Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 837 - 0837 Cold-blooded! (Second update)

Chapter 837: 0837 Cold-blooded! (Second update)

Sato Tsuru’s evil power is much more intense than that of the several Rashomon Sect powerhouses Ye Qiu had previously eliminated, almost instantly enveloping Ye Qiu in its grasp.

A silent burst of fist strength appeared, striking Ye Qiu’s arms and sending him flying with a single move from Sato Tsuru.

"Hmph, weren’t you the one suppressing Japan’s martial arts world by yourself? Is this all the strength you’ve got?" Sato Tsuru sneered, relishing the sensation of immense power. Before, when he wasn’t a Martial Artist, he needed bodyguards for protection during travel. But ever since he met his master and was granted tremendous strength, Sato Tsuru became a completely different person.

He has fought several times within Japan against martial artists, thoroughly suppressing anyone who didn’t bow down to the Rashomon Sect, all without the need for the Sect Leader to act.

This forged Sato Tsuru’s strength, allowing him to accomplish what he would have never dared to dream of before. Facing those in the martial arts community, he acted without trace of caution; anyone who displeased him would be eliminated with a single move.

Even after entering China several times to expand the Rashomon Sect and being obstructed by the martial community, he continued to slaughter gods and Buddhas in his way, until the martial community dared not speak out and gave up trying to stop him.

"Ye Qiu, aren’t you very strong? You said earlier that you could handle me with just one finger. Now, it seems you can’t even block one move; how ridiculous," said Sato Tsuru as his punch sent Ye Qiu flying, which greatly lifted his spirits. The man he was once wary and afraid of was also having a day where he could be blasted away.

Sato Tsuru was in self-congratulation when he suddenly heard his master’s voice ringing in his ear: "Be careful."

Sato Tsuru watched as Ye Qiu slowly stood up. He patted the dirt off his body, twisted his neck slightly, and said lightly, "Is that all the strength you have? It’s not even enough to tickle me."

"All talk, no action," Sato Tsuru pummeled with both fists, countless fist shadows imbued with evil power pounding into Ye Qiu’s body. He couldn’t believe that Ye Qiu could withstand the strength granted by his master.

Ye Qiu didn’t fight back, merely allowing the evil power to surge violently within him.

"Getting interesting now, put in a little more effort," Ye Qiu said with a grin after standing up once again after a while.

Unaware of Ye Qiu’s trickery, Sato Tsuru snorted, "Pretending nothing’s wrong? Let’s see how long you can last."

As he spoke, the evil power under Sato Tsuru’s control split into two streams, directly piercing Ye Qiu’s body.

Like an indomitable cockroach that couldn’t be killed, Ye Qiu showed no signs of pain, but instead a face of enjoyment, taunting, "Come on, you’re not putting in enough effort."

Seeing Ye Qiu in this state nearly drove Sato Tsuru to explode with rage. He had thought that with his overwhelming power he would have Ye Qiu crawling on the ground looking for his teeth, but no matter how much he attacked, he couldn’t kill him. The continuous taunts drove Sato Tsuru out of his rational mind.

The middle-aged man had been watching Ye Qiu closely. Although he hadn’t made a move, he was observing Ye Qiu, especially the fact that nothing happened when the evil power entered his body, which brought a serious expression to his face.

Yet, he did not stop Sato Tsuru’s frenzied attack, as he was quite curious about Ye Qiu, wanting to know how long this young man could last.

As Ye Qiu continuously absorbed the evil power, transforming it into droplets of spiritual power that flowed into his spirit river, he kept being blasted away by Sato Tsuru. This scene continuously played out.

With a large portion of the evil power expended, Sato Tsuru realized something was off with Ye Qiu. In his previous encounters, any opponent who had been subject to the evil power would quickly show signs of agony. But Ye Qiu, in front of him, kept rising resiliently, chiding him for his lack of strength and urging him to exert all his might.

Sato Tsuru was like a red-eyed nemesis, his dozens of attacks fruitless, driving him into greater fury and rage.

Sato Tsuru’s frenzied attacks turned the evil power into powerful waves that destroyed the surrounding trees and even blasted huge craters in the road in front of the Maple Villa.

The gatekeeper, having heard the commotion outside, had already run out, only to see Sato Tsuru wrapped in evil power, looking like a dark, demonic god, which scared him into fainting on the spot.

"Die!"

After a hundred frenzied attacks, Ye Qiu was simply a punching bag in Sato Tsuru’s eyes, with punches and kicks flying. Ye Qiu took them without fighting back, like duckweed on the sea, drifting with the waves of the assault, his body bobbing up and down with Sato Tsuru’s attacks until Sato Tsuru was panting with exhaustion and stopped his movements. Only then did Ye Qiu finally halt as well.

With his eyes closed, a glint of golden light soon shot from them. Battling the evil power was indeed a refreshing experience; his spiritual power had surged tremendously after absorbing a vast amount of evil power. If his spiritual power was like a river before, it had now become a raging torrent.

"This is impossible!"

Sato Tsuru saw Ye Qiu smile at him, signaling him to continue, a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

"The Master’s power is invincible; it’s impossible that you’re unscathed. You’re grievously wounded, on the brink of death—why do you appear to be completely unharmed?"

Sato Tsuru roared.

Ye Qiu merely shook his hands: "I told you, your strength is insufficient, you can’t hurt me. Even if I stood here and let you hit me, you would not be able to leave a scratch. The reality proves I am right. Even though you became a Martial Artist and gained strength, you are still very weak in my eyes, defeating you with just a finger would already be giving you too much credit."

Ye Qiu’s words were like a knife, cutting deep into the heart with every sentence. The man who killed his father was right in front of him, yet no matter how he tried, he couldn’t kill him. Sato Tsuru’s spirits were at an ultimate low.

"I don’t believe it."

"You are deceiving me."

Sato Tsuru launched another attack, this time with all his might. Every move was a strike of Lei Ting, which, if it hit those Martial Artists in the martial arts world, would kill with a single blow.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After the smoke settled, Ye Qiu was still bouncing around lively in front of him.

Seeing this, Sato Tsuru had to admit a fact, perhaps he really had not injured Ye Qiu in the slightest.

How can this guy be so strong?

From the start till now, it had always been Sato Tsuru who was making the moves. Now with Sato Tsuru running out of strength, Ye Qiu spoke indifferently: "It’s my turn."

Sato Tsuru’s heart tightened as Ye Qiu suddenly stretched out a finger, poking directly at him.

Thud!

Immediately, Sato Tsuru’s fist that was raised to block was pierced through by Ye Qiu’s finger, leaving a hole right through the center of his palm.

Sato Tsuru understood the true terror of Ye Qiu and realized he was no match, he quickly called out to his Master for help.

"Master, please make your move."

Sato Tsuru shouted, yet in his eyes, the middle-aged man did not move an inch, he didn’t even shift his stance.

"Master..."

Sato Tsuru saw the indifferent expression on the middle-aged man’s face, he couldn’t understand why his Master was watching him with eyes open, as he was about to be killed by Ye Qiu.

Pfft!

Ye Qiu’s finger touched Sato Tsuru’s chest, not penetrating deeply, but Sato Tsuru’s mouth sprayed blood wildly. This finger had shattered his internal organs.

"Master..." Sato Tsuru looked reluctantly at the middle-aged man, blood spitting from his mouth.

"Die in peace, I will kill him for you!" the middle-aged man said slowly.

Sato Tsuru didn’t expect the middle-aged man to be so cold-blooded, not even a trace of sorrow could be seen on his face as he was on the verge of death.