My husband Can Cultivate

Chapter 453

"Why did he use that Swordsmanship so soon? Is he trying to end the fight quickly, or does he feel threatened by his enemy?"

"A threat? Heh, I’m more inclined to believe the President wants to end this quickly. That Yang Qingshan? A mere Tenth Rank Great Grandmaster thinking he can defeat a Martial Arts Overlord? How laughable!"

The members of the Heavenly Dog Society and the Hanfang Association naturally hoped for Mitsuhide Kamishiro to have the upper hand, so they considered the fight from the perspective of his inevitable victory.

Yang Qi watched Mitsuhide Kamishiro’s attack with growing wonder. He had always believed Immortal Cultivation to be far superior to Martial Arts. But this battle made him realize a crucial point: even if Immortal Cultivation was a higher path, underestimating an opponent could be fatal.

Mitsuhide Kamishiro was incredibly strong, and it was precisely because of this strength that Yang Qi was learning so much.

"As expected of the President of the Heavenly Dog Society. I underestimated you."

Yang Qi laughed as the golden sword in his hand quivered, sending a flaming, crescent-moon-shaped sword shadow tearing through the air.

BOOM!

A tremendous roar erupted as the sword shadow collided with the phantom blades from the katana, shattering them in a burst of intense fire.

At that very moment, however, Mitsuhide Kamishiro appeared above Yang Qi’s head, his katana slashing down once more.

"You’re still too green!"

As his voice fell, the katana was already less than a foot from Yang Qi’s face. But in that same instant, Mitsuhide Kamishiro suddenly released his katana. His figure flickered, and he thrust a palm straight at Yang Qi. An attack from above and the front at once—he left Yang Qi no opportunity to escape. Mitsuhide Kamishiro had truly elevated combat to an art form.

Yang Qi stomped lightly on the ground, his body shooting backward. The katana nearly grazed his face, and the cold from the blade made his skin sting.

But it wasn’t over. Mitsuhide Kamishiro was even more terrifying than anticipated. He caught the falling katana in mid-air, reversed its direction, and stabbed toward the retreating Yang Qi.

Watching the katana thrust toward him, Yang Qi gave a faint smile—not of mockery, but of admiration.

Mitsuhide Kamishiro’s move left him with no way to evade and no room to maneuver.

But if he couldn’t dodge, he would simply block it. He was confident enough for that.

Five-colored flames suddenly erupted from his golden sword as he swung it to meet the katana.

BANG!

A massive explosion of lightning and fire sent up a cloud of dust and a blinding flash of light, forcing many spectators to shut their eyes.

Mitsuhide Kamishiro, however, did not close his eyes. He stared intently into the dust cloud, his focus absolute. This was the power that qualified him to suppress all other Martial Artists in Jingnan Prefecture.

Mitsuhide Kamishiro’s expression was cold. He firmly believed that an ordinary Tenth Rank Great Grandmaster could not have withstood that last strike; even Yang Qingshan should have been injured. If he’s unhurt, then this man is truly my most formidable enemy.

Before the flames could dissipate, a flash of Golden Light shot out. It was the golden sword, stabbing toward Mitsuhide Kamishiro’s face.

The golden blade was incredibly fast. Mitsuhide Kamishiro’s expression changed drastically as he stomped on the ground, forcing himself to retreat nearly a hundred meters.

TSK!

The cold edge of the sword still caught him. Though the wound was shallow and not a threat to his life, it left a bloody line across his face.

Mitsuhide Kamishiro touched the blood on his cheek as rage flashed in his eyes. He had moved with incredible speed, yet his opponent had still managed to wound him.

This was no ordinary person. This certainly wasn’t the Combat Power of a mere Tenth Rank Great Grandmaster. Could he also possess the Combat Power of a Martial Arts Overlord?

Mitsuhide Kamishiro’s expression turned grim. His opponent was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

However, before he could react, a terrifying sense of danger flared up behind him.

CLANG!

Mitsuhide Kamishiro reacted instantly, swinging his katana backward to block the blow. The impact still slammed into his back, sending him stumbling forward.

But in that instant, the sense of danger that had been behind him was now in front of him.

Mitsuhide Kamishiro was bewildered. He couldn’t understand how Yang Qingshan had suddenly become so terrifyingly fast. He had no choice but to either block or dodge. He chose to block, lashing out with his katana!

TING!

His expression changed dramatically when he realized what he’d struck was merely a golden sword formed from Inner Strength. Yang Qingshan was nowhere to be seen.

"You fell for it, old man!"

Fire Fist Skill!

Terrifying flames erupted around Yang Qi’s fist. Before the shocked eyes of the crowd, he slammed his punch solidly into Mitsuhide Kamishiro’s back.

BANG!

With a thunderous impact, Mitsuhide Kamishiro was sent flying like a kite with a snapped string, his body tossed about like a discarded sack, completely out of his control.

"Impossible! The President lost?"

"Did Mitsuhide Kamishiro just lose?"

Countless people stared in shock at Mitsuhide Kamishiro, who was now sprawled on the ground. Their expressions were grim.

This was especially true for Chuyun Mo. He knew all too well that if Mitsuhide Kamishiro was defeated, the Hanfang Association would be in serious trouble.

A director of the Heavenly Dog Society, however, remained calm. If the president of the great Heavenly Dog Society could be defeated so easily, he wouldn’t be worthy of the title.

Everyone stared at Mitsuhide Kamishiro, but each had different thoughts. Those with a discerning eye could see that although he looked battered, he wasn’t seriously injured.

"What a pity," Lei Tingjun sighed. "Mitsuhide Kamishiro must have cultivated some kind of Body Refining Technique. Yang Qingshan’s strike was powerful, but it dealt very limited damage to him."

"Indeed. This Mitsuhide Kamishiro is no simple man. He has truly earned his title as President of the Heavenly Dog Society and is, on the surface at least, the number one powerhouse in Jingnan Prefecture," Lei Qingtian added with a nod. His perception was also terrifyingly sharp.

"The President is about to get serious!" a director from the Heavenly Dog Society exclaimed excitedly.

The aura emanating from Mitsuhide Kamishiro had clearly grown much stronger. Previously, he had been suppressing his abilities, not wanting to reveal his full strength, and had only been using Combat Power equivalent to that of a Half-step Overlord. But now, he was about to unleash the true Combat Power of a Martial Arts Overlord.

"That Yang Qingshan is no slouch, either," another director added with a frown. "I suspect he’s been holding back as well."

"Yes, this is shaping up to be a battle of equals. However, if this is all Yang Qingshan has, it won’t be enough to defeat the President."

As they spoke, Mitsuhide Kamishiro had already pushed himself up from the ground. He brushed the dust from his clothes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and picked up his katana again, his gaze calmly fixed on Yang Qi.