Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1881 - 1752: My Sword! Not Afraid! (Part 2)

Tang Xiaoyun, with such strength, defeated Duan Chenfeng of the Refining Truth Peak in just one move. No one else had the confidence to defeat him, so naturally, they weren’t willing to show off.

"Next, the stage is yours. Please continue to exchange and spar with each other."

Tang Xiaoyun smiled indifferently, casually glanced at Song Yun’s side, and then stepped off the stage.

"I want to fight him!"

The Little Sword God said calmly, his eyes fixed on Tang Xiaoyun, filled with a sharp aura.

Song Yun advised: "Be careful. He is now impervious to blades and firearms, punches and kicks won’t harm his body. His weakness is in the head and neck, and there are gaps at the joints that can also be attack points. As long as you find the right opportunity, you can easily defeat him."

"Alright."

The Little Sword God nodded and stepped towards the stage.

He leaped onto the stage, immediately capturing the attention of the entire crowd.

"Isn’t this that one-armed disciple of Senior Sanjian? Who is he going to challenge?"

"I heard he used to use his right hand, but it was chopped off, so now he uses his left hand to wield the sword."

"This person has inherited the true teachings of Sanjian. Although his level is not as high as Sanjian, he is definitely among the top Sword Dao masters now."

The crowd began to whisper among themselves.

The Little Sword God looked at Tang Xiaoyun and said in a deep voice: "Tang Xiaoyun, get on the stage."

"The inevitable has finally come."

Tang Xiaoyun stepped onto the stage, a smile tugging at his lips, seemingly unconcerned about the Little Sword God’s ability to defeat him.

He looked at the Little Sword God and sneered: "Song Yun had two chances to kill me, but he let me go, saying he wanted to wait for you to kill me personally."

"Yes."

The Little Sword God nodded indifferently and slowly drew his long sword.

Under the lighting, the long sword gleamed with a cold light.

"You kill me?" Tang Xiaoyun laughed contemptuously, disdain flashing in his eyes: "But do you have the ability?"

The Little Sword God didn’t explain, merely shook his longsword, pointing it straight at Tang Xiaoyun: "Make your move!"

"Humph! Your end will be the same as Duan Chenfeng’s!"

Tang Xiaoyun snorted coldly and charged at the Little Sword God with a roar.

As the two clashed, Juan Mao and Master Bei were somewhat nervous.

Song Yun patted their shoulders and smiled, "Don’t worry, the Little Sword God will definitely defeat Tang Xiaoyun, and it will be a complete victory!"

As he finished speaking, Tang Xiaoyun threw a punch at the Little Sword God.

Now, Tang Xiaoyun was like Iron Man; his whole body was a weapon, so he no longer used a sword.

The Little Sword God’s form was nimble, retreating half a step just enough to dodge Tang Xiaoyun’s attack.

At the same time, he swung his sword towards Tang Xiaoyun’s head.

Suddenly, a cold glint shot out from the top of Tang Xiaoyun’s left fist, a hidden weapon aimed at the Little Sword God.

At such a close distance, the Little Sword God had nowhere to hide.

With no other choice, he could only use his sword to block.

Clang.

The sword blade struck the hidden weapon, sending it flying away.

Seeing this, Juan Mao cursed, "Damn, it’s a martial arts tournament, and you’re using a hidden weapon? Do you have no shame?"

"If you ask me, Tang Xiaoyun, you might as well cover your face in iron, since you don’t need it anyway. Just become a shameless monster without a face or skin."

Song Yun shouted loudly, deliberately trying to disrupt Tang Xiaoyun’s mental state.

Upon hearing ’without a face’, Tang Xiaoyun’s expression drastically changed, gritting his teeth in anger.

Swish.

In the moment Tang Xiaoyun was distracted, the Little Sword God slashed at his head.

The speed of this strike was fast and the angle extremely tricky, carrying a ruthless killing intent, impossible to defend against.

"Humph!"

Tang Xiaoyun snorted coldly, leaping forward with his chest out, actively colliding against the Little Sword God’s sword.

His whole body was steel, so if he collided with the sword, under the reaction force, the Little Sword God’s sword would certainly break.

Yet, in an instant, just as the Little Sword God swung his sword, he suddenly changed his move.

He angled the sword upwards, letting the sword slide against Tang Xiaoyun’s body, reaching the joint of his leg and plunging it in.

All this happened in a flash, the Little Sword God’s change of move and stab was smooth as flowing water.

Pssht.

The blade pierced through the joint of Tang Xiaoyun’s leg, stabbing into his body, the sword tip emerging from his neck.

This move pierced right through Tang Xiaoyun.

Blood gushed from the wounds on Tang Xiaoyun’s thigh and neck, staining his body red.

He wore a face of disbelief, weakly saying, "How is that possible? That sword strike just now was so fast it couldn’t be seen clearly!"

Swish.

The Little Sword God drew out his sword and kicked Tang Xiaoyun off the platform with one swift motion.

Bang.

The clash of steel against the concrete floor was deafening.

The Little Sword God sheathed his sword, walked to the edge of the platform, and looked down at the dying Tang Xiaoyun below, saying in a deep voice, "This is my Sword Dao, now you’ve witnessed it."

After he spoke, he stepped off the platform.

Three strikes, the Little Sword God only used three strikes to kill Tang Xiaoyun.

The speed and cunning of his sword moves were impossible to defend against.

Moreover, his precision left everyone in the arena dumbfounded.

It wasn’t until the Little Sword God left the platform that the crowd snapped back to reality, looking at the Tang Xiaoyun lying on the floor.

Tang Xiaoyun, all steel-clad, had instantly defeated Duan Chenfeng, yet he was instantly defeated by the Little Sword God’s three strikes!

"So strong, three strikes, just three strikes!"

"No wonder he’s Senior Sanjian’s disciple, he truly understands his essence."

"It seems we must be careful when we encounter him in the future, especially to guard against his first three strikes!"

The crowd’s eyes focused on the Little Sword God, buzzing with discussion.

The Little Sword God, indifferent to the surrounding crowd, walked over towards Song Yun, Juan Mao, and Master Bei.

At this moment, he felt an immense sense of relief and satisfaction.

Song Yun smiled, saying, "Brother, I knew you could take down Tang Xiaoyun."

Juan Mao hooked his arm around the Little Sword God’s shoulder with a laugh, "Impressive, Little Sword God, now none of us are your match."

Master Bei said, "Three strikes to defeat an enemy, Little Sword God, I’m afraid I couldn’t even withstand one of your strikes."

The four sat down, chatting, unconcerned with the strange looks cast their way.

On the other side, Xun, the Sect Leader of the Blood Flow Path, had a grim expression.

Since Tang Xiaoyun was spared by Song Yun last time, he once again approached the Edison Group for a second body modification, and then joined the Blood Flow Path.

Xun had invested some effort in developing Tang Xiaoyun, whose combat strength had become quite formidable among the S-class.

But he hadn’t expected him to be killed.

"Hmph! These four must all pay the price!"

Xun snorted coldly, signaling to a man beside him, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

The man nodded, turning to look at Song Yun and the others, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Xun instructed, "Challenge the Little Sword God first, don’t kill him, just teach him a lesson. Otherwise, if his master Sanjian comes looking for trouble, it’ll be a hassle."

Although the Blood Flow Path had strong cards to play, Xun wasn’t keen on making too many enemies at this time.

After all, Huaxia is vast, and if all forces united against them, not even the Blood Flow Path could withstand it.

Right now, their goal was to establish a foundation, not to provoke the entire Huaxia Martial Arts world.

The man, heeding Xun’s instructions, moved swiftly, jumping onto the platform.

Seeing someone else on the platform, the audience’s attention was once again captured.

Song Yun and the others also turned to look at this person.

The man wore a short, buttoned tunic, appeared about forty years old, and had a strong, tall build. His eyes bulged like brass bells, exuding a fierce aura.

"Little Sword God, I challenge you!"

As everyone looked over, the burly man shouted, his voice practically lifting the roof.

The crowd’s gaze returned to the Little Sword God, realizing that having killed someone from the Blood Flow Path, the Blood Flow Path was now seeking vengeance.

Song Yun assessed the burly man, noting his steady aura, indicating he had likely reached the Refining Truth Peak.

Moreover, his willingness to step up showed that even after witnessing the Little Sword God’s three strikes, he was confident in defeating him.

Song Yun frowned slightly, telling the Little Sword God, "Take a rest, I’ll handle him."

After saying this, he was about to head to the platform.

The Little Sword God grabbed Song Yun, smiling, "Brother Yun, don’t worry. My Sword Dao is to advance fearlessly. Even if I lose, I’ll accept it."

Juan Mao worriedly said, "But what if..."

The Little Sword God replied, "Don’t worry, I can still manage to preserve my life."

"What, afraid to come up?"

Seeing the Little Sword God unmoved, the man on the platform sneered, "Hmph, are you afraid of me, Gao Yiping?"

"Even if I am, my sword isn’t."

The Little Sword God shouted, walked over, and leapt onto the platform.