Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 577 - 0578 Too Late (First Update)

Chapter 577: 0578 Too Late (First Update)

Outskirts.

Two figures swiftly moved away from the urban area, gradually distancing themselves from the brightly-lit spots.

Liusheng Xuzhu followed behind, walking leisurely. At this moment, he was merely a spectator, for if one were to consider Ye Qiu’s current strength, there was a real possibility he could kill the careless Akagi Gen.

However, Miyamoto Ryūmu had learned his lesson and should now treat Ye Qiu seriously, unlikely to be injured easily again.

Ye Qiu’s body had acquired several more scars, all of which were fist marks from Miyamoto Ryūmu, blurring his flesh and blood.

Ye Qiu utilized the power of the Black Flame, focusing his mind, continuously parrying Miyamoto Ryūmu’s relentless attacks.

In a test of strength, Miyamoto Ryūmu of the Legendary realm had a natural advantage. Comparatively, Ye Qiu was somewhat at a disadvantage. After all, his Black Flame power was depleting bit by bit. Wanting to rapidly recover by absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth required time, something Miyamoto Ryūmu would not just stand by and provide.

The two fought and moved, causing sand to fly and stones to scatter. The ground crumbled wherever they went, leaving a trail of dust behind.

Soon, they fought their way to the foot of a mountain. Looming behind them were continuous peaks belonging to the Changbai offshoot. Under the moonlight, only the hazy outlines of the mountains were visible.

All was silent until the clash of their energies shattered the quiet of the Dark Night Forest. Birds and other wildlife scattered in panic.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Miyamoto Ryūmu’s fists broke seven or eight trees in succession, which fell to the ground with a crash. Ye Qiu barely dodged, using the terrain to put some distance between them and Miyamoto Ryūmu.

"This day next year will be your memorial day. There’s no escape for you,"

Miyamoto Ryūmu bellowed, ignoring all obstacles before him as he charged forward with his fists, unstoppable.

Ye Qiu’s shoulders shook as he began to counterattack. His injuries had healed significantly, though this was only temporary. The superficial damage was repaired, but for now, this allowed him to exert a bit more strength.

The terrain sloped upward. Miyamoto Ryūmu, like a rampaging dragon, struck mercilessly wherever he went, knocking down everything in his path.

The ground was a mess of branches, mud, and broken stones mixed together.

Ye Qiu retreated, standing on a higher spot on the slope. He swung his fist, suddenly not retreating but advancing, his momentum greatly increasing.

The power of the Black Flame clashed abruptly with Miyamoto Ryūmu’s legendary strength. Ye Qiu’s fist was forced slightly back, as if his power was being pushed back at him.

Ye Qiu swiftly dodged a punch, then quickly spun around, transforming his fist into a large hammer which he slammed into Miyamoto Ryūmu’s shoulder.

Miyamoto Ryūmu’s eyes narrowed, his reaction swift. He immediately raised his hand to block, then with a fluid motion, he drew Ye Qiu in, dissipating his power and secretly kicking, striking Ye Qiu in the abdomen fiercely.

Whoosh...

Ye Qiu was disadvantaged by the kick and injured.

His body slammed into a large tree and stopped.

The branches shook violently, and Ye Qiu coughed dryly. The kick had been fierce, almost hitting his Dantian.

Miyamoto Ryūmu was in surprisingly good form, with every move at its peak unlike his initial underestimation and carelessness.

Once a strong opponent got serious and calmed his mind, his terror index skyrocketed.

Ye Qiu wiped his cheek, grappling with Miyamoto Ryūmu revealing the difficulty of fighting across levels. This master from Japan had surpassed the mid-stage of the Legendary realm in strength, his speed, power, and alertness frighteningly strong.

Yet this wasn’t what worried Ye Qiu the most; rather, it was Liusheng Xuzhu, who had yet to take action and was merely watching the fight.

According to Daoist Qian Zhen, Liusheng Xuzhu was even more formidable than Miyamoto Ryūmu, undoubtedly the strongest among the three great generals.

So, Ye Qiu’s plan was to finish off Miyamoto Ryūmu first and then deal with Liusheng Xuzhu last.

Ye Qiu’s gaze shifted, and he drew the Kusanagi Sword, no longer engaging fist to fist with his opponent.

Clang...

The sword sung to the night sky, a streak of cold light flashed!

Ye Qiu caressed his sword, speaking from afar, "Akagi Gen died by this very sword. Some say this sword is a Divine Artifact of your country, Japan."

"Using your Japanese Divine Artifact to slay your Japanese Martial Artist, isn’t that interesting!"

Miyamoto Ryūmu’s gaze shifted as he had heard that the Divine Artifact was obtained by Ye Qiu. Seeing the Kusanagi Sword in Ye Qiu’s hands, he couldn’t help but show a hint of desire to possess it.

The Kusanagi Sword was extraordinary, having left countless legends in Japan. In those days, a certain noble was said to have used the Kusanagi Sword to slay Mo Huoluan and pacified the realm, thus the Kusanagi Sword was considered a Divine Artifact of Japan, consecrated in a single dynasty.

Miyamoto Ryūmu’s emotions were completely devoid of the intensity that Yoshioka Yasusuke, standing behind him, displayed.

The Kusanagi Sword!

Yoshioka Yasusuke’s body trembled. As a member of the Yoshioka family, who cherished swords as life itself, their most sacred sword was the Kusanagi Sword.

And now, that sword was not far from him. He felt an explosive excitement rising deep within his bones.

"This sword is mine!"

Pressing down his excitement, Yoshioka Yasusuke’s gaze settled on Ye Qiu, who had, in his eyes, already been a dead man, with the Kusanagi Sword being the only thing that mattered.

"Miyamoto, I give you a hundred moments to deal with him. If you can’t kill him, I will take action," Yoshioka Yasusuke’s voice faintly reached Miyamoto Ryūmu’s ears.

Miyamoto Ryūmu’s eyes narrowed, "I know you want the Kusanagi Sword. I will help you kill him and seize it. You don’t need a hundred moments, fifty will be enough!"

With the Kusanagi Sword revealed, both Miyamoto Ryūmu and Yoshioka Yasusuke were supremely excited, their eyes filled with a covetous desire.

Miyamoto Ryūmu planned to finish off Ye Qiu within fifty moments, certainly intending to use all his power.

Ye Qiu’s face remained expressionless. He had anticipated this scene. The Kusanagi Sword in his hands would not leave any Japanese Martial Artist indifferent—a Divine Artifact from Japanese legend, even the most virtuous could not remain utterly calm.

Fifty moments!

As Miyamoto Ryūmu spoke, Ye Qiu knew if he would succeed or not within those fifty moments. Otherwise, the stronger Yoshioka Yasusuke would act, potentially complicating the battlefield.

"You want to kill me, but I also desire to kill you," Ye Qiu made the first move.

The longsword rose, enveloped in mist. Yoshioka Yasusuke’s expression changed as he exclaimed, "The Mist of the Kusanagi Sword. Truly, it is undoubtedly a Divine Artifact."

Miyamoto Ryūmu’s eyes filled with lethal intent, and he charged forward, countering the sword with his fist.

"Hmph, do you think your flesh can compare to your Divine Artifact?" Seeing this, Ye Qiu couldn’t help but sneer. With no fancy sword moves, he flicked his wrist, and the sword tip buzzed—the Kusanagi Sword vibrated its blade, aiming straight for Miyamoto Ryūmu’s chest.

"Do you think I’d be foolish enough to block it with my body? You’re too young, not knowing my methods." Unexpectedly, Miyamoto Ryūmu didn’t confront the Kusanagi Sword directly; he threw a punch deliberately off target. Only then did Ye Qiu realize the other was trying to break his wrist and seize the Kusanagi Sword.

"Now is the time!"

Just as Miyamoto Ryūmu’s palm was about to strike Ye Qiu’s wrist, a cold voice from Ye Qiu reached his ears, hinting at a premeditated plan.

"Not good..." Miyamoto Ryūmu instinctively realized the danger, his heart skipping a beat, preparing to retreat immediately.

Ye Qiu’s eyes flickered. Now, thinking of fleeing? Too late!

"Flood Dragon Devil Fist, second form, Flood Dragon Ascending to the Heavens!" Ye Qiu announced, shocking both heaven and earth. A black dragon suddenly appeared, swiftly wrapping around and trapping Miyamoto Ryūmu, soaring skyward.

Miyamoto Ryūmu struggled instinctively, but at that moment, the black dragon tightly bound him, ascending to the heavens.

Ye Qiu looked up, his feet slightly buckling under him, his pale face breaking into a smile: "This thunderclap tonight, I fear, will awaken many others."

Yoshioka Yasusuke’s expression drastically changed. Just as he was about to act, he saw in the sky the black dragon burst apart in an instant, the whole world flashing as if experiencing a brief daylight.

Blood and flesh rained from the sky, Yoshioka Yasusuke clenched his teeth and roared in pain, "Miyamoto..."

Alas, Miyamoto Ryūmu was no longer among the living, his body literally torn to pieces!

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