"Your strength is not bad, and the sword in your hand is also quite good. It should be some kind of magical artifact belonging to the Chinese weapon-forging clan." Matsuoka Yoshio glanced at Ye Xingchen with surprise. He did not expect Ye Xingchen to be so strong.
The samurai sword in his hand is called Daisy, a treasured sword bestowed upon the Matsuoka family by the first emperor.
This knife was forged and refined by craftsmen, and was handled and used by successive heads of the Songgang family before going to war.
Countless souls have perished under this blade.
After his death, this knife became his burial item and was buried with him. It had undergone 10 years of continuous and spectacular refinement and was extremely powerful, but even so, it could only barely match the sword in Ye Xingchen's hand.
He began to take Ye Xingchen seriously, because he felt that Ye Xingchen was qualified to be his opponent.
Ye Xingchen didn't know what this guy was thinking. If Ye Xingchen really knew what this guy was thinking, he would probably make this guy laugh in exasperation.
Become an opponent? Based on your current state as a wandering ghost with a bit of divine power? Admittedly, this guy is somewhat different after gaining divine power.
But since he wasn't a true evil god, Ye Xingchen had many ways to restrain him.
"You are a worthy opponent." Matsuoka Yoshio slowly turned the hilt of his sword, gripping it tightly with both hands as he stared at Ye Xingchen.
"Now I'm going to show you my true strength, so be careful."
Yoshio Matsuoka was very excited because he hadn't encountered such an opponent in almost 80 years.
Today we can have a good, satisfying fight with the opponent.
"Enough with the nonsense, let's begin. I wouldn't need to use my full strength to deal with you." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, pointing the Crimson Cloud Sword in his hand forward.
Yoshio Matsuoka roared and charged at Ye Xingchen with his katana raised in his hand.
Whoosh... He slashed forward three times in one breath.
Three white blade-like streaks tore through the void and swept towards Ye Xingchen in the night sky.
Ye Xingchen flicked his right hand, and the Crimson Sky Sword in his hand trembled slightly, its light instantly enlarging.
He returned the sword three times in a row.
The two figures passed each other, and Ye Xingchen swung the Crimson Cloud sword horizontally again, unleashing three consecutive strikes.
Clang, clang, clang—three strikes in quick succession, one with a knife and the other with a sword.
After Ye Xingchen landed, the Crimson Cloud in his hand had disappeared. He slowly turned around and looked at Matsuoka Yoshio behind him.
Yoshio Matsuoka held up the knife in his hand, a look of doubt on his face.
Suddenly, with a crack, a fissure appeared in the daisy in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, a cracking sound rang out, and the sword in Matsuoka Yoshio's hand shattered into three pieces.
Along with it, the terrifying mask covering his face also shattered.
The mask broke in two and fell to the ground, exposing a pale, ashen face with bulging veins.
"Ah... my daisy... you have cut down my daisy..."
Yoshio Matsuoka was first puzzled, then furious. He frantically knelt down on the ground, frantically digging at the broken daisies with his hands, trying to gather them up.
However, once the knife in his hand was broken, it was broken; no matter how hard he tried, he could never retrieve it.
Yoshio Matsuoka knelt on the ground, letting out a mournful and angry roar.
This knife is very important to him, not only because it is his personal weapon, but also because it represents the honor and heritage of his family.
During his time in China, he longed for home, and only this knife accompanied him; it could be said to be his spiritual sustenance.
However, the knife is now broken, and his beliefs almost crumble in that instant.
He roared madly, tearing at his own body, but his body was just a wisp of smoke, and with the blessing of the stupa and the ever-burning lamp, the soul energy he tore off would be replenished immediately.
After a long while, he finally came to his senses from his anger. He slowly turned around and looked at Ye Xingchen with eyes full of rage: "You ruined my daisy."
"It's just a knife, so what if it's ruined?" Ye Xingchen's tone remained calm, as if he were talking about something insignificant.
"Do you know what my daisies represent to me?" Yoshio Matsuoka was extremely angry.
"Family heritage, honor, and spiritual sustenance," Ye Xingchen replied after thinking for a moment.
“That’s right, this knife represents all my spiritual sustenance. I haven’t been back to my hometown for eighty years. I miss the sake from my hometown, I miss the cherry blossoms from my hometown… I…” Matsuoka Yoshio was extremely angry. He simply didn’t know how to express his feelings.
“I know all this, there’s no need for you to tell me.” Ye Xingchen nodded: “People’s joys and sorrows are not always shared, just like when you slaughtered innocent people in my China…”
"The living are angry, sad, and weeping, while you and your subordinates take pleasure in killing and are completely indifferent."
"So this knife is very important to you, but I don't feel it. If it can destroy your will, I would be happy to see it."
Yoshio Matsuoka stared intently at Ye Xingchen; clearly, Ye Xingchen's words had enraged him.
He suddenly roared, his face contorted and grew larger, and his body swelled up to two zhang in an instant.
At the same time, a plume of black smoke rose from his head, his neck stretched out long, and his long neck, hanging from his head, attacked Ye Xingchen. Then, he opened his blood-red maw, about to swallow Ye Xingchen whole.
"Well, that's more like a vengeful ghost. Good." Ye Xingchen's spirits lifted, and he leaped up, his body rising higher and higher. He raised his right hand, the Crimson Sky, and lightning began to gather in mid-air.
Ye Xingchen didn't know much about exorcism techniques, but he believed that lightning could suppress all evil spirits.
Thunder magic is the power of heaven and earth; a single strike can bring down all living beings. How could it not kill you?
Boom! Lightning bolts struck from mid-air, causing Yoshio Matsuoka to scream repeatedly.
He could no longer care about dealing with Ye Xingchen. In a flash, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and ran away.
Ye Xingchen chased after him for a few steps, then stepped forward and slashed down with his sword, decapitating him with a single stroke from Chi Xiao.
This guy possesses a divine essence; simply severing his head won't suffice. Ye Xingchen took a few quick steps, intending to destroy his primordial spirit and make him disappear completely.
However, at that moment, a beam of Buddhist light shot into the sky, transforming into a giant palm that attacked Ye Xingchen.
This is a Buddhist supernatural power, formed from a trace of spiritual energy left behind by a deceased high monk. Its power is extraordinary.
Although it was only one palm strike, if Ye Xingchen didn't take it seriously, he would definitely be seriously injured.
Helpless, Ye Xingchen had no choice but to turn back to Chixiao and thrust his sword at the hand.
Boom... The palm instantly turned into dust and disappeared, while Ye Xingchen was also shaken and forced to retreat repeatedly.
When the dust settled, Yoshio Okamoto's spirit had long since vanished without a trace.
"Good heavens, he wasn't meant to die." Ye Xingchen stared in the direction where Okamoto Yoshio had disappeared, sneered, and put away the Crimson Sky.
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