Even without harnessing the power of nature, with his strength, once he got serious, he was truly difficult to deal with.
Ye Qiu was mentally prepared for a tough battle; the two no longer squabbled verbally, letting their strength do the talking.
"To kill me, you’re still lacking in strength," Ye Qiu laughed heartily, clenched his fist, and burst forward, bang bang bang... stepping forward with each punch, each strike deadly.
The power of the Black Flame coursed through his fists and feet, making each of Ye Qiu’s punches and kicks as powerful as Miyamoto Ryūmu’s.
Miyamoto Ryūmu’s killing intent soared to the heavens, each move aimed at Ye Qiu’s weak points, their fists met with each punch, truly shaking the heavens, like thunderclaps.
The two figures tangled together, moving fluidly in combat, under a round moon hanging at the edge of the sky, their figures intensely battling.
As they battled fiercely, the tiles under their feet danced and shattered, the strength of each was incredibly formidable.
Ye Qiu’s physique was extraordinary, his body repeatedly tempered to the level of an Indestructible Vajra Body; as for the shield of True Qi he previously utilized, it was replaced by the power of the Black Flame, drawn inside and spread over his body surface, possessing an unimaginable defensive power.
When Miyamoto Ryūmu’s attacks landed on him, it was like striking fine iron, causing vibrations up his arm. However, his own defensive power was also not low. In his entanglement with Ye Qiu, Ye Qiu’s attacks on him similarly bore no fruit. As Miyamoto Ryūmu’s entire body tightened, it seemed like drum skin, thrashed a hundred ways, yet undamaged.
The two were evenly matched after hundreds of moments, neither gaining the upper hand.
For Ye Qiu, this was a strong opponent, who he had not managed to get the better of for a long time.
And for Miyamoto Ryūmu, not being able to gain an advantage over Ye Qiu was a huge irony.
Their gazes locked, both flashing brightly with infinite killing intent, each filled with the sharp edge of needing to kill the other.
His palms like grinding plates, a layer of fluorescent light hovered above Miyamoto Ryūmu’s palm as he struck down on Ye Qiu’s shoulder, causing him to stagger. Ye Qiu endured the severe pain, sprang up from the ground, and retaliated fiercely, aiming directly at Miyamoto Ryūmu’s chin. A blocking hand came up, and Ye Qiu’s strike missed. He somersaulted, kicking out a foot, striking Miyamoto Ryūmu’s buttocks, instantly eliciting a sharp intake of cold air.
Miyamoto Ryūmu cursed inwardly. Ye Qiu’s cunning method of attack exceeded his expectations, opting for a damage trade. Although his own strike had the upper hand and Ye Qiu was more heavily injured, Ye Qiu’s counterattack made him feel deeply humiliated.
After his strike, Ye Qiu retreated several steps, having been hit by the other’s palm, almost having his sinews and bones snapped. He shook violently, his flesh trembling, the power of the Black Flame quickly covered the wound, beginning to heal it.
Miyamoto Ryūmu would not allow Ye Qiu time to recover, continuing his fierce attacks.
This time, his figure flickered like a dark ghost shadow, launching continuous attacks from all sides around Ye Qiu.
The approach was ferocious, with a relentless killing intent.
One move followed another, Ye Qiu dodging repeatedly, unexpectedly, Miyamoto Ryūmu seized the timing and struck again at the same spot on Ye Qiu’s shoulder.
Ye Qiu was suddenly smashed down from the villa, crashing to the ground. Miyamoto Ryūmu pursued the advantage, leaping down, with a coiled strike aiming straight for Ye Qiu’s head.
Ye Qiu sprang from the ground, leaving a deep palm print, using that force to instantly flip over, dodging the lethal strike.
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His fists flew in rapid succession, glittering with energy as Ye Qiu kept retreating, narrowly dodging punches that could have exploded his head by mere inches.
Miyamoto Ryūmu grew stronger with every blow. A smile appeared on Liuseng Xuzhu’s face, witnessing the true strength of Miyamoto Ryūmu, who was now taking the fight seriously, never pausing in his lethal attacks.
Setting aside his concerns, Liuseng Xuzhu continued to watch the battle.
From not too far away, the sound of police sirens could be heard, surely the result of the frightened landlords calling the authorities.
The trio knew they couldn’t keep using this place as a battlefield and started to fight while moving away.
Inside the villa, Bai Xiong watched as Ye Qiu was being chased by Miyamoto Ryūmu. They had already left the neighborhood and disappeared into the night, which made him quite worried.
"Mr. Mo, let me go help the young master," Bai Xiong said.
Mr. Mo shook his head, replying, "With your strength, you would only distract and mess things up for him. This fight is crucial for the young master. If he survives, he will break through to the legendary realm immediately."
"But what if the young master can’t overcome them? The opponents are two legendary realm masters. One of them hasn’t even made a move yet, and he is even stronger than Miyamoto Ryūmu. The young master is in great danger!" Bai Xiong said.
"Why do you have so little faith in the young master? He was able to kill a legendary realm fighter with his True Qi before. Now, he possesses a power that even I can’t see through. Even against two legendary realm masters, I believe he can kill them," Mr. Mo said slowly.
"Can the young master really come back alive?" Bai Xiong was still not sure. If it was one legendary realm master, he wouldn’t be so worried, but with two strong fighters, he really feared that Ye Qiu would die at the hands of the two Japanese martial artists.
"Enough, I’ll go and see for myself. If it’s absolutely necessary, I’ll intervene!" Mr. Mo’s figure flashed, and he left the villa.
Bai Xiong’s face lit up with relief. With Mr. Mo going along, he didn’t have to worry anymore.
"Young master... I believe you will create another miracle..." Bai Xiong stared into the night sky, where the moon shone exceptionally bright!
The police arrived at the villa neighborhood with Lin Qiao’er leading the team, and Wei Zidong, along with other officers, followed her.
"Where’s the body?" Lin Qiao’er asked the landlords who reported the crime.
Some of them were still in shock, trembling. A braver landlord stood up and led Lin Qiao’er and others to where the wealthy man had died.
"It was here. Just a moment ago, three people were standing on top of the villa. One of them, just with a flick of his hand, killed him!" The landlord described, almost unable to believe what he had seen. Just a casual flick had killed a man, akin to something only a martial arts master could do.
"Boss, this place seems to be... Ye Qiu’s house!" Guozi whispered to Lin Qiao’er.
Lin Qiao’er looked at the villa, aware of its significance. A living person had just been killed, was someone targeting Ye Qiu as well?
Thinking this, Lin Qiao’er grew worried and looked around, but no one was in sight.
She immediately ordered the scene to be secured and warned all landlords not to spread word about tonight’s events rashly. Finally, looking at the dead wealthy man’s body, she said, "Take the body away, notify his family..."
"Boss, we might have to report this to higher-ups. This is a martial arts conflict; we probably can’t handle it."
"Martial arts conflict, civilians injured, let’s see what the authorities have to say!" Lin Qiao’er’s eyes reflected her concern, unsure if Ye Qiu was safe. She hoped nothing bad had happened to him.
"What are you waiting for? Act fast, secure the scene! Everyone, be alert. This could be an organized violent crime. Be thorough in gathering evidence!"
Lin Qiao’er gazed into the night outside the villa, feeling that Ye Qiu’s silhouette was not far in that direction.