Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1885 - 1754: Display of Power (Part 2)

"But, what a strong smell of blood, is this a demon head?"

"Song Yun is definitely done for; this person is simply too powerful, Song Yun has no chance to resist."

Someone whispered from below the stage, everyone stared at the platform unblinkingly, secretly thinking that the two were a level apart, fearing the battle would end quickly.

Yet, just when everyone thought the battle was going to end any second, Song Yun moved.

He stepped back lightly, as if in slow motion.

But in an instant, like a flash, he retreated three meters, creating distance with the foreigner and dodging his claw.

With a smile on his lips, looking composed and confident, he thrust the Throat Sealing Sword directly at the foreigner’s face.

His swordsmanship wasn’t exceptional, but at the moment of the thrust, it emitted a distinctive sound, like a giant sword unsheathing, engulfing the entire platform in its aura.

The foreigner hesitated for a moment, quickly dodging to the side.

But he was ultimately too late; the Throat Sealing Sword’s tip slashed his mask, cutting it in two, leaving a trace of blood at the incision.

The two halves of the mask fell down.

Step, step, step...

The foreigner quickly retreated, creating distance with Song Yun, then skillfully refitted half of a mask, exclaiming: "How is this possible, you’ve advanced to SS-level!"

Not only the foreigner, now, the entire audience was shocked, everyone was dumbstruck.

Everyone could see that Song Yun had reached SS-level.

Such a young SS-level, it’s terrifying!

Song Yun glanced at the crowd below, smiling: "You dependents of Blood Flow Path, let me tell you, I rely on myself. Unlike you, needing to cling to others, only working with your mouths!"

If you asked half a minute ago, everyone would’ve believed Song Yun would be defeated by the foreigner, people would’ve surely jeered.

But now, Song Yun is also SS-level, the outcome is unpredictable.

And if Song Yun wins, who’s next?

With Song Yun’s violent temperament, whoever is most arrogant will be the unlucky one.

Therefore, no one spoke.

Qiu Chumeng looked at Song Yun, eyes full of admiration, secretly thought: "How impressive, he actually reached SS-level!"

And beside him, Little Sword God, Juan Mao, and Master Bei were trembling with excitement.

They were happy for Song Yun reaching SS-level.

Excited for their brother having such strength.

"I want you dead here" As the opponent reached five meters from Song Yun, he suddenly roared, lunging at Song Yun.

"Then you better have that capability" Song Yun wielded the Throat Sealing Sword, charging at the foreigner.

Although the foreigner’s momentum was overwhelming, Song Yun was completely unafraid.

He felt his mind was clear and calm, as if nothing external could disturb his mental state.

He didn’t understand the specific reason, perhaps because Yin Xi’s Manual had entered his brain.

Suddenly, Song Yun and the foreigner clashed, their super-fast attacks and movements dazzled the spectators.

"Looks like the Manual isn’t simple, the cultivation technique inside not only allowed me to advance quickly, but my strength also surpasses the same level. But I wonder if there are special moves inside."

Song Yun was able to ponder even while fighting, which surprised even himself.

It seemed cultivating the Manual had made his spiritual power stronger.

Boom.

After a strong attack, both Song Yun and the foreigner were shaken apart.

The strong cyclone impact, like a mini whirlwind, was intimidating.

"I really didn’t expect you to be so strong!"

The foreigner bared a grim face, suddenly launched himself, soaring and charging at Song Yun with an overwhelming force.

At this moment, his speed reached its peak.

Moreover, when he leaped off the ground, even the earth cracked beneath him, showing the terrifying power of his legs.

"The battle is about to end."

Below the stage, Xun wore a cold smile.

Suddenly, the foreigner was already in front of Song Yun.

His speed was so fast, even Song Yun was surprised.

A sharp gleam flashed in Song Yun’s eyes as he calmly swung his sword towards the foreigner’s body.

The foreigner waved his hands, and his clothes expanded to encompass both of them.

Tightly constricting, like a dumpling.

The crowd could only see the black bulging clothes, nothing else could be seen.

No one knew what was happening inside those clothes.

Master Bei mused: "Not good, Song Yun might be defeated!?"

Juan Mao’s expression was grave: "Perhaps!"

Little Sword God held his sword tightly, ready to act at any moment.

At this moment, the entire place was silent, all eyes were fixed on the clothes-dumpling on the platform.

Inside the clothes, it was pitch black.

Song Yun was tightly wrapped in the clothes, so close to the foreigner, he could even smell the bloody aura on the foreigner.

The foreigner chuckled sinisterly, staring at Song Yun who was close at hand, not in a hurry to act, gleefully said: "Song Yun, now you’re under my control, let’s see what you can do."

Song Yun felt a tremendous force squeezing him, as if to break his bones.

But just as he felt the crisis, something strange happened.

Suddenly, a power within him was released, resisting the external force, instantly relaxing him.

That binding force from the foreigner’s clothes seemed to disappear.

"The power of the Manual?! Incredible!"

Song Yun gasped in shock.

At this time, the foreigner revealed sharp fangs, biting towards Song Yun’s neck, smiled maliciously: "The blood of the strong, should taste good."

"You freak! Get away from me, you stink!" Song Yun looked disgusted, angering the foreigner.

The foreigner opened his mouth, quickly aiming to bite Song Yun’s neck.

Clang.

But as the foreigner bit down, it produced a metal sound, almost chipping his teeth.

"F***!"

The foreigner cursed, took a good look, and realized that his teeth had bitten on the Throat Sealing Sword.

How was it possible his hands could move?

The foreigner was terrified, his clothes were his trump card, his strongest part, usually unbeatable for ordinary SS-level, Song Yun was clearly tightly bound by him, how could he still move?

Despite the confusion, the foreigner had no time to think, quickly moved his head back, avoiding the Throat Sealing Sword.

Sszz.

How could Song Yun miss the opportunity, the Throat Sealing Sword slashed, cutting the foreigner’s mouth open, exposing a set of interlocking, sharp teeth.

"Ah!"

The foreigner screamed, trembling in pain.

"I’ll kill you!"

He shouted, claw reaching for Song Yun’s abdomen.

"Scram!"

Song Yun shouted coldly, pulling out the black-lustered Sword of Break, hidden in his left hand, slicing towards the foreigner.

A glow of black light spread, carrying the aura of crushing everything, a Sword Qi shot towards the foreigner.

Insane energy waves transmitted, the entire platform trembled.

The whole place was dumbfounded, but everything happened under the clothes’ wrap, nobody else could see what was going on.

"Such a strong energy, what is this, it seems it might crush everything."

"The aura of killing, rich with murderous intent!"

"Did the foreigner use something? Song Yun is doomed to die!"

The crowd was exclaiming continuously, unaware that inside those clothes, the foreigner was already stupefied.

"How is it possible!?"

The foreigner was overwhelmed by the insane energy, exclaiming in shock, dared not to resist, hurriedly trying to open his clothes and retreat.

However, at such close distance, the black-lustered Sword’s Sword Qi wasn’t something easily dodged.

Bang.

The Sword Qi struck the foreigner, his body shredded, powerful force vibrating out from within the clothes.

Then, a burst of black light exploded, obscuring everyone’s view.

Strong whirlwinds dispersed, tearing the platform’s railing apart.

The next moment.

Debris rained down, leaving people uncertain whether it was from the body or the clothes.