My husband Can Cultivate

WHOOSH!

The katana quivered slightly, its blade gleaming and its aura piercing the heavens—the very image of a true master.

Yang Qi didn't use a weapon. He remained unarmed. After the battle in Thunder City, although his Cultivation hadn't increased, his combat experience had improved by leaps and bounds. He felt no need to draw a weapon to deal with someone like Mitsuhide Takeshi.

"Die!" Mitsuhide Takeshi roared, his body and katana seeming to merge into one. He charged at Yang Qi in an instant and slashed down.

The Wind-Cleaving Slash!

This was a Sword Skill favored by the Mitsuhide clan. On his second move, Mitsuhide Takeshi resorted to his family's ultimate technique, intent on killing Yang Qi on the spot.

"Not bad," Yang Qi remarked with a smile, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed Mitsuhide Takeshi's dazzling Sword Radiance. What might seem like an invincible move to others was, to him, merely "not bad."

"Break!"

Yang Qi smiled and pointed a finger. A small fireball shot out from his fingertip, flying forward rapidly.

BOOM!

The fireball collided with the Sword Radiance, erupting in a brilliant blaze that instantly cast the entire sky in a crimson glow. The next moment, a figure was sent flying. It was Mitsuhide Takeshi again. Not only was he sent flying, but his arms also bore the distinct traces of burns. His katana was covered in black scorch marks, a testament to just how terrifyingly powerful Yang Qi's seemingly effortless move truly was.

"He was repelled again! How is this possible?!"

"I don't understand!"

Chuyun Fan and the others were completely stupefied. He fiercely rubbed his eyes, desperate to prove himself wrong. But when he looked again, there was no mistaking it: Mitsuhide Takeshi was trembling, with clear burn marks on his arms. It was horrifyingly real. How could this be happening? The Wind-Cleaving Slash was broken, just like that? Mitsuhide Takeshi hadn't seemed to be holding back, yet he was still no match for Yang Qi.

It's over. Mitsuhide Takeshi is going to lose! How can this be? He's a Seventh-Rank Great Grandmaster! How could he lose?! Fear surged in Chuyun Fan's heart.

This kid is a monster! He must be killed! He must! With a Martial Artist like him in Dragon Country, how can the Hanfang Association ever fulfill its ambitions? A chilling light shot from Chuyun Fan's eyes.

"With such paltry Combat Power, you dare to act so arrogantly before me? So this is the extent of the Mitsuhide clan's might," Yang Qi sneered, looking at Mitsuhide Takeshi.

"Don't get cocky, brat! Do you really think you can be so smug just because you pushed me back twice? Let me tell you, you've enraged me now. This time, you die!" Mitsuhide Takeshi was truly furious. He unleashed an astonishing killing intent. He was over forty years old, while his opponent was barely in his twenties. If he couldn't even defeat a Martial Artist so young, then all his years of training had been for nothing, and he was simply useless.

"Kill!"

Mitsuhide Takeshi bellowed, raising his katana with both hands. He unleashed all his Inner Strength, and a terrifying Sword Radiance coalesced once again. He had poured everything he had learned in his life into this single strike. It was do or die!

Eight-headed Giant Snake Slash!

The terrifying Sword Radiance suddenly split into eight streams, pouncing on Yang Qi like the eight heads of the mythical serpent. It emanated an incredibly fearsome and unstoppable aura, advancing relentlessly. Before the attack even reached him, Yang Qi felt a sensation as if he were about to be torn apart.

"A good Sword Skill," Yang Qi merely commented. Then, a longsword finally appeared in his hand—the Black Sword he had obtained from the Demon General. He took a deep breath as flames swirled around the blade.

"Slash!" a cold voice escaped Yang Qi's lips. He delivered eight slashes in an instant!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Eight sword gleams clashed with the eight Sword Radiances. The two forces collided, and eventually, the Sword Radiances from the katana shattered, dissipating into specks of white light. Horrifying flames engulfed the battlefield, obscuring the figures of the two combatants.

I hope Mitsuhide Takeshi can kill that brat! Chuyun Fan prayed inwardly. He hated Yang Qi to the bone and truly couldn't rest or eat in peace until the boy was dead.

Unfortunately, he was doomed to be disappointed.

After the flames died down, Yang Qi was still standing there without a single scratch on him. Mitsuhide Takeshi, on the other hand, was in a terrible state. His entire body was covered in extensive burns, a truly pitiful sight. It was also clear that he was exhausted; the continuous use of powerful techniques had nearly depleted his Inner Strength and physical stamina.

"Impossible! How is that bastard still alive?!" Chuyun Fan roared.

Damn it! How can this be?! Mitsuhide Qiang frowned. Even though I'm stronger than him, my brother's Combat Power is no joke. To be reduced to such a state by Yang Qi... this young man is truly extraordinary. No wonder Chuyun Fan lost to him.

Mr. Yang is so strong! No wonder the City Lord trusts him so much! Lin Weidong was both excited and shocked. He knew that if he had been the one to face Mitsuhide Takeshi's last attack, not even ten of himself would have survived.

"It seems this is your limit. Truly pathetic. Now, it's my turn. I hope you can withstand my attack!" Yang Qi sneered. With a light tap of his foot, his figure shot out like a cannonball. The shadow of the Black Sword seemed to merge completely with his body.

Mitsuhide Takeshi's face changed drastically. He desperately swung his katana to defend himself, but after a loud crash, he lost his balance completely, leaving him wide open. His face turned deathly pale. He was no match for Yang Qi to begin with, and now, in his weakened state, he stood no chance at all.

Yang Qi followed up with another thrust. This time, Mitsuhide Takeshi offered no resistance. His body was pierced clean through.

"AGGHHH—!"

In that moment, Mitsuhide Takeshi's aura became exceedingly faint. He could feel death approaching.

"Save me! Brother, save me! I don't want to die!" Before making his move, Mitsuhide Takeshi had never imagined such an outcome. In his imagination, he could have finished Yang Qi in a single, effortless blow, ending the fight instantly. But what was this? He was being completely dominated, pierced through by a sword, his aura faint. If he didn't receive urgent treatment, he would really die.

"Stop!"

Mitsuhide Qiang couldn't just stand by and watch. He charged toward Yang Qi to rescue his brother. Unfortunately, though Mitsuhide Qiang was fast, Yang Qi was faster. As Yang Qi pulled his Black Sword free, flames engulfed Mitsuhide Takeshi, who met his end in the inferno.

"I'll kill you! I will kill you! You dared to kill my brother!" Mitsuhide Qiang roared, looking at his brother's body. He was beyond saving. It seemed unnecessary even to send the remains to a funeral parlor; a gust of wind would turn them to ash. Rage burned within him. He now had only one thought: kill Yang Qi. He would make Yang Qi pay for his brother's life.