, Ye Qiu mobilized his True Qi, executing the second move of the Eagle Snake Xuan Hand.

Hawk-Serpent Double Dance!

In an instant, the sound of the sword echoed with the cry of an eagle and the hiss of a snake...

The True Qi followed the circulation pattern of the Hawk-Serpent Double Dance, erupting through the Kusanagi Sword.

Two enormous shadows leaped from the sword, streaking towards Ozawa Ichiro like lightning.

Ozawa Ichiro hadn’t been particularly cautious before, his intent solely to outlast the enemy. But when shadows of the hawk and the serpent emerged from the Kusanagi Sword, Ozawa Ichiro’s heart skipped a beat, sensing imminent danger.

At that moment, Ozawa Ichiro, being at the peak of the late stage of the True Qi realm, felt a reluctance to face this attack and the urge to turn tail and run.

But Ozawa Ichiro did not run. Ye Qiu’s attack did not come from the Kusanagi Sword itself, and he did not believe the two shadows could harm him.

Ozawa Ichiro threw a punch, his fist booming forward with a force capable of shattering mountains and rivers.

Crash...

Ozawa Ichiro was shocked; his fist did not crush everything as expected. Instead, the hawk and serpent bypassed his fist and shot directly towards him. The giant hawk pecked at one of his eyes, while the huge serpent coiled around his arms.

Ye Qiu’s eyes flashed, recognizing a perfect opportunity. Without hesitation, he closed the distance, brushing past Ozawa Ichiro in an instant.

Ye Qiu landed softly, raising his left hand to sheathe the blade smoothly back into its scabbard.

"Remember, in your next life, do not stand against the people of Huaxia!"

Ozawa Ichiro wanted to retort, but alas, his abdomen was bleeding profusely. That one sword strike had pierced through his stomach.

With a thud...

Ozawa Ichiro could not utter a word as he fell to the ground, lifeless in an instant!

Ye Qiu sat on the ground, somewhat drained, looking at Ozawa Ichiro’s corpse, hardly believing he had killed a martial artist at the peak of the late True Qi stage.

Including the five guards he had killed earlier, Ozawa Ichiro and his six men were all exterminated by Ye Qiu!