Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1392 - 1377: Total Rout

What Lin Kai didn’t expect was that the three he arranged to block the escape route were so lacking in combat power; they were completely defeated at the first contact. It was clear that Xiao Hui and the other two had quite strong fighting abilities.

However, there were still eight of them on his side now. Eight against three and three against three are two completely different concepts. With eight against three, they could quickly beat them into submission.

So, Lin Kai was still full of confidence. He was a bit worried that after Xiao Hui and the others knocked down those three, they might choose to run away. And catching them might be difficult. If the three ran directly into the school, he obviously couldn’t just follow them in, right? Danfu University had its security guards, after all.

Seeing Xiao Hui and the others approaching aggressively, Lin Kai felt a sense of triumph. Since you plan to pretend to be tough, I’ll make you look like fools soon enough!!!!

When the two groups were about thirty to forty meters apart, Song Yun’s side made the first charge. Correspondingly, Lin Kai’s side charged as well. Neither group was professional, so the momentum wasn’t as fierce as during a professional fight. However, with over ten people combined, it was somewhat imposing. An ordinary person seeing this might feel a dry throat.

Though both groups weren’t professional fighters, Song Yun’s side appeared much more ruthless compared to Lin Kai’s side.

At least when the two groups closed in on each other, Lin Kai and his team slowed down first, preparing to fight, while Song Yun’s group, led by Song Yun, just kept charging ahead relentlessly.

Then, when they got extremely close, Song Yun executed a flying kick, hitting the person on the opposite side who was running the fastest and couldn’t stop in time.

Thud.

The kick landed directly in the opponent’s stomach, causing him to clutch his belly and topple over. Song Yun immediately picked up a stool and swung it at the face of the person next to him.

That person was just about to swing an iron rod at Song Yun’s leg when he felt an icy wind rushing in, followed by intense pain in his face, and then everything went black, and he couldn’t see anything.

Even though Xiao Hui was a second-generation (rich), he fought cleanly and could be ruthless when needed.

With one swing of the stool, a fatty wielding an iron rod fell, and another iron rod followed shortly after.

Bang.

Xiao Hui took two hard hits on his hand and shoulder, resulting in two muffled thumps.

Xiao Hui frowned, his body shivering slightly.

Getting hit by an iron rod hurt a lot. Not everyone was like Song Yun. Xiao Hui and Big Head were just ordinary people. Forget about iron rods, even a wooden stick would leave them in pain for quite a while.

But pain was just pain. Xiao Hui didn’t fall. He knew that if he fell now, he’d be completely at the mercy of others.

In a fight, everyone wanted to pick on the weak. If you fall, you’re basically telling the others you’re easy prey, inviting them to come at you. Even those who hadn’t noticed you before might be tempted to come over and kick you.

Enduring the intense pain, Xiao Hui slapped the face of the man who hit him on the shoulder with an iron rod, then kicked the man in the groin.

Bang.

The man fell swiftly.

On the other side.

Big Head’s offensive was going relatively smoothly too. He had a stool in his hand, swinging it wildly. Big Head’s attack style made it hard for others to get close, but the downside was that it was also hard for him to hit anyone or inflict significant damage, as everyone was avoiding him.

On Song Yun’s side.

Song Yun demonstrated formidable combat skills. After taking down two in an instant, Song Yun took a hit on his back with a stick. Usually, it would be impossible for anyone to hit Song Yun, but to avoid appearing inhuman, he chose not to dodge.

However, after getting hit, Song Yun decisively executed a Roundhouse Kick, sending the person who ambushed him flying.

Song Yun took less than ten seconds to deal with three people, astounding the onlookers with his efficiency.

Meanwhile, Xiao Hui had also dealt with two opponents and was engaged with another. Xiao Hui took no less than three hits with the stick, slowing down his movements. However, his opponent was quite agile, but Xiao Hui’s weapon was a Divine Artifact, so he managed to hold on.

Originally, Lin Kai looked like he would fight with Xiao Hui to the death. However, he now found himself in a standoff with Big Head. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to keep fighting Xiao Hui, but upon witnessing Xiao Hui’s ferocity, Lin Kai hesitated. So, he opted to confront Big Head, who seemed easier to tackle, hoping his team would soon subdue Xiao Hui, and then he could step in to finish off. Much to his surprise, Song Yun had quickly resolved the fight on that side, with three people almost instantaneously taken down. Seeing that Song Yun was about to join Xiao Hui’s battle, and there were only three of them left on his side, he realized they were no match.

Given the current situation, rather than thinking about beating them, he considered it fortunate if they could avoid being beaten up.

Lin Kai suddenly felt all sorts of pain throughout his body.

The injuries he sustained earlier now seemed to have erupted.

Lin Kai secretly took a few steps back, leaving one person to contend with Big Head. Then, glancing at Xiao Hui beside him, he weighed the iron rod in his hand, aimed at Xiao Hui, and threw it with force.

The speed of the iron rod was extremely fast, and the precision was spot on. It would only take about a second to hit Xiao Hui’s head, leaving him at the very least with a bleeding head wound.

Lin Kai watched eagerly. If he could bash Xiao Hui’s head, he’d consider the day a win. If he could cause a concussion, it’d be a blessing from Buddha.

Just as the iron rod was about to smash into Xiao Hui’s head, a hand suddenly appeared in its path and caught it with a snap.

A grinning face of Song Yun appeared in Lin Kai’s sight.

Song Yun mouthed a few words, and as someone from Shen Zhou, Lin Kai naturally understood the meaning.

"Idiot!"

Before Lin Kai could even think of a retort, he saw Song Yun wave his hand, and a black, stick-like object inexplicably appeared before him.

Bang.

He got hit directly on the head.