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The war of words was a realm where women particularly excelled. Qin Xiaoya, confident and unyielding, knew that if Bai Erxun tried to match wits with her, she would likely come out on the losing end. She glanced down at Jiang Chen, who was still reclining in his chair with an indifferent expression. To him, this trivial matter was merely a minor annoyance.
The Young Master's sword could cleave mountains; what more could be said of mere warships?
A smile crept onto Qin Xiaoya's lips as her tone grew even more proud and self-assured. "If my Young Master decides to take action, you will regret it too late. There is no one in this world who can stand against my Young Master. Right now, speaking with me means you still have a chance to live. But if my Young Master speaks up, it will all be over."
"What Young Master? Trying to put on a show in front of me won't work," Bai Erxun retorted angrily. Qin Xiaoya's words were puzzling; wasn't she supposed to be acting on Yang Jigong's orders? Why was she suddenly referring to a Young Master?
Koyama Satoru, well-versed in Huaxia culture, noted that the woman kept mentioning this Young Master. He must be a young man of considerable influence. In such a setting, for someone so young to be so domineering caused Koyama Satoru's expression to shift dramatically.
"Get me the binoculars," Koyama Satoru commanded.
His subordinate quickly brought the binoculars, and Koyama Satoru directed them toward the Huaxia warship. As he adjusted the lens, he spotted most of the people aboard, including Zeng Xianyi, Yang Jigong, and Ye Xiaoying.
"Ah? The Sword Saint Ye Xiaoying is still alive; he didn't perish beneath the waves," Koyama Satoru murmured.
However, Ye Xiaoying's survival alone did not frighten him. As he continued to scan the deck, he caught sight of Qin Xiaoya. Though he did not know her personally, he perceived her as a cold, arrogant, confident, and beautiful woman.
Beauty was not Koyama Satoru's primary concern; he lowered the binoculars slightly and saw a young man sitting comfortably in a chair, propped up by his right hand. This young man was also looking back at him. Their eyes met—his gaze was as deep as an abyss, seemingly piercing through the binoculars to lock onto Koyama Satoru's own. The latter's pupils dilated in shock as his face filled with dread.
"It's him." Koyama Satoru hastily lowered the binoculars, his voice trembling with both fear and surprise. He felt a mix of terror and curiosity toward Jiang Chen.
He had not anticipated encountering Jiang Chen again in such circumstances. The last time they met was when Jiang Chen had killed the Eastern Deity and the clan leader of the Takeda Family on Island Nation—Koyama Satoru had chosen not to confront him then, and it seemed he would do so again.
"Who is it?" Bai Erxun and others turned back at Koyama Satoru's exclamation, looking at him curiously.
"The person I just mentioned—he's sitting on Huaxia's warship and has been watching us," Koyama Satoru replied, his tone laden with complexity.
"Oh? Now I'm curious; I want to see what kind of person can make General Xiaoshan so fearful," Bai Erxun said with a laugh as he picked up the binoculars and spotted the young man lounging comfortably in his chair.
"A young man who can instill such fear in General Xiaoshan? It's hard to believe! But unfortunately for you, General Xiaoshan, while you may fear him, I certainly won't be intimidated by a mere youth." Bai Erxun set down the binoculars with a smirk, convinced that Koyama Satoru was making a mountain out of a molehill. After all, how formidable could a young man truly be? For Bai Erxun, even if a god appeared before him, he would remain unafraid.
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