Blades Not Meant for Battle

Boom—!

An explosion rang out in the distance. Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki, who were searching for Yurina Kurotetsu, stopped at the same time.

"That was from Dotonbori. Did something happen to the club?" Lin Qiye frowned tightly.

"The Oracle Envoys are here." Amamiya Haruki closed his eyes, sensing the fluctuations of aura throughout the city through the rain. "I only sense two auras. One went to Dotonbori, and the other... is with the Grand Leader of the Black Killer Group."

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

Lin Qiye knew what kind of presence an Oracle Envoy carried. Once Cool Bro, that troublemaker, ran into one of them, something was bound to go wrong.

Shen Qingzhu had neither a Magatsu Blade nor any summons. With only a Soul Severing Blade, he could not possibly be a match for an Oracle Envoy.

The two exchanged a quick glance.

"Let's split up and save them."

"Alright."

"That Grand Leader doesn't understand Japanese. I won't be able to communicate with him if I go. You save him; I'll save Yurina, Uncle Kyosuke, and the others."

"No problem. Once I'm done here, I'll find you and regroup."

With that, neither of them paused for even a moment as they sped off in opposite directions!

Amamiya Haruki merged into the rain, flickering repeatedly before vanishing from Lin Qiye's sight in the blink of an eye. Lin Qiye, meanwhile, carried Mumu on his back. Mumu transformed into a jetpack and took Lin Qiye straight into the sky.

Black Wutong Club.

Thick smoke rose from the wrecked club. The two-story storefront had been completely blasted apart, jagged stones and shattered glass strewn across the ground. In one corner of the ruins, the neon sign reading "Black Wutong CLUB" had broken into several pieces and gone completely