Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 592 - 0593 One Step, One Kill! (Second Update)

Chapter 592: 0593 One Step, One Kill! (Second Update)

Twenty shadows surrounded and attacked, trapping Ye Qiu in the center.

These people had once served Bai Yi of the Valley, but after Bai Yi was killed by Ye Qiu, they joined the Qingkou Group. Bearing a grudge, old and new, they all lurked here with a determination to die, in order to assassinate Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu suddenly displayed an overwhelming aura, pressing the people around him to continuously retreat and not daring to approach.

Ye Qiu slowly advanced, and the twenty men who had already been suppressed into a circle did not dare to retreat any further; to do so would mean losing the courage to engage with Ye Qiu.

Whoosh... The first one to strike charged forward and took a swipe at Ye Qiu with a knife.

Moreover, this person’s strength was not weak, possessing the power of late-stage True Qi, with the knife’s force sharp enough to surprise Ye Qiu.

"Not weak..." Ye Qiu appraised in his mind, thinking that before breaking through to the legendary realm, he would have had to exert a considerable amount of strength to counter this move.

However, now, Ye Qiu remained unmoved, letting the opponent’s blade land on his chest.

The man had not expected Ye Qiu not to block at all, but seeing his own knife hit Ye Qiu still greatly lifted his spirits, shouting, "Die, in revenge for Lord Gu Shan."

Ye Qiu’s shoulders trembled left and right, and in an instant, the blade sprang back, with such force that it flew out of the attacker’s hand, leaving his palm bloodied and mangled.

Thud!

Ye Qiu took a large step forward, and the man was instantly sent flying by Ye Qiu’s blow, spitting blood and landing motionless on the ground.

Seeing this, the others felt a chill strike them.

"Kill, for Lord Gu Shan’s revenge."

The remaining men brandished their knives, and as Ye Qiu walked and raised his hand, shadows were continuously knocked flying.

To Ye Qiu, the attacks of these people were like children wielding slightly sharp toys; they posed no real threat to him. From beginning to end, Ye Qiu had fought with only one hand, beating everyone down to lie on the ground, at the very least gravely injured.

In less than ten breaths, the third line of assassins collapsed.

Ye Qiu continued down the mountain.

The fourth wave of assassinations came; Ye Qiu noticed among these people were also some foreign experts.

Assassins!

Ye Qiu was slightly surprised, the martial arts world of Japan even hired international assassins to deal with him; they really were sparing no expense.

But who was Ye Qiu? A man standing at the top of the food chain in the world of assassins, ’the King of Assassins’, whom he had personally defeated—one by one. These present assassins, in his eyes, their methods were quite unremarkable.

"In terms of killing techniques, you still have a long way to go... But, since you’ve come to be killed, let me show you what true killing techniques are!"

A cold light flickered in the corner of Ye Qiu’s eyes. Encountering assassins, he would not show any mercy. Immediately, his figure dashed out explosively, and in an instant, stones and dirt erupted behind him while the snow under his feet was cast about wildly. The pupils of the numerous assassins before him shrank.

They felt themselves locked on by the man in an instant.

Not good!

The first assassin targeted by Ye Qiu had just raised his dagger when Ye Qiu took him down with ghost-like speed, slicing through his throat with a sword.

The Kusanagi Sword’s tip dripped a drop of blood, as he smiled at the remaining assassins and then abruptly lunged forward once more. Wielding the Kusanagi Sword, he charged through the battlefield, causing snowflakes to flutter and blood to stain the onset of summer.

Ye Qiu was too terrifying. With every move and every step, he killed one person. Each slash was decisive, like a butcher in the dark night, a reaper of lives. Nearly thirty top-tier assassins were almost entirely slaughtered by Ye Qiu.

The last assassin left was from the Qingkou Group. By now, he had already lost any thought of attacking Ye Qiu. His heart had been terrorized by Ye Qiu’s killings, filled with fear.

Swish!

The sole remaining assassin attempted to flee, but Ye Qiu flicked a stone with his sword, and with a sweep, the stone whistled through the air, piercing through the assassin’s forehead.

He died instantly.

With the fifth and sixth assassination attempts failed, Ye Qiu had already arrived at the mid-level of the mountain slope.

By this time, the news of six continuous assassination failures naturally had spread early to the foot of the mountain.

"My lord need not worry. With a total of twelve assassination lines, I don’t believe Ye Qiu can come down alive and unscathed," Sato Eno said with a smile.

Although he was secretly amazed at Ye Qiu’s bravery and invincibility, he had made ample preparations for the entrapment and assassination of Ye Qiu, and was confident of killing Ye Qiu absolutely, even without a peerless expert in charge.

This was Japanese territory, and if Ye Qiu could easily leave alive here, the Japanese martial world might have to stay dormant in this corner forever.

The failure of the first six assassination attempts was just that, a failure—it was merely the weakest forces sent by the Aokuchi group and the Imperial Household.

The real show was at the seventh line, and the several lines beyond, which were Sato Eno’s reason for daring to stand at the foot of the mountain.

Once he reached the mid-levels, Ye Qiu sensed that something was amiss; even the air had become tense.

A scent of danger.

Ye Qiu smelled it, then suddenly, he felt a dazzling light in front of him as something glittering passed by.

It was at that moment that a flying knife shot towards his face.

Ye Qiu turned his head and dodged the flying knife, but it wasn’t just one. Dozens more came shooting at him.

Ye Qiu waved the Kusanagi Sword, blocking all the flying knives in front of him, his brow furrowed, he couldn’t see any figures for the blinding light had obscured his vision.

It was as if the flying knives had appeared out of thin air.

At the foot of Mount Fuji.

"The seventh line of assassination is composed of ten high-level ninjas trained by our Imperial Household, which should be enough to stop him," a royal man said confidently.

"A high-level ninja, in favorable geographical conditions, can sometimes be even stronger than a legendary Martial Artist, capable of exerting five hundred percent power. With ten such ninjas at the seventh line, I want to see how he’ll cope!" Sato Eno added.

At the base of Mount Fuji, a large number of personnel from the Aokuchi group and the Imperial Household gathered, and to accommodate a battle between Martial Artists, Japan even closed Mount Fuji to tourism and temporarily shut off roads leading to the mountain.

Ye Qiu’s ascent of Mount Fuji had caused a huge stir in Japan’s martial world. To many people’s surprise, he had indeed come alone.

In order to witness this arrogant martial artist from Huaxia, many martial artists in Japan’s martial world rushed towards Mount Fuji.

Some had already arrived early but stood quietly at the base of the mountain. From there to the mid-levels, numerous experts had been arranged to eliminate Ye Qiu. Everyone could see that Ye Qiu alone had attracted the attention of nearly all the experts in Japan’s martial world.

Many even referred to this day as a special day in Japan’s martial world, as nearly the entire martial community gathered at the base of Mount Fuji because of one Huaxia man.

Ninjas...

Ye Qiu finally discerned the identity of those hiding in the darkness. A smokescreen enveloped the area around him; he couldn’t help but sneer—these ninjas actually thought they could conceal themselves with smoke. He looked at the Kusanagi Sword in his hand.

It was time to give them a taste of their own medicine.

Ye Qiu immediately activated the mist of the Kusanagi Sword.

While the hidden ninjas thought the smoke helped them to conceal better, suddenly, they realized that their target, Ye Qiu, had disappeared.

Swish...

As a ninja searched for Ye Qiu’s silhouette, all at once, he felt a chill at his throat and saw his own blood spurting out.

His eyes were wide open, staring in disbelief as Ye Qiu suddenly appeared before him; he collapsed, dying with his eyes still open.

The ninjas had intended to stay hidden but were pre-emptively concealed by Ye Qiu, who immediately launched a counterassault.

The remaining nine high-level ninjas instinctively felt a shift in their positions, as if they had become the targets of the assassination.