Return of the King, Chapter 1326 - 1311: Provocation

Chapter 1326: Chapter 1311: Provocation

"Co on!"

Wu Dasan, with a face full of disdain, beckoned to Song Yun with his finger and said, "Let

see your speed and explosiveness."

In reality, although Wu Dasan appeared disdainful, he was in fact extrely cautious. These days, many things seem coincidental, but often they aren’t dammit.

Like those two moves from Song Yun just now.

Although Wu Dasan looked brawny, his mind was quite ticulous. He rembered an incident from last week involving Shi Wenxi, where Shi Wenxi was accidentally stepped on by Song Yun and ended up in the hospital.

If one thing is a coincidence, the second thing is also a coincidence, and the third thing still appears to be a coincidence, then it’s definitely not a coincidence.

The probability of coincidence is too small; if it happens once, it’s earth-shattering, but if it happens three tis in a row, it can’t be called a coincidence anymore.

Therefore, Wu Dasan planned to let Song Yun attack him first! Because according to these three so-called coincidences, it seed that Song Yun was always the target of attack. If Song Yun attacked first, maybe he could spot so flaws in Song Yun.

Wu Dasan’s plan wasn’t bad, but there was one thing he hadn’t considered: even if everything wasn’t coincidental and it was all intentional by Song Yun, so what? Does that an he could defeat Song Yun?

Song Yun smiled at Wu Dasan and said, "You want

to attack first?"

"That’s right, co on."

Wu Dasan nodded and said, "I am not accustod to making the first move against a junior."

"Alright then."

Song Yun nodded.

Originally with his palms facing outward, he suddenly pressed them downward and then swung them backwards.

Whoosh.

Song Yun charged towards Wu Dasan like an arrow leaving the string.

So fast!

Wu Dasan’s pupils contracted!

Song Yun’s speed was incredibly fast, hardly differing from his own full strength burst!

It seems this person is indeed extraordinary!

Such were Wu Dasan’s thoughts.

In truth, what Wu Dasan didn’t know was that, to avoid appearing too inhuman, Song Yun had already suppressed his own speed by a significant degree. If Song Yun unleashed his maximum speed, no one present, apart from Ye Shishi, would probably able to see his moves clearly.

"Co on!"

Being a lover of martial arts, otherwise he wouldn’t have beco the president of the Karate Society, Wu Dasan felt his fighting spirit flare as Song Yun ca at him fiercely.

"Bang!"

Just as Wu Dasan raised his hands, Song Yun’s fist struck Wu Dasan’s arm, producing a dull thud.

"Such a strong force!"

Wu Dasan took two steps back, imdiately stepping forward to close in on the advancing Song Yun!

Chop.

Wu Dasan’s hands turned into blades, slashing directly at Song Yun’s neck. Though simple, this chop was one of karate’s secret techniques, extrely powerful; an ordinary person hit by it would pass out on the spot. Even seasoned fighters, if they couldn’t defend and neutralize the force in ti, could be severely injured by it. More crucially, the angle of Wu Dasan’s chop was slightly askew; a move intended only to knock soone out could now sever a nerve, causing paralysis in the lower half of the body.

Song Yun’s eyes narrowed.

His shoulder shifted sideways, dodging Wu Dasan’s attack. He then lowered his body slightly and punched upward directly at Wu Dasan’s left rib.

Song Yun’s move was swift and accurate compared to the comical moves the two had used earlier; it was like night and day, a Sun Wukong to a Zhu Bajie, a Lin Zhiling to a Luo Yufeng.

Bang.

Just one punch.

Song Yun withheld ninety-nine percent of his strength in that punch, yet it was still beyond what ordinary people could endure.

Wu Dasan’s eyes dimd for a mont upon being hit, and then they shut tightly.

"Ugh!"

Wu Dasan’s whole body was lifted off the ground by that punch from Song Yun, raised about ten centiters. Don’t underestimate these ten centiters; a calculation of kinetic and potential energy conversion would easily show the imnse power behind Song Yun’s punch.

Thud.

After being lifted, Wu Dasan quickly fell back down, almost coughing up blood from the force of Song Yun’s punch. His legs went weak beneath him, rendering him unable to stand. Upon hitting the ground, his legs gave way, and he collapsed directly.

"Cough cough cough."

Wu Dasan clutched his stomach, curling up on the ground like a shrimp. Despite being the president of the Karate Society, and quite formidable himself, in front of Song Yun, he was destined to remain a minor character, although now as just the third-tier supporting role.

Song Yun let out a long breath and said, "I’m sorry."

"You... you tricked !!!"

Although he expected Song Yun to have so skills, Wu Dasan completely underestimated how formidable Song Yun was. With just one move, he was rendered powerless, deprived of the chance to fight back; it was unspeakably unfair. He still had many skills unused, his magic points were full, and even the super finisher move, down-forward-down-forward-A, hadn’t been executed before he was already knocked out. The injustice was too imnse to bear.

"How did I trick you?" Song Yun blinked and smiled, "You asked

to attack, so I did. Sorry, I’m not good at defense, only offense. It’s just that in the last two rounds, others attacked . I’m not good at defense, so naturally, I was in danger. But now I attacked first, so all you can do is suffer."

"You!!"

Feeling the sharp pain in his ribs, Wu Dasan’s face was drenched in sweat. He squinted, lying on the ground, as he slipped his hand into his clothes.

Inside his clothes was a small knife.

This small knife was a gift from Xuan Yuanyi earlier, one of the rewards for this event. Since Wu Dasan had always had a fondness for bladed weapons, it was tucked away on his person when Xuan Yuanyi gave it to him.

The knife was a Swiss army knife, sharpened.

"Alright, I’ve even taken down the president of the Karate Society, no point sticking around here any longer."

Song Yun, smiling broadly, glanced around before turning to leave.

"If I cripple you, I can get the money!"

Touching the army knife in his pocket and gritting his teeth, Wu Dasan glared at Song Yun’s back, supporting his body with his hand, and slowly stood up.