Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1643 - 1537: If Every Man Were Uglier Than Me

Song Yun slashed towards Fen Ya’s neck as fast as lightning, but Fen Ya quickly retreated to avoid the cut.

Song Yun did not chase him, but stopped and stood where he was, smiling as he looked at the panting Fen Ya, and said with a grin, "This slash, I meant to cut your face."

Fen Ya didn’t reply, knowing that speaking at this moment would only waste energy. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The opponent was too strong, extremely strong, making his once confident speed seem utterly ineffective and making a fool of himself.

While adjusting his breath, Fen Ya was rapidly thinking in his mind about how to handle the current situation. What was once an advantageous position had now turned completely against him; Bian Yan was now being held up by a pair of formidable twins, with multiple injuries on his body; Crow’s men were likely also being intercepted.

According to intelligence, Song Yun was protected by over twenty people, yet none of them had appeared, clearly distributed around the courtyard or surrounding areas. It seemed like his chances were bleak.

Perhaps now, he could only rely on himself.

Just as Fen Ya was mentally considering how to reverse this unfavorable situation, Song Yun suddenly lunged at him without any warning.

Fen Ya cursed inwardly, what kind of people are these, are hooligans the specialty of the Green Dragon Sect?

After a minute of breathing adjustment, Fen Ya felt his breath had steadied somewhat.

Regardless of thoughts, Fen Ya launched himself at Song Yun again at full speed. Defending against a person like this is useless; his speed is too fast to guard against, only matching speed with speed is feasible.

Both of them charged forward together, the distance of several meters narrows instantly, and as they brushed past each other, Song Yun’s Seven Kill slashed out like lightning, forcing Fen Ya to retreat defensively instead of stabbing at Song Yun’s heart as he originally intended. He didn’t want to perish together with this man at this moment. He was still young, with many beautiful things awaiting him.

In a narrow escape, he blocked Song Yun’s right hand attack with his dagger, feeling a chill strike his face just as he was mentally celebrating. Then their bodies parted. Fen Ya, extremely nimble in reflexes, touched his face, stunned.

A diagonal cut appeared on his previously smooth face, stretching from the eyebrow to the lip corner, blood continuously oozing from it. In just a moment, his face was covered with that bright red liquid, gathering into small streams, dripping to the ground. Some even flowed into his mouth, tasting of iron.

He clearly blocked his knife, how did he cut it? Fen Ya couldn’t fathom it.

Song Yun watched as the blood on the opponent’s injured left cheek grew more and more, distorting into a terrifying sight, laughing heartily. "You know? Today I should have been home entertaining my child, taking my woman out for fun, but here I am dueling with a mud-legged peasant like you, you really deserve to be killed. So, the next slash, I’m going to cut your neck. Get ready, hmm, your injured face makes me quite fond, if all the men in the world were uglier than me, what a happy thing that would be."

Song Yun sighed heavily, with an attitude asking for a beating.

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Crow’s own strength was not weak, and he was quite experienced in combat techniques.

Otherwise, would this bunch of eye-high-handed subordinates from within the Hong Sect have listened to his orders? Originally he chose this seemingly seductive woman because subconsciously he thought big should fight big, small ones should fight among themselves. For a quick resolution, he set his time at one minute. One minute to deal with this woman, then lead the men to charge in.

But now, the opponent’s attacks were even more fierce than his, forcing him to continuously retreat, making him consider whether the target was feasible. The two had been fighting for almost ten minutes, he hadn’t gained the upper hand, instead, he had been kicked several times. That woman’s leg skills were indeed first-rate.

Yet, the woman ragingly attacking like a tiger still wore a smiling face while fighting, with her ample bosom bouncing before his eyes. This distressed Crow greatly, should he greet her with fists or just gently touch her?

As another side kick came over, Crow just dodged past it, and the opponent’s fist was already targeting his eyes again. Crow encountered a woman with such flexibility in the body for the first time; a woman with such skills would be formidable not only in a fight but also on another battlefield, darn it.

Crow spat on himself harshly. He had already learned of this woman’s terror, knowing she was an enemy, yet her seductive eyes, captivating face, and fiery figure constantly spurred inappropriate thoughts on the battlefield.

"Thinking about me?" the woman asked with a dreamy smile. Her Tang Dao did not falter, another fierce horizontal stab aimed at Crow’s chest.

Crow didn’t speak, even his attack rhythm was disrupted by the woman’s sudden question. He simply couldn’t stand this woman, wishing to pin her down and ravish her furiously.

But now was not the time, his brothers were blocked by her people, not one could break into the courtyard. He must focus mentally and quickly handle this woman.

Xia Tian smiled seductively seeing him not respond, winked, and said, "Shall we fight somewhere else?"

Hearing the opponent’s provocative words, Crow’s heart stirred, playing with a woman like this even at the cost of death seemed worth it. But he knew his life no longer belonged to him; he was responsible for the brothers still fighting hard, had to complete the task and leave alive.

Therefore, the woman was dispensable, though her charm was truly amazing.

"If there’s another place, I would definitely compete with you properly, but now I can only kill you," Crow’s voice cracked as he said.

He punched to block Xia Tian’s arm, while another fist swung fiercely at her chest.

Xia Tian’s wrist holding the Tang Dao could bend a full 180 degrees, flipping the Tang Dao to pick at his wrist meridian. Crow had to abandon this move, leaping backward.

"Too bad you won’t have the chance," Xia Tian said with a seductive smile, her body dashing swiftly towards Crow again, pivoting 180 degrees around him when he tried to block, her Tang Dao aiming at his throat.

Crow dodged the Tang Dao thrust at his neck again, a piercing pain shot through his abdomen. He hadn’t expected the woman to anticipate his dodge when she thrust the Tang Dao at his neck, and midway through, the Tang Dao already slipped from her right hand, landing right into the waiting left hand, then embedding it into his belly when he least expected.