Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1360 - 1345: Inner Qi Leaving the Body

"Buzz."

Song Yun had just guided his Inner Qi to launch the sonic attack when he suddenly felt a sharp numbness in a part of his body.

"Hmph, you think my sonic waves resonate at just one frequency? You think you can block them with Inner Qi? Ridiculous! Young man, I’ll show you what it means to have the wisdom of the older generation. You’re doomed!"

Sound Demon snorted coldly, suddenly increasing the pressure of his attack.

Thud, thud, thud.

Three muffled sounds echoed from Song Yun’s body, and he staggered backward, taking three steps.

"I...ugh."

Song Yun coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Song Yun bet that today would be the day he spits the most blood.

At that moment, Song Yun suddenly realized that his nerves seemed to have become somewhat... less sensitive.

This realization was quite abrupt.

It’s like you’re walking and suddenly trip, only to discover your shoelace has come undone.

Song Yun tried moving his hands and feet. Although they looked the same, he noticed that their reaction speed seemed to have slowed by an infinitesimal amount.

This slowness was hard to detect, but Song Yun noticed it, which could only be called a miracle.

"Have you realized it?"

Sound Demon laughed, looking at Song Yun, "Actually, my attack’s main strength isn’t how much it can hurt you but how it paralyzes your neurons, slowing your reaction speed. You’ve never heard of me or studied me, so you definitely wouldn’t know this."

"Damn it! How’s that possible!"

"Why not? My sound waves have evolved beyond just causing harm. They’re intangible and invisible, with incredible penetration. After decades of research, I finally made them capable of interfering with neurons. You... no longer have a chance to win."

"Tch."

Song Yun sneered, glancing at Sound Demon’s stick, "Even if I’m paralyzed and can only move one hand, I’ll still take you down."

"I don’t know what to call you. Foolish or foolish or just foolish? You’ll find your movements gradually getting out of your control, your limbs will become numb, and by then, you’ll be a lamb to the slaughter," Sound Demon chuckled.

"Idiot."

Song Yun shouted, charging fiercely at Sound Demon.

Though his face displayed ease, Song Yun understood that if he took more hits from this guy, he might temporarily lose the ability to move, at which point he’d be truly helpless.

To prevent that outcome, Song Yun chose to attack aggressively. No matter what, he had to take him down first.

Song Yun unleashed his speed explosively, and before Sound Demon’s stick could draw the erhu string, Song Yun was already in front of him.

Yet, this time, Song Yun didn’t continue with a punch; instead, he swept his hand behind him.

A black dagger appeared in Song Yun’s hand.

Qisha!

The Qisha dagger, which had helped Song Yun out of life-and-death crises multiple times!

Swish.

A streak of dark light flashed.

The blade of Qisha sliced towards Sound Demon’s head.

Sound Demon snorted disdainfully, quickly stepping back.

Song Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly as he forcefully infused his Inner Qi into the Qisha.

Letting Inner Qi leave the body is nearly impossible because Inner Qi, though more refined than regular air, is still part of the air. Once out in the open, it would quickly be overwhelmed, like a little girl stripped and thrown into a mob of attackers.

This is nature’s law.

Song Yun had once tried compressing his Inner Qi around his body against a ghost warrior, which succeeded because he compressed his qi to the limit for a brief moment.

Even so, the consumption of Inner Qi was astounding, and no sane person would do that regularly.

But Song Yun had an abundance of Inner Qi, continuously growing, so much so that Qingluan once worried it might one day explode him.

Now, Song Yun compressed his Inner Qi again, directing it onto the Qisha.

This wasn’t the same as Sound Demon’s technique; Sound Demon merely diffused a little Qi to resonate with the strings, enhancing attack intensity with almost no cost. What Song Yun did forced all his Qi to adhere to Qisha.

And forcibly externalize and adhere it.

Inner Qi is vital, not something easily externalized, with each release bringing intense pain. If it were easy, Song Yun would’ve long abandoned it to avoid an overload.

Inner Qi transfers perfectly between humans, but once within someone else, it quickly disperses like the body’s expelled gases, wasted.

This is a severe waste, which is why Song Yun doesn’t dissipate excessive Inner Qi this way.

Like knowing overeating is dangerous but still hesitant to waste something valuable.

Song Yun couldn’t bear wasting it either, but if his meridians threatened to burst one day, he might reconsider.

Meanwhile, he searched for ways to strengthen his meridians.

Thinking about this, Song Yun remembered the legendary Ancient Martial Arts and his cousin, Ye Shishi.

Distracted as he was, his nerves were undoubtedly thick.

Either way, Song Yun still managed to compress his Inner Qi and direct it to the Qisha.

At the moment of externalization, Song Yun felt a powerful tearing sensation throughout his body, a punishment for defying his body.

"Damn it!"

Song Yun shouted, abandoning the Qi compression and swinging Qisha.

The blade of Qisha slashed fiercely towards the erhu strings.

If you looked closely at the tip of Qisha, you’d see a whisper of airflow pulsing there.

"Trying to sever my strings? Naive!"

Sound Demon laughed, pulling his stick back.

Song Yun was quick, but so was Sound Demon.

Qisha’s blade barely grazed the strings.

It didn’t cut through!

Sound Demon sneered, placing the stick on the strings, leaping back two steps, and then fiercely pulling it down and up again.

A melody different from before emerged.

Song Yun squinted, retreating rapidly.

Thud, thud, thud.

Just like before, the sonic waves struck Song Yun.

But in Song Yun’s eyes, a gleam appeared.

And on the strings, an almost invisible crack appeared, slowly widening with each pull of the stick...