Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 887: 876: Being Treated Like a Fool
Chapter 887: Chapter 876: Being Treated Like a Fool
Song Yun’s strike was quite accidental; to outsiders, it seemed as if Song Yun hit by sheer coincidence. People around him could only feel helpless about Song Yun’s luck. Sometimes fighting requires luck, like when a punch inadvertently hits the opponent’s weak spot, you’ve hit the jackpot.
That’s exactly what happened with Song Yun’s strike just now.
After Song Yun struggled to win this round, he received two bottles of recovery potion again. Song Yun was overjoyed, and with these two matches, he’d brought honor to Group Three. If Elder Zhu might reward him with hundreds of bottles of potion out of joy, then he would really hit it big.
Of course, this final thought was merely Song Yun daydreaming.
Just like that, Song Yun owned four bottles of recovery potion.
Tang Lin was the one most familiar with Song Yun among these people. Seeing Song Yun performing so energetically and even obviously cheating some of his group members, Tang Lin showed no reaction but simply smiled and watched Song Yun, which made Song Yun even more curious about Tang Lin.
This person seemed to be from Group Two but was very concerned about him. In this day and age, Song Yun didn’t believe in caring without reason. He thought Tang Lin must have some objective or motive behind his kindness, but Song Yun still couldn’t detect any clue as to what it might be.
“This comrade, very impressive!” Mr. Lang said with a hint of praise on his face, “You’ve beaten two of our Group One and Two experts, haha!”
From Mr. Lang’s smiling face, Song Yun saw a trace of ruthlessness and responded with a smile, “Well… everyone was kind to me!”
“Strength is strength; since you can beat both of our members, would you mind having a match with me?” Mr. Lang asked.
“This… you’re joking, right?” Song Yun looked at Mr. Lang oddly and said, “I’ve fought hard in two matches and am now exhausted. I can barely walk, and you want me to fight in this condition? You think I’m stupid?”
“Hahaha, we can change the way the competition works.” Mr. Lang laughed and said, “As long as you touch any part of my head directly, I’ll give you ten bottles of recovery potion. But if you can’t do it in five minutes, you give me four bottles. Do you think that’s fair?”
“This…” Song Yun’s face showed hesitation and conflict.
“Think about it! Just touching any part of my head will earn you 10 bottles of recovery potion. If converted to RMB, they’re worth at least ten billion!” Mr. Lang tempted.
Perhaps Mr. Lang’s temptation was effective, as Song Yun decisively wavered.
“You mean, as long as I touch it, it counts?” Song Yun asked.
“Of course, as long as you touch it, it counts!” Mr. Lang smiled.
“Within five minutes?”
“Yes, within five minutes!”
“Well… alright then!” After hesitating for a long time, Song Yun finally nodded.
Mr. Lang felt a rush of joy in his heart, as if he could see those four bottles of potion waving at him!
Mr. Lang was very confident in his capabilities. At least in the last fight against Qilin, Mr. Lang was evenly matched with Qilin, which proved he had a top-three Dragon List level of skill. Given his abilities, even if the man from Group Three was at his peak, it wouldn’t be possible to touch his head, let alone now. So, Mr. Lang already considered the two redemption vouchers in Song Yun’s pocket as belonging to him.
Those were worth at least a few billion! Of course, this was only in terms of value; no one would really spend a few billion to buy such things.
The two of them quickly stood face to face, with Mr. Lang pulling a spectator out to act as a referee.
“It’s quite impressive for Group Three to have someone like you!” Mr. Lang confidently said as he looked at Song Yun, “But this time, you’ll pay the price for your carelessness and greed. Ten bottles of potion aren’t easy to earn!”
Song Yun replied, “Well… you never know until you try, right?”
“Can we start?” The referee asked Mr. Lang.
Mr. Lang nodded and said, “As you wish, I can start anytime.”
“Are you ready to start?” The referee asked Song Yun.
“Ready!”
“Then let’s begin.” The referee said and directly stepped aside. In his view, this newcomer was bound to be crushed, Mr. Lang, the leader of Group Two, who could stand alongside Qilin, such a figure losing to a newcomer was laughable.
But just as the referee thought this, he suddenly saw Song Yun vanish!
Yes, he vanished, and when he reappeared, Song Yun was only about ten centimeters away from Mr. Lang!
Whoosh.
The people watching around them gasped instantly. This… what kind of speed is this! Such speed was almost catching up to a full-speed cheetah, wasn’t it?
Mr. Lang was also very surprised that this newcomer still had such speed at this time. Was this the eruption of a small universe, or had he awakened past-life memories and turned into a Super Saiyan?
However, despite the speed, Mr. Lang didn’t care much because having speed didn’t mean having power!
Mr. Lang naturally extended his hands, based on Song Yun’s direction and trajectory of his punch, already prepared to block Song Yun’s incoming attack at any time. Furthermore, Mr. Lang added some secret force to his hands, so by the time it came into contact with Song Yun, this force would be enough to actually harm him!
Song Yun swung his fist, delivering a rather simple, straightforward left hook.
This punch wasn’t exceptionally fast, only average, and didn’t produce any sonic boom, so it seemed relatively ordinary, causing some people to relax a bit. They reckoned he merely had a spur-of-the-moment speed burst, but the punch itself wasn’t impressive.
Mr. Lang’s hand was already in the path of Song Yun’s attacking punch, his expression unwavering and calm throughout, calm enough to be seen as possessing the aura of a master. Mr. Lang was discreetly calculating how to act when the punch arrived so that no one would notice him injuring the newcomer, because Mr. Lang was a reputable figure, and injuring a newcomer directly would be considered bullying.
Song Yun’s fist finally made contact with Mr. Lang’s hand. Mr. Lang’s secret force had already begun to flow, ready to disperse the energy of the punch before him.
However…