Return of the King, Chapter 609 - 609 598

??609: Chapter 598

609: Chapter 598

Song Yun felt as if sothing had pierced a hole in his back; his strength was rapidly draining away.

Struggling to stand, he found he couldn’t even muster the strength to support himself with his hands on the ground.

“Heavy machine gun!

Damn it,” Song Yun was certain that what had hit him was indeed a heavy machine gun.

However, Song Yun couldn’t understand how this could be; the guards on posts had all been knocked out by Judge, and the newcors hadn’t had the ti to reach the posts.

How could soone still manage to operate the heavy machine gun against him?

“Alas, as powerful as it’s, it’s a sha it can only fire once.” In one of the posts, an annoyed voice was heard followed by the shake of a head, “Being hit directly by this thing, even if it didn’t split him into two, he is probably dead beyond dead.

I’d better hurry and find Judge.”

At that mont, a whoosh sound.

Another cold gleam appeared, and the man who had just hit Song Yun with the heavy weapon suddenly widened his eyes.

However, the speed of the cold gleam was so fast that he barely had ti to defend himself.

Thump.

The knife handle plunged into his throat.

This man, who might have changed history, died just like that, and no one even knew who had killed him.

A white figure flashed past and then disappeared again.

Song Yun felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, as if they might close at any mont, but he forced himself to keep them open, knowing that if he did close them, he might truly have only death in his path.

“Alas.”

A sigh ca from ahead, and a beautiful figure dressed in white appeared in front of Song Yun.

“You’re hurt so badly again.” The figure expressed concern yet also annoyance.

“I’ve troubled you again,” Song Yun struggled to lift his head to gaze at the exquisite face that seed to hail from the Immortal Palace and said, “Qingluan, don’t bla them.”

“I know.” Qingluan nodded, bent down, fed Song Yun sothing, and then carried him on her back.

With a few movents, they disappeared into the night.

“Blood pressure too low, losing too much blood, imdiate ergency!!!”

“There are still bullets inside!

Prepare the antibiotics imdiately!!!”

Amidst a chaotic blur, Song Yun only heard disjointed voices, then felt his body being incessantly manipulated, before losing consciousness.

When Song Yun regained consciousness, he found himself lying in a slightly dilapidated room, with a surgical lamp hanging directly above him, as he lay on a bed.

Although the room looked slightly rundown, the bedding was very clean.

“Where is this…” Song Yun searched his mories but couldn’t place where he was.

“You’re awake,” a female voice gently floated from the side.

“Qingluan.” Song Yun turned his head to look at the girl whose face seed a bit paler.

“You’ve been unconscious for 3 days.” Qingluan sat down beside Song Yun, her face filled with unmistakable concern, an expression Song Yun was seeing for the first ti on her.

“I’m sorry, I thought I was strong enough,” Song Yun admitted guiltily.

“You are indeed strong enough,” Qingluan earnestly stated, “it’s just that there were too many accidents.”

“Alas, always causing you trouble.

I thought I could already protect you all, yet I couldn’t even protect myself, and now I’ve troubled you,” Song Yun’s expression turned sowhat gloomy.

Before his injury, he had always thought of himself as formidable.

He had dealt with people as twisted as Gulang by snapping their necks and tossing them aside, feeling that in the small area of Sunan, no one could rival him.

It wasn’t until he went to rescue Judge that Song Yun realized his limitations, that compared to the great clans, even a prison, his power was limited.

The simplest fact was, if there had been a few more people that night, and their weapons had been better, he might have ended up stuck in that prison, and his grand ambitions would have been nothing but a farce.

“People always learn little by little, don’t they?” Qingluan smiled, picking up an apple from the side without showing any movent, a fruit knife appeared in her hand.

“Indeed, I now realize, one person’s strength, in comparison, even with a city, is very modest and slight,” Song Yun said earnestly.

“Hmm, from a young age, in the path of martial arts, what I’ve learned the most is that learning is endless.

People always need to humbly look within themselves so that they can make greater progress,” Qingluan said, peeling the apple.

She then cut a small piece off with the knife, holding it to Song Yun’s mouth.

Taking a bite of the apple, Song Yun then stated, “I understand now, what I am now, actually, isn’t really much!”

“You don’t have to underestimate yourself so much; at least now, you have the strength to encounter those old monsters and not die, plus, you are much younger than so.

I see it, your potential developnt, is completely higher than Azure Dragon’s.”

“Qingluan, don’t comfort ,” Song Yun said with a bitter laugh.

“It’s not about comforting you.

Although your body is cultivated through elixirs, your own foundations are also very good.

Elixirs provided you a better body, and with your foundation, if you go through more life-and-death training, you will get closer and closer to War God List,” Qingluan explained.

“I didn’t feel like those days before that my martial prowess had grown,” Song Yun frowned and asked.

“That last move where you blocked the bullet with the dagger was perfect, even I would have had to use all my effort to do that as beautifully as you did.

It’s also my fault; I was too far from you at the ti.

I thought you were safe, but I hadn’t expected there to be another person hiding in a post behind you.

By the ti I realized, it was too late.”

“My block?” Song Yun suddenly recalled the mont when he felt a lethal intention behind him, the reflexive block he had executed.

Then, Song Yun realized that at that mont, he felt as if he had broken through so limit, based on the velocity of those heavy bullets, which was extraordinarily fast.

Song Yun, although capable of dodging bullets, could not perfectly block a bullet like that.

This accomplishnt, in comparison with the skill required to rely dodge bullets, was a significant leap ahead.

At that mont, it seed as if all his energy and spirit had concentrated behind his back.

He then seed to see the trajectory of that bullet moving towards his back, aiming at his left rib.

His dagger appeared precisely at his left rib, and then the bullet hit his dagger, breaking it in half, and then drove into his left rib, shattering his rib!

In Song Yun’s mind, it was like a movie replaying the events, the circumstances that unfolded around him at that ti all over again.