Chapter 556: Nen-ryū

"Nen-ryū—Ukifune."

Miyoshi Ryota muttered.

A sword technique that had been silent in history for hundreds of years, suddenly appeared!

"Ha!"

Li Miao smiled and reached out to grab; with a bang, a grave mound nearby exploded, and the memorial tablet buried inside flew into his hand. Li Miao took this tablet and slammed it violently toward the madman's hand-blade!

Swish!

The tablet was cut in two by the blade!

"Ugh, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Having just been pressed onto the tablet by Li Miao and wailing in pain, now that he had personally cut the tablet, the madman let out an even more shrill scream, his hand trembling as he reached to grab the broken tablet.

He had just lunged into mid-air.

Boom!

The tablet, broken into two pieces, shattered into a cloud of fine powder at his fingertips.

Li Miao blew on his left index finger.

"Are you angry?"

"Interrogation, to put it bluntly, is about destroying a person's spirit bit by bit. From this point of view, madmen are much easier to interrogate than ordinary people—because they simply don't hide their weaknesses."

"Exposing vital points in front of someone like me will cost you your life."

He grabbed violently to the side!

The grave mound exploded, and another tablet flew into Li Miao's hand.

Boom!

In the madman's tear-filled pupils, Li Miao crushed the wooden tablet into fragments; wood shavings flew, and along with the name on it, they fell into the mud and water.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!!!"

The madman let out a roar.

Boom!

True energy, an incomparably vast amount of true energy, exploded, pushing away the dust and smoke at his feet. The madman suddenly disappeared from where he was, and the next instant, he appeared in front of Li Miao, his hand-blade pointing straight at Li Miao's chest.

Nen-ryū—Mizuki.

Clang!

The hand-blade struck Li Miao's protective true energy; his fingertips bent inch by inch, and the first two joints of his middle, index, and ring fingers snapped, revealing snow-white finger bones.

The madman was strong, but overall, he was only equivalent to a Heaven-Man of the First Path. Perhaps he was a threat to others, but in front of Li Miao's 【Ten Thousand Phenomena】, he was still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—this was a natural chasm that even Zhu Shoujing and nearly ten other honored guests had failed to breach!

Li Miao didn't even take a step back, nor did he make any move to dodge; he just suddenly reached out and threw a punch to the side.

Boom!

Another grave mound along with a wooden tablet exploded.

The madman's eyes were splitting.

Li Miao's torture of him was not without purpose. Although he was mad, he was still a Heaven-Man, and a proper Heaven-Man who had practiced the inheritance of Master Jianzhen and had true energy in his body. Even if he did nothing, his true energy would circulate through his body on its own.

Li Miao had whipped him earlier, first to wake him from his stupor, and second to use the wounds to stimulate his true energy to accelerate its circulation, thereby restoring his combat power.

The triple stimulation of pain, true energy, and watching the tablets being destroyed with his own eyes, although it failed to restore his sanity, was enough to make him use the sword techniques engraved in his instincts—and that was exactly what Li Miao wanted.

"Kill..."

His lips trembled.

"Kill..."

His eyes turned red.

"Kill, ah, ah, ah, ah!!!"

Nen-ryū—Ryōdan! Tombo! Sakakaze!

Fingers, palms, and wrists struck the protective true energy in turn, turning into a rain of blood.

"Kill, ah, ah!!!"

Nen-ryū—Tsukikage! Ukifune! Yama-kage!

Every time the madman's offensive paused, Li Miao would shatter a grave mound; every time a trace of confusion appeared in the madman's eyes, Li Miao would hold a tablet in front of him.

It was hard to call this an attack, because he couldn't cause any form of damage to Li Miao. With his mind in a stupor, it was difficult to operate healing techniques; only his arms were being worn away inch by inch, and the bone marrow, white as snow, splashed out along with flesh and blood, until there was nothing left below his collarbone.

Blood had already outlined the transparent protective true energy in front of Li Miao, and the madman's breathing gradually became chaotic.

Nanako had long since turned away.

Miyoshi Ryota also showed an expression of unbearable pity, but every time he wanted to close his eyes, Lu Wushuang would sneer.

"You keep saying you want revenge, but when someone else does it for you, you don't even dare to look?"

Miyoshi Ryota hesitated.

"But, after all, there is no solid evidence now. Even if your speculation is true, he was only deceived and—"

Lu Wushuang said coldly.

"The same."

"He appeared at the Tang Zhaotisi, wearing monk's robes, and converted to Enryaku-ji. Even if he was deceived, he is now your enemy. What more evidence do you need?"

"This is not a yamen, you are not a judge, and revenge is not child's play. What evidence do you still need?" ===== CHAPTER 557 =====