Chapter 493: Kawasaki Heishiro

Kawasaki Heishiro thought for a moment, then took the samurai long blade from his back and planted it into the stone table beside him, before drawing out a samurai military saber.

Watching this, Kuchiki Senya's pupils contracted slightly: "Kawasaki Heishiro, what are you doing?"

"Since our decisive battle is unavoidable, how about I try out a move I just learned? I'm really looking forward to it."

As he spoke, a fierce glint bloomed in Kawasaki Heishiro's eyes, and the aura around his entire body surged once more!

"My heavens, this feeling... could it be some kind of sword art inherited from Mr. Kensei?" Kuchiki Senya's eyes lit up; he knew that at this moment, he had to concentrate fully and not let his thoughts wander.

Kawasaki Heishiro raised the long blade single-handed and slashed it out in a sudden strike.

This strike looked simple, yet it contained an astonishingly brilliant blade-light! That single blade-glow illuminated the entire small courtyard!

Kawasaki Heishiro unleashed the blade art he was best at — the pinnacle of Eastern martial arts.

In the Eastern lands, many people knew that Kawasaki Heishiro was a martial arts prodigy, and his standing within the Eastern Martial Arts Circle was exceedingly lofty; many disciples held him in great awe and reverence.

However, at the very instant Kawasaki Heishiro's blade-light flared and his slash came cleaving down, a streak of black light suddenly flashed from behind him!

That streak of black light seemed capable of slicing through the curtain of night, tearing apart the darkness, and stabbing straight at Kawasaki Heishiro's back!

At that moment, Kawasaki Heishiro instinctively sensed danger descending; he leapt forward two steps in a flash, dodging that streak of black light, and at the same time swung his hand back, striking out with a palm!

Slap!

Crisp and sharp!

A single slap landed brutally across Kuchiki Senya's chest!

The latter was sent flying several meters, then crashed to the ground and spat out a large mouthful of blood!

Kawasaki Heishiro did not pursue, because in the instant that streak of black light came lashing over, he had sensed an intense aura of danger — a danger that left his body utterly rigid, utterly unable to summon any will to fight!

Kuchiki Senya clutched his chest, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at Kawasaki Heishiro standing beside the courtyard gate.

"Let's both forget about that box," he said. "Let's not fight over it."

Kawasaki Heishiro was silent for ten seconds: "Kuchiki Senya, are you trying to stall for time?"