Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1640 - 1534: Exposed

Bian Yan swung another move, "Flick Fish Style," and Song Yun leaned his head back, then pretended to stand unstably, staggering a few steps backward. Song Yun had already retreated to Xia Tian’s attack range. As long as Bian Yan chased after, it would be time for him to be played with. Song Yun felt a hint of happiness in his heart.

Quickly resolve this idiot, then use his incredibly awesome skills to take down East King Feng Ya. Knock him down first, then cut two slashes on his face, damn it, the most annoying thing is those who are neither as handsome nor pretentious as oneself. It’s fine to show off oneself, but others cannot.

As Song Yun retreated, he flicked Bian Yan’s groin with his toe, unsure whether he hit his little brother, but judging by Bian Yan’s grimacing expression, he seemed quite uncomfortable.

The opponent’s ordinary face turned purple-red with anger. Continuous failures made him lose face, and remembering what he said at the beginning made him want to cut someone, though he had been chopping without hitting.

Having been attacked, Bian Yan became angrier and saw Song Yun retreating a few steps further. He quickly rubbed his little brother and raised his saber to chase. A white figure flashed by, and Bian Yan’s steps were pulled back.

It was Feng Ya, who had been watching on the side. Feng Ya was also seeing Song Yun’s moves for the first time, purposely observing Bian Yan’s skills, knowing oneself and the enemy is the sure way to win. He’d been attentively memorizing from the side. But Song Yun rarely retaliates, continuously retreating, which made him suspicious. Could it be the opponent’s strength is just like this?

Impossible. Although Feng Ya hadn’t seen Song Yun fight, nor had data on his dueling, he denied the possibility of Song Yun’s martial arts being weak based on his master’s skills and the rumor of Song Yun being a rare martial prodigy in the sect.

How could someone like this gain favor from someone as proud as Yaksha?

Why would such a person assume leadership of the Green Dragon Sect? Only someone like Bian Yan, who has shit for brains, would say the Green Dragon Sect is a small order. Yes, previously they couldn’t even fit Hong Sect’s shoes, but in recent decades, several extraordinary talents have emerged from Green Dragon Sect.

Moreover, they were the first to enter the city, combining ancient martial arts with modern technology and investing heavily in connections, making Green Dragon Sect expand rapidly like leavened dough.

Though its overall strength isn’t as great as Hong Sect, its development momentum is extremely steady. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be rumors of "North Azure Dragon, South Hong Sect."

If his martial arts are decent, then why is he always dodging without attacking? Even if his skills aren’t as good as Bian Yan’s, they’re not so weak he can’t fight back, right? Although he did use some skillful attacks, they seemed intentionally inconsequential to the observer. He seemed bent on luring Bian Yan backwards. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Watching Song Yun’s movements and observing their surroundings, Feng Ya’s face turned pale.

Snipers.

Bian Yan had already neglected their terrain and the fact the opponent had a sniper. He wanted to lure Bian Yan into the sniper’s range, then effortlessly kill him, then focus solely on dealing with Feng Ya.

No longer caring about Bian Yan’s prohibition against interference, Feng Ya dashed over and grabbed Bian Yan, who had just stepped forward. Close call, one more second, and it would have been his corpse.

Song Yun regretted it slightly. Knowing his intentions were seen through by the intelligent East King, killing Bian Yan now would be difficult. But Feng Ya’s sudden swift movement made Song Yun’s gaze narrow. As expected, it’s a master indeed. His skills are no worse than Bian Yan, which surprised Song Yun because, like himself, Feng Ya is a speed-type opponent. Interesting.

Bian Yan had just suffered a loss, fiercely striking in anger, suddenly pulled back by Feng Ya, who had warned him earlier.

He swung back at Feng Ya.

"I told you, no meddling. Why do you interfere with me?" Bian Yan cursed, swinging his saber at his ally. He still didn’t understand Song Yun’s intention.

"He plotted against you. I just saved you," Feng Ya dodged while explaining, regretting deeply.

"Really don’t know if saving such an idiot was right or wrong."

"Bullshit. He was fighting me directly, why plot anything? Fuck you smart-ass. I was close to succeeding, and you sabotaged it." Bian Yan grew more enraged, initially swinging falsely and now genuinely furious.

"Hmph, close to success? Aren’t you ashamed to say it? You’ve been fighting all day and injured his coat? He was leading you into a sniper’s attack range, effortlessly dealing with you. Think it over. Idiot, Song Yun ranks top three in the War God List, for someone like you, it’s tough to get even top ten." Feng Ya said sarcastically, also slightly angry.

"Bullshit. I did hit his coat, I..." Bian Yan, attacking Feng Ya aggressively, suddenly stopped, face full of fury staring at Song Yun. "You’re trying to trick me? We agreed on a duel."

Song Yun smiled and said, "I’m dueling you. Don’t listen to that agitator, let’s continue. I don’t believe I can’t take you down."

Bian Yan reacted slowly, but he’s not truly dumb.

Seeing Song Yun’s position and recalling the scene, he knows Feng Ya was right. Furious, he cursed, "You despicable scoundrel, clearly agreed on a duel, yet secretly playing dirty. You’re the sect leader, utterly shameless."

"Brother, you misread me. I’m genuinely dueling you. If a sniper targets you later, I’ll lie down and won’t make a move. You’ll only fight one person, not more than two," Song Yun said sincerely.

"I’ll kill you." Bian Yan roared, charging at Song Yun.

"Let’s join forces, quickly end him," Feng Ya saw Bian Yan finally understood, laughed, then accelerated, attacking Song Yun swiftly.

Bian Yan’s fierce intensity plus anger from being manipulated drove him to a reckless fighting style. Feng Ya, once his speed kicks in, was like a gust around Song Yun, striking and retreating, fighting guerrilla style. One hard, one soft, the two coordinated seamlessly. Song Yun struggled to cope.

The scene became one-sided again, this time with Song Yun at a disadvantage.

Crow had always acted cautiously, both now and in the past.

Having served as a special force member, retired, then joined a small mercenary group.

Troubled in the tri-border area for a while, but forced to disband due to conflict.

Betrayed by someone, the big-shot he was ordered to assassinate sent men after him. After a foot-long scar was left on his face, he barely escaped alive, saved by Feng Ya, who was not yet East King then.

Originally, he wasn’t a core Hong Sect member, just an affiliate.

When Feng Ya became Hong Sect’s influential East King, Crow joined internally with him. For the first time, he was astonished by this organization.

Feng Ya gave him rebirth, and a sense of belonging.

Thus, Crow’s gratitude towards Feng Ya was heartfelt. If need be, he’d die for Feng Ya. While such words might seem disgusting when said between men, it’s his genuine sentiment. Without experiencing near-death, pursued by that big-shot, one wouldn’t grasp a man’s grateful return for another man’s favor. When Crow presumed certain death, Feng Ya appeared.

He helped deal with the chasing squad of eight, then had Crow carried back. While it might’ve been a casual act of kindness for Feng Ya, it wasn’t the same for Crow. This man granted him a second life.