The battle had already ended by the time Lin Fujiwara arrived at the East Ocean Chamber of Commerce’s residence. In front of the central courtyard, where smoke was released, Hayashi Fujiwara saw the remnants of the battle.
Three men in black were standing dead, holding an eastern Japanese samurai; ninjas with broken spines, soft as mud on the ground ——
Those who died were all Eastern Japanese, whether samurai, ninja, or those who had been brainwashed in black. He was a distant relative by blood, even in a foreign country, and he felt close to him.
Wait, he’s not dead ——
Lin Fujiwara ran to Fujita Heji’s body like he was on fire and sat down on his knees to hold him up, without the slightest bit of poise that a Divine Origin realm expert should have.
“Fujita-kun, Fujita-kun ——” Lin Fujiwara gently shook Fujita Heiji’s body in an attempt to wake him up.
It seemed that Lin Fujiwara’s action was useful, or that Fujita Heiji had returned to his senses. He opened his eyes slowly and his mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something but unable to do so.
The fierce palm force had broken through his feet, and his white shirt had two visible palm marks on it, and blood was seeping from his body.
Perhaps those men had seen that he had no chance of survival and had left him for dead, he thought.
However, would Kiyoharu really have left an obvious survivor behind?
The left hand at his side was a dark light, stabbing at Lin Fujiwara’s abdomen.
“Boom…”
“As soon as he struck, Lin Fujiwara pressed down with his palm, crushing the broken foot to the ground, causing it to shatter more completely.
“An expert of the Divine Origin realm is really something, he was hit by two kinds of poison and still managed to detect my sneak attack.”
“Heji Fujita, wearing a white undershirt and still holding the unsuccessful dagger in his left hand, clapped his hands in praise.
“But he didn’t spot us hiding to one side, so it’s obvious that the poison injury was not bad, and most of his power was suppressed by the toxic outbreak.” Luo Yan and Bu Lengchuan said as they walked away from their hiding place.
After all, his internal organs had been shattered by Qing Yu’s strongest and most powerful palm, so how could he have lasted so long? The one lying on the ground was Qing Yu’s impersonation.
The one who came out with a foot substitute was the Golden Cicada Transformation of the Nine Transformations of the Dragon Transport.
The three of them walked together and faced Lin Tuoyuan together. Even if they were poisoned, the Divine Origin Realm was still the Divine Origin Realm, not something that the Innate Realm could fight against alone. If they really saw that Lin Fujiwara was in a bit of a mess now, and just scattered around him in a big way, that would be purely a death wish.
“Who are you?” Lin Fujiwara half-kneeled, his gaze fixed on Seifu, who still kept his face as Fujita Heiji, “One who can be equal to Luo Yan Bu Lengchuan should not be a nobody, right?”
“Coincidentally, I am also a nobody!” Qing Yu raised his hand and pressed it to his face a few times to knead it, his appearance changed greatly, “Liu Xuan De has met Lord Lin, I believe Lord Lin should have heard of my name as well.”
“How can I say I am a nobody if I can make Lin hear your name ——”
“He’s stalling for time!” Luo Yan suddenly interrupted.
“And who isn’t?” Qing Yu smiled as he looked at Lin Fujiwara, “The poison making skills of Eastern Japan may not be below that of the Central Plains, the poison in the teeth of those dead soldiers of the Fujita family earlier, I have not even analyzed the ingredients until now. But the Southern Border’s compulsions, I believe, are not found in Eastern Japan. Lord Lin, how does the Golden Silkworm Compulsion taste like?”
Lin Teng Yuan was suffering from two kinds of severe poison, one was the snake poison contained in both the blood and internal energy of the Pervasive Sword Guard, which came from the White Camel Poison Sutra dropped by Ouyang Ke. The other, is the ‘Golden Silkworm Compulsion’ that fell from the scorpion in the past.
This kind of compulsion, although not as magical as the eponymous compulsion from the Southern Border in this world, is exceptionally poisonous and if one is struck by it at the Innate Realm, one will almost certainly die if there are no accidents. If you get hit at the Divine Origin realm, it is hardly good either. If Lin Teng Yuan wanted to use his true qi to force out the “Golden Silkworm Compulsion”, it would take him ten days and half a month.
In order to play this dark hand, Qing Yu had invested all the remaining “Golden Silkworm Compulsions”. During the close encounter just now, the Taixu Eye, together with the “Grammatical Knowledge”, had already observed Lin Tuoyuan’s current situation to a great extent.
Now, the gap between Lin Fujiwara and the three Qing Yu was no longer out of reach, but had been brought to an acceptable distance.
“The art of disguise and shape changing, the art of poison, and the strange art of golden cicada shedding just now, even the secretary of brainwashing, the trickery is constant and unpredictable, and standing with Luo Yan Bu Leng Chuan, you should be the last of the Four Divine Constables’ heirs.”
Lin Fujiwara slowly stood up, “I heard that the heir of the Uncanny Divine Constable has always acted in secret, even his name is kept secret, today he has revealed his name, it seems that he has eaten up Lin.”
No, the heir of the Impermanent Divine Constable died a long time ago, or I killed him with my own hands.
Qing Yu raised his eyebrows lightly, sighing in his heart at Lin Fujiwara’s rich powers of a*sociation, but not bothering to correct him.
“But if you want to kill Lin, it is not so ——”
Lin Fujiwara abruptly struck out, his sword qi was continuous, just like the waves on the water of Luo, tumbling endlessly.
“—— easy.”
The Divine Origin realm is a realm that can bestow true qi with divine intent. Just like Lin Fujiwara, the sword qi was dense, like the waves of a river, surging towards Qing Yu and the three of them in a furious manner with the force of a thousand miles.
Qingyu’s true qi was running inside his body, and the Taiyi Light Splitting Sword Qi Lawful Gate had already been prepared.
At the same time, Luo Yan and Bu Lengchuan attacked Lin Tuoyuan from both sides, the bitter wind and the bone-chilling sword qi competing to kill the treacherous silver seal constable who had been badly injured, wanting to accomplish the feat of killing the divine Yuan in the first place.
“Useless.”
Lin Fujiwara’s voice was cold and merciless, just like the sword in his hand, killing aura, his left hand formed a palm, also a wave of palm power, shattering the fierce wind, the right hand blade momentum deflected, the wave of blade qi turned towards Bu Lengchuan, the wave crashed in front of the reef of Qing Yu, but not Bu Lengchuan can stop, continuous blade qi enveloped, swallowing him in the wave.
“Didn’t your master ever tell you not to rush to flaunt your power until you’ve killed your enemy? Only the one who survives in the end has the right to show off.”
Lin Tuoyuan did not hesitate to strike, showing the hot hand of a veteran. As soon as he struck, he was in a crushing position, and in the blink of an eye, he had put Qing Yu and his trio in danger.
“Today, you will be buried with Fujita-kun.”
