Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1488 - 1473: Because of the Mission

Puff.

Just like Shi Huntian before him, Song Yun was sent flying by Abe Jinming’s palm strike. However, Song Yun had it worse. After hitting him away, Abe Jinming didn’t let him off but continued to pursue Song Yun.

Bang.

A punch.

Song Yun was still plastered against the wall when Abe Jinming’s fist landed squarely on his chest.

The impact drove Song Yun further into the wall, which he had already dented.

Puff.

Song Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered all over Abe Jinming in front of him.

"Foolish Chinese!"

Abe Jinming didn’t bother dodging the blood; he let it spill on him. "I’ll show you what it means to truly wish for death!"

"Heh!"

Song Yun managed a weak smile.

"What, you find it funny?"

Abe Jinming asked.

"Funny... Damn you!"

Song Yun, who seemed utterly exhausted, suddenly exploded with energy, kicking Abe Jinming directly.

Caught off guard, Abe Jinming stumbled back a few steps. Song Yun then slammed his hands against the wall, leveraging the rebound force to shoot himself toward Abe Jinming with a swift whoosh.

"The people I hate most in this life are the ghosts!"

Song Yun yelled, closing in on Abe Jinming and landing a punch on his chest.

Abe Jinming didn’t expect Song Yun, after being so severely injured, to erupt like an exploding cosmos. The powerful blow took Abe Jinming by surprise, causing him to cough up blood. Just as he was about to defend himself, Song Yun’s iron fists rained down like a torrent, with speed that was astonishing.

In a panic, Abe Jinming could only defend as best as he could.

Although he blocked ninety-nine percent of Song Yun’s punches, many still landed on him.

Bang, bang, bang.

Dull thuds echoed.

Abe Jinming spat out another mouthful of blood.

"How is this possible!"

Abe Jinming was shocked; how had Song Yun suddenly become so powerful?

But Song Yun knew that he was already at his limits. The final attacks had drained almost all of his energy. Song Yun realized that in less than five seconds, he would collapse like mud, ready to be slaughtered.

This was Song Yun’s last desperate gamble. He didn’t expect to defeat Abe Jinming with these blows. He hoped only to distract him.

Sure enough, Abe Jinming focused all his attention on Song Yun.

"Go to hell!"

Song Yun shouted one last time, jumping up and kicking both legs at Abe Jinming.

Bang.

Abe Jinming was kicked away, and Song Yun also fell to the ground.

His body felt like it had been run over by a tank, his muscles tearing, and his bones trembling.

Abe Jinming was sent flying about three meters before landing.

Puff.

A third mouthful of blood spewed from Abe Jinming.

Looking at Song Yun with a pale face, Abe Jinming dared not be careless, even though Song Yun seemed to have collapsed. Song Yun’s attack had severely injured him, reducing his strength to a third of its usual power.

After about ten seconds, Abe Jinming saw that Song Yun still lay twitching, and slowly relaxed, cautiously walking towards Song Yun.

When he reached him, Abe Jinming discerned Song Yun’s condition.

"Exhausted, bodily functions overused!"

Delighted, Abe Jinming looked at Song Yun and said, "So you forcibly unleashed your body’s potential. Now, you’re as vulnerable as an unarmed infant!"

"Pah!"

Song Yun spat to the side. "If I hadn’t been injured before, you’d be the one lying here today!"

"Heh, since ancient times, the victor becomes king, the loser a bandit. You’ve lost; excuses are useless!"

Abe Jinming said, "Song Yun, you’ve killed my people time and again, and committed heinous crimes today. I will execute you in their name, and your Shen Zhou will pay for your actions!"

"Tch, you puppet!"

Song Yun said scornfully, "Believe it or not, I can still kill you like this!"

"Believe it or not, you must die!"

Abe Jinming picked up a wooden stick, sharpened it with a few strokes, and squatted before Song Yun, raising it high against Song Yun’s back. "You will die by my hand. What a pity. Given ten years, you might have knocked me off the War God List!"

With that, Abe Jinming thrust the sharp point at Song Yun’s heart.

"Sigh, let him go!"

A sigh echoed.

Abe Jinming’s hand suddenly stopped, his face darkening unprecedentedly.

"Kunpeng!"

Abe Jinming shouted angrily, "Are you coming to save him?"

"No!"

A tall man appeared beside Abe Jinming.

The man held a long sword, its blade pressing against Abe Jinming’s neck, drawing a slight trickle of blood.

"Then why are you here!"

Abe Jinming questioned.

"To complete a task!"

Kunpeng said, "I am also from the National Security Bureau!"

Song Yun lay on the ground, too weak even to lift his head. But hearing that familiar voice, especially the words "I am also from the National Security Bureau," Song Yun was thoroughly shocked.

Kunpeng was also from the National Security Bureau.

Wasn’t he supposed to be a bodyguard for number one?

"I know you’re from the National Security Bureau!"

Abe Jinming squinted and said, "You’re reputed to be the highest strength of the National Security Bureau, always guarding your number one. I know this, but this time, you’re clearly overstepping. This is my territory!"

"But right now, your life is in my hands." Kunpeng said calmly, "Move your hand away. If Song Yun dies, you will too!"

"Why!"

Abe Jinming said unwillingly, "Song Yun isn’t your enemy; why are you helping him!"

"Because of the mission!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Kunpeng replied calmly