809. My Precious Pills / 810. Are These Pills Any Good?

Heh! You forced me into this. You should know that my swordsmanship isn’t all about defense, nor is it all about dodging."

"It’s all about offense. Since you chose to attack, I’ll show you through my actions what swordsmanship truly is."

"Hmph! Fine, very fine. Since you’re courting death, I won’t hold back." The burly man rose to his feet, his eyes bloodshot as he glared furiously at Izayoi.

Izayoi looked at him, battle flames flickering in his eyes. "That’s exactly what I was waiting for you to say."

"Good! Let’s see what this brat is really capable of!"

With that, the muscular man swung his blade again, slashing toward him in a crazed barrage of continuous strikes.

My Precious Pill

The muscular man was incredibly strange now. Black light radiated from his body, making him look like a vicious ghost from hell. Even the sword in his hand had been stained black.

"Izayoi, I’ll kill you!" His sword slashed toward Izayoi like a streak of starlight.

Izayoi hastily raised his sword to block, but the tremendous force sent him flying. He crashed heavily into the wall, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Pfft! "One Five Seven"

Izayoi spat out a mouthful of blood. Raising a hand, he wiped his mouth, his eyes filled with resentment and fury.

Damn it! Izayoi cursed inwardly. His mental state was terrible right now; under these circumstances, there was no way he could remain calm.

The muscular man charged at Izayoi again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions rang out as the two resumed their battle.

They moved at incredible speed, exchanging hundreds of moves in the blink of an eye. Every strike was accompanied by fierce gusts that blew over the nearby trees, while the two fighters moved farther and farther away.

With a loud thud, Izayoi kicked the muscular man flying. He smashed heavily into a distant tree, bending its trunk.

The muscular man moved again and lunged toward Izayoi. He was unbelievably fast, as swift as lightning.

Bang!

The muscular man crashed into a huge boulder, his body smashing a crack into it before the rock shattered instantly.

Izayoi had already risen to his feet. He gripped his longsword, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

"Damn it!" the muscular man roared, attacking Izayoi once more.

Izayoi was ready as well. He knew this battle could no longer be avoided. He had to defeat this man.

With that thought, powerful strength erupted from within him. This time, he truly went all out.

The muscular man’s strength was simply terrifying. Even Izayoi found it difficult to withstand, but he absolutely could not lose this battle!

Izayoi’s body became an afterimage, leaving a trail of shadows in the air.

Yet the muscular man hesitated not at all and charged toward Izayoi again.

The two clashed once more.

Both fought with everything they had, but they were simply too fast, like a whirlwind. Their figures blurred until only two afterimages could be seen constantly intertwining…

Boom!

A violent explosion rang out. A fist-sized stone was shattered by the collision of their bodies, and the two separated once more.

Bang! Bang!

Both landed back on the ground.

The muscular man was now bruised and battered, his gaze at Izayoi filled with venom. Blood stained the corner of Izayoi’s mouth as well.

Pssh!

A spray of blood suddenly burst from Izayoi’s right leg. He had suffered severe injuries and collapsed to the ground. The muscular man was not doing much better either.

Damn it, how did this happen? He actually had another move like that? The muscular man was shocked. Although Izayoi had held a slight advantage during their last exchange, he had never expected him to possess such a technique.

"Damn you, who exactly are you?" the muscular man asked through gritted teeth, no longer caring about the pain.

The person before him had stirred his fighting spirit.

Are Pills Awesome or Not?

Izayoi frowned, knowing he had to bring out his precious pill. After searching for a while, he finally found a purple pill. "Thank heavens! I finally found you, my precious pill!" Izayoi smiled faintly and swallowed it in one gulp. A strange aura burst forth from his body.

Izayoi’s strength surged dramatically. He no longer needed to fear the muscular brute, and he looked at him with contempt.

"Come on. I’ve become stronger, and I’m no longer afraid of you!" He raised a hand, looking extremely aloof.

The muscular man’s sword-holding hand trembled slightly. Though fear rose in his heart, he still forced himself to say, "Hmph! So what if you’ve become stronger? You’re still going to die!"

"Is that so? Are you sure?" Izayoi asked with a cold smile, his eyes full of scorn and mockery.

Provoked by Izayoi’s gaze, the muscular man roared, "Brat, don’t get too cocky! I’ll show you what I’m capable of. I’m not so easy to bully. Just you wait!"

The muscular man raised his sword, its tip aimed directly at Izayoi’s throat.

A cruel smile curled across Izayoi’s lips. As the muscular man charged at him, Izayoi used Teleportation, evading the fatal strike before driving his right foot viciously into the man’s chest.

The muscular man was kicked into the air and slammed heavily into the wall. His face turned pale as he spat blood.

Izayoi had no intention of letting him go. He was incredibly fast, appearing before the muscular man in an instant.

The spear in his hand thrust fiercely toward the muscular man’s abdomen. This strike was Izayoi’s signature technique, the Assassination Spear Technique.

Sensing danger, the muscular man hurriedly raised his longsword to block.

Izayoi’s spear struck the sword, then he pulled it back. His other hand clenched into a fist and smashed heavily into the muscular man’s stomach. This punch was Izayoi’s famous technique, Overlord’s Fist!

Boom!

With a tremendous crash, the muscular man flew like a kite with its string cut, slamming onto a massive rock before sliding to the ground.

The muscular man’s eyes widened. He clearly had not expected Izayoi to be so formidable. The agonizing pain wracking his body made him cry out miserably.

Seeing his reaction, Izayoi snorted coldly. "It’s not too late to surrender now!"

The muscular man looked up at Izayoi and struggled to his feet. Blood covered the corners of his mouth, and hatred filled his eyes as he said through gritted teeth, "You… you despicable bastard!"

Izayoi smiled. "You’ve committed every evil imaginable, and you still dare call me despicable? You think you’re worthy?"

The muscular man said angrily, "Fine, fine, fine! Since you’re treating me this way, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!"

He abruptly drew the blade at his waist and charged at Izayoi, preparing to fight to the death.

Izayoi raised a brow. There seemed to be something wrong with this guy’s head. Izayoi had already given him a way out, yet he refused to take it. He really did not know what was good for him.

Izayoi sneered disdainfully and charged at the muscular man. The distance between them rapidly closed.

The muscular man saw Izayoi’s expression as well. He knew that if he did not strike now, he might never get another chance.

He had already suffered serious injuries, and the damage inside his body was extremely severe. If he did not kill Izayoi now, he would surely die first.

Super Powerful

The muscular man took out a white pill and swallowed it. Energy immediately surged through him, and a powerful aura erupted from his body. "Well, brat? Isn’t my pill awesome? I’m much stronger than you now!"

The muscular man stomped on the ground and rushed toward Izayoi. A faint golden glow covered his fist, making it look like a polished gold coin, gleaming with a metallic luster.

Seeing that fist, Izayoi was somewhat puzzled. He could not sense any particular power from it, but he knew clearly that if he tried to catch that punch with his hand—

It would be certain death. There was no doubt about it. The power behind that fist was extraordinary; if he blocked it head-on, he would surely be crushed to pieces.

"Hmph!"

Izayoi snorted coldly, stomping his right foot down and retreating.

That step was the first step of evasion. An ordinary person would certainly choose such a method. But for Izayoi, who had gone through countless life-and-death battles, it was merely running away, not true evasion.

Seeing Izayoi’s reaction, the muscular man sneered inwardly. He knew Izayoi must be afraid, and that suited him perfectly.

A cruel smile appeared on his lips. "Hahaha, scared now, aren’t you? Hahaha! If you’re scared, kneel down and kowtow three times."

"I might even spare your life. Otherwise, today will be your death anniversary. I’ll beat you to death with my bare hands, then throw you into the sea to feed the sharks."

"Oh?" Izayoi’s tone remained calm. "Is that so? Then I’d like to experience it for myself." With a flick of his sword, it let out a sharp whistle before attacking the muscular man.

Clang! The muscular man slightly raised his wrist and blocked Izayoi’s blade. But just when he thought Izayoi would stop, Izayoi’s sword suddenly accelerated, stabbing straight toward his left shoulder.

The muscular man hurriedly raised his arm, shielding the left side of his body, but Izayoi’s sword did not stop and continued thrusting forward.

The muscular man raised his sword to resist, but his arm still could not block it. The blade cut across his left shoulder, blood instantly flowing out and splattering onto his face.

He stared at the wound on his left shoulder in shock. He could not believe that strike had pierced his armor—and that was only the blade’s edge. If the sword had gone a few centimeters deeper, it might have reached his head.

His face alternated between green and red as he roared, "Brat, I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Izayoi’s left leg unleashed twelve heavy Whiplash Kicks in succession, brutally lashing the man’s chest. The opponent staggered backward repeatedly, while Izayoi pursued relentlessly.

After more than ten consecutive strikes, Izayoi forced him against the wall. By then, the man’s face was covered in blood, and his complexion was as pale as paper.

Izayoi looked at him coldly. "Is this all you can do? I thought you had something impressive. Turns out you’re just a paper tiger!"

At that moment, the muscular man erupted with a violent surge of power, throwing punch after punch into Izayoi’s face.

He sent Izayoi flying, making it clear that the muscular man had been concealing his true strength all along.

"Well, brat? You have to admit defeat this time, right?" The muscular man mercilessly mocked Izayoi, an arrogant smile spreading across his face.

A Beggar Carrying a Sword

Seeing the muscular man dare to mock him, Izayoi cursed, "You’re nothing but trash. You have no real ability!"

The muscular man flew into a rage. "I’m not trash! I’m a powerful warrior! Do you know what a warrior means?"

"It means possessing incredibly powerful combat strength. Only a true warrior can demonstrate a warrior’s might, and that is what I am." Izayoi laughed. "A warrior? Hahaha! Fine, then today I’ll show you, warrior, what a real warrior is. I’ll make you understand that you’re nothing at all."

The muscular man snorted. "Hmph! Then I’ll show you what I’m capable of. Warrior’s Blood, boil!" He suddenly raised his fist and smashed it toward Izayoi.

Izayoi snorted coldly and waved his right hand. A violent gale instantly swept forth, carrying a trace of terrifying power. Izayoi poured all his strength into a punch, his fist carrying savage force as it blasted toward the muscular man.

Bang!

With a tremendous crash, the muscular man was sent flying and slammed heavily onto the ground.

Pfft!

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

A look of shock flashed across the muscular man’s face. He had never imagined that he would lose—and lose so badly.

The muscular man climbed up from the ground, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Izayoi. He roared, "I refuse to accept this! How can trash like you possibly defeat me?"

Izayoi unleashed surging power and looked at the muscular man mockingly. "Trash? Hehehe! How could garbage like you possibly understand me?"

The muscular man clenched his teeth and glared at Izayoi resentfully. "I’ll definitely kill you! I’ll slice you into a thousand pieces and make sure you die without a burial!"

Izayoi smiled contemptuously. "Is that so?"

The muscular man clenched his fists and rushed toward Izayoi. His feet stomped down hard, making the ground tremble and rumble like muffled thunder.

The muscular man moved as fast as lightning, appearing before Izayoi in the blink of an eye. His fist shot out with terrifying force, aimed directly at Izayoi’s chest.

Izayoi casually swung out his palm and struck the muscular man’s chest. Rumble! Rumble! Deafening booms rang out continuously.

The muscular man was blasted backward like a cannonball, crashing into the wall and leaving a human-shaped indentation.

The muscular man spat blood and struggled to stand.

Izayoi walked to an open area more than ten meters away and sneered. "You’re just trash, yet you dared act arrogant before me. Trash like you is only fit to be my stepping stone."

Izayoi approached the muscular man step by step, looking completely relaxed. But when the muscular man saw the terror in Izayoi’s eyes, boundless fear surged within him.

The muscular man kept retreating, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Izayoi sneered. "Trash, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you won’t escape my grasp."

Despair filled the muscular man’s eyes. He had never expected this person to possess such strength. It was simply too abnormal—no, too terrifying! He was not human at all.

He was a monster, a monster! Why did he have to be treated like this? The muscular man was unwilling to accept it! He knew very well that he had to lose to this opponent today. Otherwise, his future would only become even darker!