Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1843 - 1727: Infighting?

Seeing Wuqing draw out his weapon, Wang Dun touched his lower back and took out two crescent-shaped short knives.

To them, cold weapons were more useful than hot weapons.

And with weapons, their combat strength was definitely higher than fighting barehanded.

Song Yun felt frustrated; he had no weapon handy, only his fists to rely on.

He did have a dagger hidden in his trouser cuff, but it was too ordinary, not the Seven Kill, and thus useless.

Seeing a long spear and two curved knives coming at him, Song Yun still used his boxing style, steady as a mountain, leveraging force against force.

Despite being bare-handed, he undeniably blocked their attack, fighting evenly.

The battle seemed to last forever with no winner emerging.

Finally, Wuqing seized the moment, thrusting his spear towards Song Yun’s feet, passing between his legs, sweeping with the spear shaft, forcing Song Yun to leap into the air.

"Good!"

Wang Dun shouted praise, moving to slash Song Yun in mid-air with his twin knives.

Song Yun used his waist and abs to twist, narrowly dodging the first knife from Wang Dun.

But the second knife was beyond his ability to evade.

As the curved knife was about to strike Song Yun’s waist, suddenly, the long spear swept in, clanging as it blocked the knife’s attack.

Song Yun landed and fixed his eyes, realizing it was Wuqing who had helped him.

Confused, Song Yun wondered why Wuqing would assist him.

Wang Dun, having finally seen an opportunity, interrupted by Wuqing, furiously demanded, "Wuqing, what are you doing, are you crazy?"

"I never said I was normal!"

Wuqing sneered, turning his back to Song Yun, facing Wang Dun, saying, "Come on, Wang Dun. Let’s play."

Seeing this, both Song Yun and Wang Dun were stunned.

Wang Dun yelled, "Wuqing, you’re one of the Golden Dragon Palace, we’re the team, yet you help these two criminals?!"

Wuqing replied, "Didn’t you hear me? I am the Wudang outcast, Wuqing!"

Wang Dun spoke in a somber tone, "So you’re saying you never considered yourself part of the Golden Dragon Palace?"

Wuqing responded, "I do work for the Golden Dragon Palace, but I still see myself as a Wudang disciple."

Wang Dun was at a loss for words, glanced at Song Yun behind Wuqing, and asked, "Wuqing, why did you help him?"

"Because I wanted to."

Wuqing offered no explanation, spoke to Song Yun without turning his head, "Kid, get your companions out of here quickly, you’ve violated the rules, the Golden Dragon Palace won’t let you off. Next time, you won’t find a good person like me, hahaha!"

Song Yun was somewhat puzzled but still cupped his hands to Wuqing, saying, "Thank you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuqing promptly attacked, starting a fight with Wang Dun.

The two were closely matched, knowing each other well, unable to gain an advantage, and fought an exciting stalemate.

However, Song Yun knew that given enough time, Wuqing would surely win.

He did not hurry to leave, he wanted to wait until Wuqing defeated Wang Dun to ask why he helped him.

Moreover, when he used that boxing style earlier, he noticed something indescribable in Wuqing’s gaze, perhaps he knew something.

Just then, Juan Mao approached and asked Song Yun, "Do you know this Wuqing?"

Song Yun shook his head, "Don’t know him."

Juan Mao questioned in confusion, "Strange, then why did he help you?"

"I also want to know." Song Yun shrugged, asking, "By the way, how are your hands?"

Juan Mao glanced at his fractured hands, "Not going to die."

Song Yun continued to ask, "From the way you looked earlier, you seem to know a lot about the Golden Dragon Palace, tell me about it."

Previously, when the mysterious beggar approached Song Yun, trying to recruit him into the Golden Dragon Palace, Song Yun declined, so the beggar didn’t reveal the Golden Dragon Palace’s background.

Thus, besides knowing of the Golden Dragon Palace’s existence, Song Yun was clueless about it.

Speaking of the Golden Dragon Palace, Juan Mao’s gaze turned dark as he spoke solemnly, "The Golden Dragon Palace maintains justice, secretive families like the Ye Family and Shi Family are interconnected with the Golden Dragon Palace, gathering many experts mostly from various sects and families. They secretly handle cases, don’t operate openly, mainly targeting illegal martial arts experts."

"Chivalry violates the law, hence a system is needed on this land."

Song Yun nodded and continued, "By the way, Juan Mao, you seem to hate the Golden Dragon Palace?"

Juan Mao clenched his fists, his gaze cold, speaking seriously, "I don’t hate the Golden Dragon Palace, but the Hall Master of the Golden Dragon Palace!"

"Who is the Hall Master of the Golden Dragon Palace?"

Song Yun asked, thinking this person was undoubtedly extraordinary.

Juan Mao was about to answer with his mouth open when suddenly a figure appeared, so fast it was only a black blur.

This figure charged at Wuqing, who was fighting Wang Dun. Upon seeing the black shadow, Wuqing’s face showed fear; he pushed Wang Dun away with his spear and dashed away.

But his speed was inferior to the shadow, which collided with his back, sending him flying like a cannonball, landing and spitting several mouthfuls of blood, using his spear for support to stand firm.

He gritted his teeth, staring at the shadow filled with anger and discontent but didn’t retaliate.

Seeing this, Song Yun’s heart skipped a beat; a master like Wuqing was defeated in one hit by the shadow. Who was this shadow that was so powerful?

He turned to look at the shadow; after colliding with Wuqing, the shadow retreated mid-air, standing in the center surrounded by Song Yun, Juan Mao, Wuqing, and Wang Dun.

This person wore a black robe, hooded, concealing his features, exuding a sense of mystery and strength.

"You are from the Golden Dragon Palace, assigned to carry out a task, yet you attacked your own. That strike was your punishment. If it happens again, I will not let you off lightly."

A deep, heavy voice emanated from the robe, carrying an authoritative tone.

"Hmph!"

Wuqing snorted coldly, glanced at Song Yun, his eyes shifted, then ran towards the distance without turning back, "If you dare harm Song Yun, you will regret it. Consider this my advice."

Soon, Wuqing disappeared from sight, the black-robed man did not pursue or say anything further.

Wang Dun breathed a sigh of relief, putting away his knives.

If it hadn’t been for the prompt arrival of the black-robed man, he feared the madman Wuqing might have killed him.

He approached the black-robed man, cupped his hands, saying, "Wang Dun pays respects..."

Bam.

Before Wang Dun finished speaking, the black-robed man suddenly slapped his chest; Wang Dun couldn’t react and was sent flying backward, crashing into a nearby Toyota, denting the hood, with white smoke billowing from the engine, the car emitting a beeping alarm.

Wang Dun spit a mouthful of blood, struggling to stand, looked at the black-robed man, his face full of confusion.

Internal conflict?!

Song Yun was utterly perplexed at this point; first Wuqing helped him fight Wang Dun, then the black-robed man attacked Wuqing, now the black-robed man hit Wang Dun.

What was going on? Do the people of the Golden Dragon Palace enjoy thrill-seeking games?