't bring anything when coming to your own home! This is not something to repeat in the future!" Seeing this young man who was neither servile nor overbearing but rather polite and respectful, General...Chapter 659: Fierce Battle (Part 2)
Xiao Yu's right hand, holding the dagger, was trembling slightly. Steam-like vapor was escaping from his nostrils and mouth, while his chest rose and fell rapidly. Blood dripped down his knife.
Turning to Wuzang Ichiro, he appeared even more disheveled than Xiao Yu. The Japanese sword in his hand was reduced to just a hilt, and his face was flushed red. The broken pieces of the sword were nowhere to be seen.
A gaping wound on Wuzang Ichiro's chest was bleeding profusely, dripping down onto his clothes and then onto the ground. His expression was one of sheer terror as he stared at Xiao Yu. He hadn't expected this outcome; believing that with his Master-level cultivation, killing Xiao Yu would be a piece of cake. Yet, in the end, he was injured by Xiao Yu's straightforward confrontation.
The blow to him could not have been greater. Although Xiao Yu also looked disheveled, Wuzang Ichiro knew that their clash had not caused any real damage to Xiao Yu.
However, this wasn't the case for himself. If he hadn't retreated half a step in his moment of peril, Xiao Yu's dagger would have pierced through his heart. Even now, he was seriously injured.
Even though this strike didn't take his life, it shattered his confidence. He could feel that during their confrontation just now, Xiao Yu had not employed any cultivation techniques at all but simply engaged in a direct clash.
A young man like Xiao Yu managed to give him such a hard blow purely through sheer force. Besides anger, he also felt fear. He knew the hardships and struggles it took for him to reach this Master-level stage, so seeing that Xiao Yu had injured him with nothing but straightforward fighting techniques made him feel hesitant about continuing.
If Wuzang Ichiro hadn't reached his breakthrough, he might have still recklessly clashed with Xiao Yu. But now, having achieved a breakthrough and still harboring unresolved grudges, as the number one martial artist of Japan with unlimited power at his disposal, why would he fight to the death against Xiao Yu
Thus, seeing that Xiao Yu managed to injure him without resorting to any cultivation techniques made Wuzang Ichiro's thoughts turn towards retreat.
He clearly sensed that Xiao Yu was not as powerful as himself, yet he had been injured. It seemed all this was due to the secrets of China!
Pondering over it, he realized that if he were to fight against Xiao Yu now, apart from avenging his father's death, there was also hope for him to obtain Chinese secret techniques, which would greatly benefit both himself and his nation.
Seeing Xiao Yu staring at him intently, Wuzang Ichiro suddenly roared and threw the hilt of his sword as if it were a lightning bolt towards Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu saw the approaching knife handle and dodged it with a flash, but when he turned back after evading it, he found that Musashi Ichirou had already run far away.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Yu was momentarily stunned. His flesh body was actually no longer capable of fighting; Musashi Ichirou, being a master-level expert, had drained all the strength and righteous energy from him in those moments.
However, since he cultivated righteous energy, Musashi Ichirou couldn't tell how weak Xiao Yu's body had become. Otherwise, another strike would have shattered Xiao Yu's flesh body to pieces.
Xiao Yu did not show any signs of urgency when he saw Musashi Ichirou fleeing with afterimages; instead, he slowly closed his eyes.
Xiao Yu knew that with his speed, it was impossible to catch up to Musashi Ichirou. However, Xiao Yu still had another ace in the hole—the yin soul. When Xiao Yu's flesh body could no longer fight, he planned to use his yin soul; after all, he couldn't just watch helplessly as his body was destroyed.
But before he could do so, Musashi Ichirou had already fled far away.
Xiao Yu's yin soul instantly emerged from his flesh body and vanished with a flash. When it reappeared, it floated ahead of Musashi Ichirou.
It was worth noting that no matter how formidable or fast Musashi Ichirou was, he still had to rely on his physical body to run; however, Xiao Yu's yin soul was different. Without the constraints of a flesh body, it was even more powerful than his physical form, hence its speed could be described as light-speed.
While Musashi Ichirou was sprinting, he suddenly sensed an immense aura ahead, which made his soul feel shivers.
So when he felt this aura in front of him, he abruptly stopped and looked at the direction with fear. But there was nothing to be seen; however, Musashi Ichirou could sense that the source of the aura causing his soul to tremble was floating above him.
"Who is it Show yourself!!"
After steadying his mind, Musashi Ichirou glared into the air where Xiao Yu's yin soul resided and roared.
Xiao Yu's yin soul was hovering in mid-air. Upon hearing Musashi Ichirou's roar, it flashed to reveal its form.
"Is it you"
When Musashi Ichiro saw the figure suddenly appearing in mid-air, his expression immediately revealed surprise. He looked at Xiao Yu floating in mid-air and then turned to look at the figure standing on the pier far away, revealing a hint of confusion in his eyes, but he quickly recovered. At this moment, he remembered another identity of Xiao Yu.
“Musashi, if you tell me about Zhao Lingyun, I will spare your life!!!”
The ghostly presence of Xiao Yu looked at Musashi Ichiro and said in a deep voice. Xiao Yu’s voice was like thunder, carrying an oppressive pressure that echoed throughout the area. At this moment, the ghostly figure of Xiao Yu floating in mid-air appeared god-like.
After hearing Xiao Yu's words and seeing his airborne silhouette, although he was amazed by the two appearances of Xiao Yu at present, he knew it wasn't the time to be surprised. If he hadn't been injured before, he might have dared to take a gamble against such an eerie scene, but after being defeated by Xiao Yu’s physical body, he had even less confidence in dealing with Xiao Yu's ghost.
Although he didn’t think he could defeat Xiao Yu in this state, he believed that such a Xiao Yu couldn't do much to him either. After all, the methods used by those yin-yang masters he met before were almost ineffective against him.
Therefore, after Musashi Ichiro hesitated for a while, he ignored what Xiao Yu had said and sped forward.
In his later phase of force transformation stage, those spirit servants of the yin-yang masters became ineffective towards him. Now that he has reached the realm of master, such state of Xiao Yu was no different from how Chinese cultivators control ghosts using yin-yang methods. After all, he couldn’t see those spirit servants either, which was similar to Xiao Yu’s just-appeared invisible state, except without the intense feeling given by Xiao Yu now.
However, his cultivation level wasn't comparable anymore, so he didn't worry too much. He was the first legendary figure in Japan to enter the realm of master; probably no one could match him at this stage! His father had gone to Japan for ten years but hadn’t seen anyone who reached the realm of master, not even on Chinese Wudang and Shaolin.
Xiao Yu’s ghostly presence watched Musashi Ichiro sprinting in mid-air with a cold snort. The Sword of Demon Slaying in his hand instantly emitted a golden glow.
"Sword of Demon Slaying – Exterminate Demons and Devils!" Xiao Yu held the Sword of Demon Slaying and shouted softly; the sword, glowing gold, suddenly stabbed towards Musashi Ichiro.
Seeing Xiao Yu rushing over, although Musashi Ichiro knew that this attack might not hurt him, he didn’t dare to take any risks. Therefore, when he saw Xiao Yu charging over, he quickly changed direction and ran off in another direction.
Although what he did was right, he forgot about a major problem: the speed of Xiao Yu’s ghostly presence. He had forgotten how Xiao Yu's ghostly form caught up with him just now.
So when he moved aside, Xiao Yu's 'yin' spirit flashed and disappeared. When the 'yin' spirit reappeared, it was already in front of Takeichi Ichiro.
When Takeichi Ichiro was running, a golden light suddenly appeared in front of him. Then this golden light grew bigger and rushed towards him.
He wanted to dodge, but at the speed of this golden light, he couldn't avoid it. Thus, Takeichi Ichiro gritted his teeth and stomped his foot as he punched toward the golden light.
"Boom!" A muffled sound echoed, followed by a splatter of blood and flesh. Takeichi Ichiro's right fist that clashed with Xiao Yu's sword instantly shattered like an exploded bomb.
At this moment, Takeichi Ichiro's face turned pale as he looked frightened. He never thought it would come to such a situation.
Although the pain was unbearable, being a master level expert, he still endured it without making any sound. Moreover, after the golden light smashed his fist, it didn't stop but continued rushing toward him at an even faster speed, leaving no time for him to dodge.
"Pfft—" "Ah—"
The golden light, resembling a bolt of golden lightning, touched Takeichi Ichiro and then retreated backward. It stopped in mid-air. When Xiao Yu's figure stabilized in the air, Takeichi Ichiro spewed out a gush of blood from his chest. Only now did he let out a miserable scream.
Xiao Yu's sword just now was extremely fast; even when it pierced into Takeichi Ichiro's chest, he didn't feel anything until Xiao Yu withdrew and stabilized himself, realizing that there was nothing he could do.
"How— How can this be I still want to dominate the martial arts world— And take my revenge—" Takeichi Ichiro stared at Xiao Yu with a blank expression, asking in confusion.
He had just broken through to the master level! It was when he was full of vigor and confidence that such an outcome occurred. He never thought he would lose, much less die, especially at the hands of a young man barely in his twenties.
But now there was nothing he could do. He could feel his life slipping away little by little.
"Bang—" With no answer from Xiao Yu, Takeichi Ichiro fell straight to the ground with regret etched on his face.ially, she assumed Xiao Yu must be some relative of Wan Hongguang’s, but it turned out he was a doctor."Ouch!" The elderly woman cried out suddenly. It seemed that one of Xiao Yu's hands had been patt...