My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife-Chapter 767: Idol

"Hehe, please!"

Qin Yu wore a smile, his demeanor relaxed, giving off a very imposing aura.

In reality, though, his heart was racing wildly.

Latter stage of Pill Holding Realm wasn’t actually too terrifying, what was frightening was that the opponent had a weapon in hand.

For an ordinary person in a fight, wielding a kitchen knife could double their combat effectiveness, let alone a martial arts expert of this level.

"Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick!"

Old Huang gave his soft sword a shake in the breeze, and it let out a whistling sound. In the next second, like the flicker of a venomous snake’s tongue, it exuded a chilling sword energy and struck towards Qin Yu’s chest.

Clang...

Crack...

Qin Yu didn’t want to die yet, naturally, he retaliated. Two steel pipes crossed in front of his chest, blocking Old Huang’s soft sword.

But it was futile!

The soft sword easily sliced through the steel pipes, continuing its thrust towards Qin Yu’s chest.

Asura Finger!

Qin Yu didn’t dare hold back any longer, hastily flicking his finger, a sharp stream of True Qi burst out like an arrow, shooting straight towards Old Huang’s forehead.

If Old Huang insisted on thrusting his sword through Qin Yu’s heart, then surely his head would explode.

In this situation, the only option was to attack the enemy to force him to withdraw his move.

"Eh?"

Sure enough, Old Huang’s eyelid twitched, and his body slid sideways out of the way.

This sword strike didn’t kill Qin Yu, but Qin Yu’s Asura Finger also missed Old Huang.

The main reason was that Old Huang’s cultivation level was higher than Qin Yu’s. If they had been at the same realm, Old Huang would definitely not have been able to dodge it.

"Asura Finger?"

Old Huang stared at Qin Yu without blinking, his voice laced with a mix of tension and excitement, "It has been a whole sixty years; I never thought Asura Finger would reappear in the Jianghu!"

"Uh... you recognize Asura Finger?"

Qin Yu subtly took a couple of steps back, ensuring a safe distance from Old Huang before stuffing a Qi Replenishing Pill into his mouth.

Instantly, he was revitalized, as if he had full health and energy again.

If Old Huang didn’t have Qi Replenishing Pills, it meant Qin Yu effectively had three lives, so it wasn’t impossible for him to defeat him.

"Of course... Sixty years ago, I had the fortune to witness it once. A single finger killed a man, leaving no trace across a thousand miles. However, the Asura Finger you used seems more like an ’Itchy Finger’ than Asura Finger!"

Old Huang even teased Qin Yu about the strength of his Asura Finger.

"Uh... what can I do, my cultivation is limited!"

Qin Yu said in frustration.

"You’re only in your twenties, yet you’ve already broken through to the Pill Holding Realm; you have a bright future ahead. At my age, advancing to the Cave Fire Realm isn’t a certainty. Ah, I’m digressing... I almost forgot that I came to kill you tonight. Let’s continue..."

Old Huang flicked his soft sword and once again started to close the distance towards Qin Yu steadily.

"Shush..."

But this time, Old Huang was much slower than before, and his momentum wasn’t as fierce.

Hmm, was Old Huang running low on True Qi?

Qin Yu’s expression was one of suspicion, but he remained vigilant nonetheless. He didn’t know Old Huang well enough to understand his character, and who knew what tricks he might be playing.

Leaning slightly to one side, he unleashed the Seven Injuries Fist.

"Indeed, indeed... the Seven Injuries Fist, lost for so many years, you know it too!"

Old Huang was even more agitated, his eyes reddening a bit.

Qin Yu was baffled. What was Old Huang trying to imply?

"Do you know the name of this sword technique that I practice?"

Old Huang suddenly asked Qin Yu.

"I don’t know!"

Qin Yu shook his head.

"This sword technique of mine has only seven moves, each more powerful than the last. The final move combines the power of all the previous strikes into one, known as the Seven Kills Sword Technique!"

Old Huang had a look of pride on his face.

"Uh... Seven Kills Sword Technique... you’re not going to tell me that we have the same master, are you?"

Qin Yu was taken aback as he asked.

"Whether we have the same master or not, tonight I am an assassin, and I have my principles. I must kill you, I still have to kill you!"

Old Huang’s words were ambiguous, and his eyes kept roving over Qin Yu’s hands, slightly raising the corners of his mouth, looking even harder to suppress than an AK.

In fact, such an expression on the face of a dominating boss gave off a charm that was both wicked and unrestrained. But, appearing on a wrinkled face, it seemed slightly eerie and thought-provoking.

"Uh... what’s the point of saying that!"

Qin Yu had hoped to play on their relationship to get Old Huang to spare him. His realm was higher than Qin Yu’s, and with a weapon in hand, Qin Yu would have a hard time beating him.

But he didn’t expect Old Huang to be so principled; he still wanted to kill him.

This was screwing him over.

"Come on, continue..."

With a flick of his wrist, Old Huang’s figure continuously dodged and weaved; his steps were anything but ordinary. With the Soft Sword in hand, it was like a lively snake spitting venom – it looked quite spectacular.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Qin Yu.

"Hepatobiliary Technique!"

Qin Yu was empty-handed, at a significant disadvantage. He could only use the Seven Injuries Fist, depending on its fierce power to contend.

"Not enough, you’re too weak!"

Old Huang slapped the hilt of his sword, and the Soft Sword, as if injected with a stimulant, thrust forward again, stopping just one centimeter from Qin Yu’s chest.

The icy aura of the sword made Qin Yu’s chest break out in goosebumps.

"Dammit... Seven Injuries Grand Technique!"

Qin Yu could see that Old Huang showed no sign of mercy; if he didn’t pull off some special move himself, he would be stabbed through the heart.

Suddenly, both fists shot out together, creating a swirling wind that blasted towards Old Huang.

And at his Dantian, the black stream of Qi was spinning rapidly, showing signs that it was about to swallow up the pea-sized Origin True Qi he had cultivated.

Boom...

No more than a second later, the black stream of Qi successfully devoured his hard-earned Origin True Qi.

However, his realm had improved, reaching the mid-pill holding stage of the Bao Dan Realm.

Had he broken through in battle?

Qin Yu was shocked and overjoyed. The black Qi had replaced his Origin True Qi - it was unclear whether this was good or bad. But having advanced a minor realm was a small consolation.

It seemed that using the Seven Injuries Grand Technique didn’t have any side effects this time, likely related to the breakthrough in realm.

But with Old Huang’s sword still pressed against his chest, he had no time for such thoughts. True Qi surged continuously, the fierce wind making it hard for Old Huang to keep his eyes open.

"Right, that’s the way!"

"Seven Kills Sword Technique—Asura Hell!"

Old Huang shouted loudly, and the sword energy became even more ferocious. The newly laid cobblestones on the ground once again flew into the air,

crackling like firecrackers, shredded to pieces by the sword Qi.

Meanwhile, his Soft Sword had passed under Qin Yu’s armpit.

Thump thump...

Old Huang’s chest caved in, struck by the gang energy from Qin Yu’s fists, but he didn’t show a pained expression, even looking somewhat satisfied.

Thud thud...

Old Huang stepped back a few paces, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Old Huang, why did you do this!"

Qin Yu was stunned. How could a top assassin’s strike go awry, passing under his armpit? Furthermore, as a Bao Dan Realm master, he would have been protected by True Qi. Qin Yu’s Seven Injuries Fist was powerful, but it couldn’t possibly have taken out Old Huang in one hit.

Unless he had dispersed his Protective True Qi on his own, taking Qin Yu’s punch by force.

It was incredible.

"Heh heh...."

Old Huang sheathed his Soft Sword and hid it at his waist, coughing as he spoke, "Because I recognized your martial technique and this ring. It belonged to my idol from sixty years ago. After he disappeared, I was in pain for a long time. Unexpectedly, sixty years later, I met his disciple... cough cough..."

Old Huang’s aura grew weaker, but his voice was much more intense, "If my idol is still alive, please tell him... Huang Changsheng is a fan of his!"