Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1883 - 1753: Who Else Wants to Step Up? (2)

Instead, the people beneath the arena began to clamor, speaking ill of Song Yun.

"Who is this guy? He just destroyed the Tang Family. Does he really think no one can deal with him?"

"Hmph, he’s deliberately causing trouble for Blood Flow Path. He’ll be finished sooner or later."

"I heard this kid is from the Song Family, which has some influence in the secular world. Frankly speaking, in our circle, he’s just a young man with a bit of strength."

"In my opinion, he won’t live past today."

The voices from below grew increasingly unpleasant, all coming from families and small sects that depended on Blood Flow Path.

Song Yun sneered, pointing below: "I remember your faces, and I’ll challenge each of you later to see if you’re as bold in the arena as you are with your words."

"Song Yun, you’re too arrogant!"

Gao Yiping was already furious; he yelled and charged at Song Yun.

Song Yun stood still, composed and undisturbed, without making any move.

He observed Gao Yiping; this man seemed to be at the peak of the S level. In terms of combat power, few on the scene could compare with him.

Yet, in Song Yun’s eyes, ha, he wasn’t worth a second glance.

"Hmph! Stop pretending to be calm!"

Seeing Song Yun’s immobility, Gao Yiping gnashed his teeth in anger, exerting his speed and strength to the utmost. He wanted to kill Song Yun in one blow and show everyone present the prowess of their Blood Flow Path.

Suddenly, his fist cut through the air, emitting a shrill sound.

An invisible pressure was released, seemingly causing the arena to tremble.

The crowd below was shocked by Gao Yiping’s power; his level was nearly at SS grade.

Aside from Blood Flow Path’s SS experts, he could sweep everyone present.

People looked at Song Yun with pity, smirking, all convinced he was doomed.

"Watch out!"

Juan Mao, Master Bei, and Little Sword God turned pale, astonished by Gao Yiping’s strength. The three moved in unison toward the arena, intending to help Song Yun.

But as they moved, several figures flashed beside them, blocking their way.

The three of Juan Mao faced their opponents with grim determination, charging straight at them.

At that moment, their sole focus was aiding Song Yun, disregarding everything else.

Just as they were about to make a move below, an unexpected change on stage instantly drew everyone’s attention.

Song Yun raised his right foot high, and with a flicker, he stomped down on Gao Yiping’s head from above.

Gao Yiping couldn’t react in time; he was caught off guard.

Crack.

Gao Yiping’s skull seemed to crack.

Following that, Song Yun’s leg pressed down, forcibly pinning Gao Yiping onto the arena.

Bang.

The arena was set on the ground with a layer of padding. Gao Yiping’s head was stomped through the padding, embedded underground, with only his body left outside.

The sound of impact sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

No matter how hard Gao Yiping’s head was, it was surely crushed by this blow.

Everything happened too swiftly; the once fierce Gao Yiping was now under Song Yun’s foot.

No one anticipated Song Yun’s strength to be so overwhelming.

It was a complete and utter dominance!

Silence, dead silence, not a whisper could be heard.

The Little Sword God trio who intended to help Song Yun were also stunned.

Soon, they felt immense joy.

However, it wasn’t over yet.

Just as everyone thought it concluded, Song Yun kicked Gao Yiping’s body.

The originally struggling Gao Yiping had his head pulled from the ground, his entire body flinging backwards.

Bang.

Gao Yiping crashed into the speaker against the wall, shattering it into pieces.

With Song Yun’s final kick, Gao Yiping’s life was decisively ended.

He lay limp amidst the wreckage of speakers, covered in blood, utterly miserable.

Sizzling...

The sound of electric current echoed as Gao Yiping contacted the speaker wires, his body scorching into blackness.

A burnt stench spread, unsettling everyone.

All gazes converged on Song Yun, and those who previously shouted closed their mouths.

This young man before their eyes was not just powerful but ruthless, instilling fear.

Song Yun stood on the arena, motionless, with a slight upward curve on his lips and eyes cold and fierce.

He looked across the crowd and shouted: "Anyone else!?"

This roar shook the soul.

Where Song Yun’s gaze passed, all those who supported Blood Flow Path bowed their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

On the other hand, those opposing Blood Flow Path seemed inspired, excited beyond measure.

At this moment, Song Yun had become the most dazzling person.

"What a disappointment, no one has the guts to step up!"

Song Yun chuckled mockingly, leapt off the stage, and walked towards Juan Mao, Master Bei, and Little Sword God.

Where he went, the crowd parted to make way.

Some were fearful, some were respectful.

The atmosphere in the Blood Flow Path members’ area was stifling, everyone glared angrily at Song Yun, but no one moved.

They were waiting for Xun’s command.

Moreover, even Gao Yiping, at the peak of s level, was crushed, so ordinary people couldn’t possibly confront Song Yun.

"I never expected this kid to be just half a step away from advancing to ss level."

Xun’s eyes narrowed, a violent flash of killing intent in them.

Earlier, Song Yun held back, not fully demonstrating ss-level strength, so Xun thought he was still at s level.

With a cold face, Xun muttered to himself, "This person must die, or he will become a major hidden threat to us in the future!"

Zhou Shangtian and Zhu Ji approached Xun and asked, "Mr. Xun, what do we do now, let Song Yun flaunt his power?"

Xun replied coldly, "Of course not, today, he will definitely die here."

Zhou Shangtian said, "But, who will act?"

"Me."

Xun’s gaze flickered with killing intent, cutting through the crowd to lock on to Song Yun.

At this moment, Song Yun was chatting with the three of Little Sword God, he sensed a presence locking onto him, abruptly turned his head, and met Xun’s gaze.

Xun’s eyes were sharp, the killing intent almost tangible.

If an ordinary person were stared at like this, they might be frightened out of their wits.

However, Song Yun was different.

Is this guy trying to show off to me?

Song Yun silently cursed in his heart, his face showing a playful smile, and returned a contemptuous look to Xun.

Then he acted as if he hadn’t seen anything, continued chatting with the three of Little Sword God.

"Bastard!"

Xun felt ignored, cursed in anger, simmering with wrath.

He took a step towards the stage, with Zhu Ji and Zhou Shangtian beside him showing delight.

Xun was at ss level, with him taking action, Song Yun was doomed.

But just as Xun stepped forward, a towering figure suddenly emerged beside him, and with a growl said, "Let me do it, as I have promised, I want to personally kill this person!"

Xun turned his head, his eyes lighting up, and smiled, "Since you’re here, then you do it."

"Hmm!"

The towering figure nodded, walked towards the stage.

At this moment everyone was watching Song Yun, no one noticed the appearance of this person.

Zhu Ji and Zhou Shangtian watched this person’s back, but did not know his identity.

Yet, hearing the tone of Xun and this person, along with Xun’s calm expression, this person should also be ss level, dealing with Song Yun would not be a problem.

The towering figure stepped onto the stage, spoke calmly, "Song Yun, come up!"

His tone was very calm, yet it carried a sense of hatred and killing intent, suggesting a deep vendetta with Song Yun, wishing to resolve it on this stage.

Moreover, his Mandarin was not standard, as if he had only recently learned it.

The hall that had just calmed down, now had its attention drawn back to the person on stage.

Song Yun heard the voice, also turned his head to look.

He saw that person wearing a well-fitting black suit, standing tall, with a silver mask on his face, only revealing two eyes.

His eyes were blue, seemingly a foreigner.

Although Song Yun could not see this person’s face, his aura unconsciously conveyed nobility, like a long-standing Western family.

"Seems like someone wants to find some trouble."

Song Yun’s lips curled into a faint smile as he stepped onto the stage.

He sized up the person across him and said with a grin, "Is there a sore on your face, so you wear a mask, not daring to show your true face?"

He deliberately taunted to probe the person’s identity.

Although the person’s voice was somewhat familiar, Song Yun had made many enemies abroad, and he couldn’t recall who it was at the moment.

The person sneered, "Mock all you want, but soon you will be torn apart by me!"

"Alright, many want to tear me apart, but all those people are now dead."