Chapter 484: Opposition

In the center of the room, Qu Yuan Sanlang's corpse lay on the ground.

Two men sat cross-legged on either side of the corpse.

The man on the left was about forty years old, with copper-colored skin and no beard, wearing a narrow-sleeved long gown different from the Central Plains style, with a Japanese sword resting horizontally on his knees, the blade as clear as flowing water. His gaze was nailed firmly to the corpse before him.

The man on the right was in his early thirties, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, wearing a wealthy man's vest, with a pair of plain white leather gloves on his hands, rubbing the corpse incessantly.

The man holding the Japanese sword was named Sato Hayaji, a Japanese. The young man sitting opposite him was named Huangfu Hui, a bona fide native of the Great Shuo.

After a moment, Huangfu Hui withdrew his hand and sighed.

"Sato-kun, I have an eighty percent guess."

Sato Hayaji said in a deep voice.

"How so?"

Huangfu Hui picked up the right arm of the corpse, which had turned into a "blood balloon," and shook it twice, producing a sticky, watery sound.

"Sato-kun, the martial art that killed Qu Yuan-kun is called 'Plucking the Leaf.' As far as I know, the sect that inherited this martial art was wiped out by the Founding Emperor at the founding of Great Shuo, and the secret manuals were confiscated."

"In the world today, the only ones who can use this martial art are people from the imperial court. And among those who have such attainments in this martial art and such cruel methods, as far as I know, there is only one person."

"If it really is that person... Sato-kun, my only advice to you now is to draw your short sword and plunge it into your belly, give me your long sword, and I will behead you after you commit suicide."

"But even so, given that person's reputation... our corpses will likely be desecrated, but that is still better than suffering torture while alive."

These words left Sato Hayaji stunned.

Why should I commit suicide, and why would there be a need to leave a whole corpse?

For Japanese people, committing ritual suicide was an extremely solemn and serious matter, not something to be joked about.

And in the year he had been cooperating with Huangfu Hui, he had understood the other party well enough. Meticulous, ruthless, and steady in his actions, even if he were about to kill someone, he would only make the other party feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze, never offended.

Huangfu Hui would not joke about this with him.

Which meant he was serious.

But Sato Hayaji still couldn't help but confirm it.

"Huangfu-kun, are you serious?"

Huangfu Hui nodded.

"No joke, Sato-kun. Your family is far away in Japan, so perhaps you don't fear, but I have to consider my family... I don't think I can hold out against that person without betraying my family."

"I'll go first."

Having said that, in Sato Hayaji's shocked gaze, Huangfu Hui actually raised his hand abruptly and channeled his true energy toward his own heart!

"Wait!"

Sato Hayaji gave a violent shout, flashed in front of Huangfu Hui, reached out and grabbed his arm, blocking the palm strike.

But Huangfu Hui just sighed, raised his left hand, and struck toward his own temple, without holding back in the slightest.

"Baka (Fool)!"

Sato Hayaji, relying on his Wu Gong being far superior to Huangfu Hui's, blocked his left palm again, his veins bulging.

"Huangfu-kun, I never saw you as such a coward before! Are you going to commit suicide just because you guessed the opponent's identity!"

"No matter how strong the enemy is, one should not lose the heart to resist. You are also a martial artist; do you not even understand this simple principle!"

Huangfu Hui struggled a few times but couldn't break free, letting out a long sigh.

"It's not... it's not that I don't understand courage, but that you, Sato-kun, don't understand the terror of the opponent."

"Forget it, I'm afraid you won't let me commit suicide, but can you let go of my hand first and let me prepare?"

Sato Hayaji stared at him carefully for a long time before slowly letting go of his hand.

"Thank you."

Huangfu Hui thanked him, slowly raised his hand, curled his ten fingers into claws, hooked them onto his forehead—and then tore violently!

Rip!

Blood gushed like a spring, skin and flesh rolled back! ===== CHAPTER 485 =====