Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1338 - 1323: Interesting

The blade of the Nepalese army knife has a curved shape, and the knife body is relatively long, covering a wide attack range with formidable power. In a game, this thing can drop your full health to zero with one heavy strike, completely unlike the Barrett sniper rifle.

Song Yun lightly swung the army knife in his hand. Its weight was moderate, and indeed, the blade hadn’t been opened. Generally, knives that haven’t been opened can’t kill, but that also depends on who’s using it. If Song Yun unleashed the strength of third place on the divine list, it wouldn’t matter if the knife’s blade hadn’t been opened; he could still slice open a person’s neck even with a lump of iron.

"An unopened blade won’t hurt anyone," Wen Ting said, drawing a dagger from a desk drawer nearby.

Song Yun’s gaze was immediately drawn to the red paint on the dagger.

"Browning Beast Eyes!"

Song Yun squinted slightly and said.

"You have quite the eye for things!"

Wen Ting held the Browning Beast Eyes in her hand, did a little trick, and said, "This one also hasn’t been opened. Let’s play, until the first blood. What do you say?"

"Yours is shorter than mine."

Song Yun replied, "I don’t take advantage of women. Give me a shorter one."

"Oh? What do you want then?" Wen Ting asked.

"Got a wooden-handle hunting knife?" Song Yun asked.

"Made in Russia?"

Wen Ting asked.

"Yes."

Song Yun showed off his rare English skills.

"I really do."

Wen Ting opened another drawer on the desk and took out a dagger that looked extremely simple, with a wooden handle. Yet, the tip was slightly different from ordinary daggers, with a curve that wasn’t very pronounced but rather elegant.

"Are all of yours unopened?"

Song Yun asked.

"Mhm, the opened ones are at home. Do you want to play with opened blades? Honey, those things can easily hurt someone; I don’t want to injure you, haha!"

Wen Ting joked.

Song Yun paused for a moment. This Wen Ting is quite peculiar, daring to tease even me. Seems like only Angel dared to tease me like this in the past, right?

Thinking of Angel, Song Yun’s expression darkened. Ever since their last parting, Angel hasn’t appeared in Song Yun’s world. Song Yun exerted a great deal of effort, even posting a bounty on mercenary websites. The high reward attracted countless bounty hunters, joining the search for Angel. Unfortunately, not only have they not found Angel, but they haven’t found a shred of information about her.

Song Yun knows, unless Angel shows up voluntarily, with her god-like skill in disguise and concealment, nobody in this world can find her.

Song Yun not only misses Angel but also worries about her condition.

If he really got shot last time, he estimates that right now, Angel would have his child. If that’s the case, Angel, pregnant with his child, wandering alone out there, makes Song Yun even more anxious. And back when she was a mercenary, Angel had enemies all over the world. If she accidentally bumped into someone...

"Hey!"

A woman’s voice brought Song Yun back from his thoughts.

"You’re the first person to dare to lose focus while playing with me."

Wen Ting said discontentedly: "I’ll show you how to play with daggers properly, and even an unopened blade can make you hurt very, very much."

"Hehe."

Song Yun chuckled without saying a word.

"Shen Yan, don’t blame me if your friend gets hurt by accident later!"

Wen Ting glanced at Shen Yan, who was standing beside him, looking somewhat gloating, and said.

"Mhm mhm, I know, Song Yun, you better be careful later, don’t let anyone hurt you!"

Shen Yan said seriously.

"Do your best!"

Song Yun said with a smile.

"Here I come!"

As soon as Song Yun finished speaking, Wen Ting charged at Song Yun, holding the dagger single-handedly.

Generally, there are two ways to grip a dagger: forward and reversed. The forward grip is primarily for stabbing, while the reverse is for slashing. Most people adopt the forward grip, using the dagger tip to stab. It’s the more common approach, while experts usually prefer the reverse grip, slashing the sharp blade across the skin and flesh.

Wen Ting’s grip was reversed.

Song Yun lightly tossed the wooden-handle hunting knife. As the knife fell back into his hand, his arm suddenly twisted.

Pa.

Song Yun also held the wooden knife handle with a reverse grip and pushed the dagger forward.

Clang.

The Browning Beast Eyes clashed with Song Yun’s seemingly simple wooden-handle hunting knife, sparks flew from the friction of the two unopened blades.

Swoosh!

Wen Ting’s change of move came swiftly; almost as soon as the clash happened, she switched up her move.

Wen Ting’s wrist suddenly rotated.

The Browning Beast Eyes’ blade sank directly downward, then spun again, aiming at Song Yun’s wrist.

When playing with knives, the most crucial part is the wrist. If the wrist is injured, your combat power will decrease by over ninety percent.

Song Yun’s expression didn’t change, and he flicked his wrist in response.

The blade that was originally horizontal now became vertical!

Clang.

The blades of the two daggers collided once again.

"Hmph!"

Wen Ting snorted coldly and suddenly increased the force in her hands.

Song Yun lowered his force as much as possible, equalizing it with Wen Ting’s.

So, Wen Ting, who was increasing her force, pushed Song Yun forward, while Song Yun, who was decreasing his force, retreated from her attack.

At this moment, the scene looked as if Song Yun was being pressured by Wen Ting.

"Whoosh."

As Song Yun retreated, a long leg suddenly appeared beneath him.

It was a sweeping kick!

Song Yun raised his foot, evading the kick, but noticed Wen Ting’s wrist flipped again, and she swung her arm holding the dagger backward.

She was building momentum.

Song Yun squinted.

"Watch this!"

Wen Ting exclaimed as she sent her backward swinging arm forward. The blade attacked outward initially, but during the thrust, it changed direction by a hundred-eighty degrees, facing inward, and her arm traced an S-shape inward, quickly converting to an outward slash.

"Interesting."

Song Yun didn’t retreat but stepped forward, meeting her with his dagger.

Clang clang clang.

Song Yun’s dagger repeatedly clashed in mid-air with Wen Ting’s, occasionally sparking!

Clang.

The Browning Beast Eyes proved thicker and harder than the wooden-handle hunting knife. After a few consecutive hard hits, the hunting knife’s blade broke in the middle, while the Browning Beast Eyes’ blade slashed towards Song Yun’s neck!