Chapter 190 Chu Han VS Miyamoto

Chu Han's eyes narrowed, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

He could clearly sense that the power of Miyamoto's saber strike far surpassed any opponent he had encountered before.

"Giant Whale Transformation!"

"Nine Transformations of Heavenly Fire - Second Transformation!"

With a low shout, Chu Han's Yuan Qi erupted explosively around him, his muscles bulging as he radiated immense power.

The flames around him instantly erupted, completely incinerating the surrounding poisonous mist.

His aura also surged in an instant, steadily reaching the level of 8th Rank Mid-stage, on par with Miyamoto.

"What?!" A trace of disbelief and shock appeared on Miyamoto's face. "You're also at 8th Rank Mid-stage? How could a young Chinese have such strength?"

He had originally thought Chu Han was at most at the 8th Rank Initial Stage, and with his own secret techniques and swordsmanship, he could easily kill him. He never expected Chu Han's strength to be equal to his own.

This made him feel a hint of unease for the first time, but even more so, it ignited his killing intent.

"Chinese, a Genius like you cannot be allowed to live! Today, I must kill you here!"

With a furious roar, Miyamoto increased the speed of his katana once more, the saber light striking toward Chu Han's vital points like a ghost.

He was executing Japan's top swordsmanship, the Night Nether Flow Swordsmanship.

This swordsmanship was renowned for its cold, eerie nature, with tricky and extremely insidious angles, specifically targeting an enemy's weaknesses, making it impossible to defend against.

"Well met!"

Chu Han coldly shouted, swiftly swinging the flame demon battle saber in his hand, the saber light forming an impenetrable defensive barrier.

Simultaneously, he unleashed the Army Breaking Saber Momentum and the Scarlet Flame Saber Art, fusing the two saber techniques together. The Saber Force was fierce and domineering, carrying flames that could incinerate the heavens and destroy the earth, meeting Miyamoto's saber light head-on.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out as densely as a rainstorm, sparks flying in all directions.

Chu Han's saber technique was broad and sweeping, overwhelmingly fierce, each strike containing supreme Saber Force, firmly suppressing Miyamoto's eerie swordsmanship.

Although Miyamoto's Night Nether Flow Swordsmanship was insidious and eerie, in the face of Chu Han's fierce and domineering saber technique, it was like meeting its nemesis.

Chu Han's Basic Saber Technique had long reached the highest Realm. Each strike was simple and unadorned yet contained myriad variations, allowing him to see Miyamoto's saber paths clearly. No matter how eerie Miyamoto's swordsmanship was, it could not break through his defense.

Not only that, but Chu Han's Saber Force also carried a vast oppressive pressure, continuously squeezing Miyamoto's space to move.

The more Miyamoto fought, the more alarmed he became. He discovered that his swordsmanship was being constrained at every turn in front of Chu Han, unable to unleash its full power.

"Impossible! How can your saber technique be so strong?" Miyamoto's eyes were filled with disbelief, his unease growing stronger.

Chu Han wasted no words, only continuously accelerating his attacks, the Saber Force growing fiercer.

Finally, during an intense clash, a slight flaw appeared in Miyamoto's saber path.

A gleam flashed in Chu Han's eyes. Seizing this rare opportunity, the flame demon battle saber traced a red arc like lightning, evading Miyamoto's katana and slashing fiercely toward his shoulder.

"Squelch!"

The saber light flashed, and one of Miyamoto's shoulders was severed by Chu Han's strike, blood spurting out.

The intense pain caused Miyamoto to let out a scream, staggering back a few steps.

"Ah! My arm!" Miyamoto looked at his empty shoulder, his eyes filled with madness and resentment.

He never expected to be wounded by Chu Han, especially defeated in the swordsmanship he prided himself on most.

However, Miyamoto did not give up.

Gritting his teeth, a flash of determination appeared in his eyes as he suddenly roared, "Since you force me, let's perish together! Talent activated, Devil King's Body!"

As the words fell, a dense black Devilish Qi suddenly erupted around Miyamoto. This Devilish Qi was cold, evil, and chilling to the bone.

His wound healed at a visible rate, his lost shoulder actually beginning to regrow. Simultaneously, his physical functions improved another level, his aura instantly breaking through to the Peak of 8th Rank Mid-stage.

Even more eerie, a vertical eye slowly opened on Miyamoto's forehead. This vertical eye was pitch black like ink, emitting a strange light.

"Is this your trump card?" Chu Han's expression turned grave, but he felt no fear in his heart.

He could sense that Miyamoto's strength had indeed increased significantly, but it was not enough to make him retreat.

"Nine Transformations of Heavenly Fire - Third Transformation!" Chu Han coldly shouted. The flames around him surged once more, his aura also rising to the Peak of 8th Rank Mid-stage, matching Miyamoto who had activated the Devil King's Body.

"Die, Chinese! Light of the Demon King!" Miyamoto roared furiously. The Devil King's Eye on his forehead suddenly lit up, a black beam of light carrying a destructive aura shooting toward Chu Han.

This Light of the Demon King not only contained powerful Yuan Qi but also carried an eerie mental attack that could directly assault a person's Sea of Consciousness.

Chu Han was prepared. His Spiritual Domain instantly expanded, forming an invisible barrier in front of him.

"Hum!"

The black beam collided with the barrier of the Spiritual Domain, emitting a dull sound.

Chu Han felt a slight tremor in his mind but quickly regained calm.

That eerie Mental Energy was blocked by the Spiritual Domain, then drawn by Chu Han's Mental Energy and absorbed into his own Sea of Consciousness.

"Hmm?" Chu Han's heart stirred. Although this Mental Energy was eerie, it was not useless to him.

He did not immediately refine it but temporarily stored it instead.

Immediately after, a golden light flashed in Chu Han's eyes. A Soul Imprint condensed, transforming into a stream of light that shot fiercely toward Miyamoto's Sea of Consciousness.

Although Miyamoto's Devil King's Body was formidable, Mental Energy was not his strong suit, and using the Light of the Demon King had consumed much of his Mental Energy.

"Ah!"

As the Soul Imprint entered his body, Miyamoto let out a shrill scream. The Devil King's Eye on his forehead instantly dimmed, his eyes filled with pain and confusion.

His Sea of Consciousness was severely damaged by the Soul Imprint, his Mental Energy suffering a devastating blow.

Seizing this opportunity, Chu Han flashed forward like a flame war god, rushing before Miyamoto. As the flame demon battle saber swung, golden-red saber light poured down like a waterfall.

"Flame Dragon Slash!"

A golden flame dragon condensed from the saber light, carrying the might to incinerate the heavens and destroy the earth, charging fiercely toward Miyamoto.

Simultaneously, Chu Han condensed a strand of extremely refined flame Yuan Qi at his fingertip, pointing it fiercely at Miyamoto's Dantian.

"Flame God Finger!"

"Squelch!"

The flame dragon crashed fiercely into Miyamoto's body, shattering his Devil King's Body into pieces, the black Devilish Qi instantly dissipating.

The Flame God Finger precisely pierced his Dantian, completely shattering his Yuan Qi core.

Miyamoto's body flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily to the ground. His Devil King's Body completely collapsed, his aura instantly withering.

He struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with unwillingness and fear. Watching Chu Han step toward him, his lips trembled, but he could not utter a word.

Chu Han walked up to Miyamoto, his gaze indifferent.

For these Japanese scum who invaded Chinese territory with blood on their hands, he never showed mercy.

"Die!"

Chu Han coldly shouted, lightly swinging the flame demon battle saber in his hand.

"Squelch!"

Miyamoto's head was severed with a single strike, rolling on the ground, his eyes wide open as if still holding endless fear and unwillingness.

Thus, the leader among Japan's 8th-Rank Grandmasters was slain by Chu Han!

After dealing with Miyamoto, Chu Han turned to look at the battlefield not far away.

At this moment, under the Swamp Poison Dragon's frenzied attacks, Long Feng and the others had suffered heavy casualties. Only Long Feng and a few others were still struggling to hold on, their auras also becoming extremely weak.

Although the Swamp Poison Dragon had also paid a considerable price, with more wounds on its body and its aura somewhat disordered, it still maintained formidable combat strength, firmly suppressing Long Feng and the others.

A cold light flashed in Chu Han's eyes as he lifted the flame demon battle saber and walked toward Long Feng and the others.