# 653
Chapter 654: Non-Combat Blade
BOOM—!
An explosion echoed from the distance. Lin Qiye and Amemiya Haruki, who were searching for Yuzuri Kurotetsu, both stopped in their tracks.
"Is that from Dotonbori? The club's in trouble?" Lin Qiye's brow furrowed tightly.
"The Oracle Envoy is here." Amemiya Haruki closed his eyes, using the rain to sense the spiritual fluctuations throughout the city. "I only detected two auras. One went to Dotonbori, and the other... is at the Black Assassin Group's big boss."
Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.
He knew the Oracle Envoy's reputation well. If拽哥— that hothead— ran into him, trouble was inevitable.
Shen Qingzhu had no Magatsu Blade and no summons. With just one 【Soul-Severing Blade】, he stood no chance against an Oracle Envoy.
The two exchanged a swift glance.
"Split up and save who we can."
"Alright."
"The big boss doesn't understand Japanese. If I go, I won't be able to communicate with him. You save him. I'll go save Yuzuri Nana, Uncle Kyosuke, and the others."
"No problem. Once I'm done here, I'll find you."
With that, neither hesitated for a moment, racing off in opposite directions!
Amemiya Haruki's form merged with the rain, flickering as he vanished from Lin Qiye's sight in an instant. Meanwhile, Lin Qiye carried Mumu on his back as the latter transformed into a jetpack, propelling Lin Qiye directly into the sky.
...
Black Wutong Club.
Thick plumes of smoke rose from the devastated club. This two-story establishment had been completely collapsed, its chaotic debris and shattered glass scattered across the ground. In the corner of the ruins, the neon sign reading "Black Wutong CLUB" had snapped into several pieces, utterly losing its glow.
Beyond the wreckage, Little Jin protectively held the dazed Yuzuri Nana, slowly standing upright. His gaze toward the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy was filled with intense wariness.
"As expected, this club was also fake." The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy surveyed the ruins, walking calmly through the rubble. "No furniture, no decorations, no lights... just a few pieces of glass, some stools, and one advertising sign were real. Everything else—you created it all with illusions."
The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy's gaze fell upon Little Jin, and the yellow rings in his eyes glowed faintly. "You are the blade spirit of 【Illusory Pupil】?"
The white and yellow patterned浴衣 swayed gently in the dusty wind. Little Jin watched him silently, only raising his hand to grip imaginary air at his waist. A moment later, a golden, sheathless long blade appeared in his grasp.
"I won't let you take Yuzuri Nana." The blade's edge pointed directly at the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy. The lazy indifference in Little Jin's eyes was gone, replaced by sharp killing intent.
He twisted his wrist, and the mirror-like blade reflected a sliver of light that swept across the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy's eyes. Then he stepped forward and vanished, leaving behind hundreds upon hundreds of yellow butterflies dancing through the air.
These butterflies completely obscured the Oracle Envoy's vision, fluttering aimlessly through the sky. The rings in his left eye quivered rapidly but failed to lock onto Little Jin's position.
When he reappeared, the blade's edge was already before the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy's eyes!
The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy coldly smiled. He didn't retreat—instead, he lunged forward, his forehead rushing toward the blade's tip!
The moment his forehead touched the blade, the weapon dissolved into nothingness, as if it had never existed. At the same instant, a blade gleam flashed from behind, striking precisely where the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy had stood.
The blade coming from the front was merely an illusion Little Jin had created. The strike from behind—that was his true killing blow hidden within the illusion.
Unfortunately, the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy had already seen through it.
The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy turned his head, his palm emanating a faint yellow light as it lightning-fast struck Little Jin's chest.
THUMP—!!
Little Jin grunted, his body tumbling backward like a falling kite. Only by driving his blade into the ground was he able to barely steady himself.
"The blade master isn't even here. Relying on just a blade spirit—you're far too weak." The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy spoke calmly. "Yuzuri Kurotetsu separated himself from his blade spirit, like breaking a blade in half. Both sides lose significant power. A foolish decision indeed..."
Yuzuri Kurotetsu?
Upon hearing these four words, Yuzuri Nana standing nearby suddenly froze in place.
Wasn't he... dead?
Little Jin took a deep breath and stood before Yuzuri Nana, silently raising his long blade. His eyes were filled with unyielding resolve.
"Foolish blade spirit."
The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy slightly shook his head and stepped forward again. He was like a yellow bolt of lightning streaking through the air, his right fist coiled with terrifying force as it slammed toward Little Jin's blade.
BOOM—!!
This single punch tore through two streets in Dotonbori. Panicked shouts rose from within the dust and debris. Fortunately, this location was far from the center of Dotonbori, with sparse foot traffic, so no casualties occurred.
At that moment, a figure silently materialized behind the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy. The blade's edge aimed directly for the Oracle Envoy's heart!
"Useless. 【Illusory Pupil】 is not a combat blade. The moment you emit killing intent, all illusions self-destruct. You can never harm me." The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy spoke calmly.
He ignored the blade stabbing toward his heart, instead extending his right hand to grasp in empty air, catching a section of blade that had materialized from nothing. A faint yellow light radiated from his palm, and the blade's edge couldn't even cut through his skin!
Little Jin gripped the sword hilt, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy.
"Maybe... I never intended to kill you?"
The words fell. The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy froze for a moment. Then, the blade edge in his grasp transformed into butterflies, fluttering out of his palm. Meanwhile, the Little Jin before him also vanished.
That was an illusion too.
As if sensing something, he sharply turned his head. There he saw that at some point, Little Jin had already hoisted Yuzuri Nana onto his back, leaping astonishingly between buildings, rapidly fleeing the area.
"Running?" The Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy coldly laughed. "Unfortunately, I've already locked onto you."
The yellow rings in his left eye glowed once more.
He stomped hard against the ground, launching himself like a cannonball. Moving at several times Little Jin's speed, he gave chase!
His silhouette blazed across the dark night sky, precisely intercepting the fleeing Little Jin and Yuzuri Nana. He descended like a yellow meteor crashing into the mortal realm, carrying incredible kinetic energy as he landed directly in their escape path!
CRASH—!!
A heavy, muffled boom echoed as the earth cracked apart inch by inch. Gazing at the Yellow-Robed Oracle Envoy's murderous gaze, Little Jin's brow furrowed tightly...
Just then, raindrops began falling from the sky once more.
Little Jin paused. He raised his eyes to the heavens, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
The reinforcements had finally arrived...