Chapter 889: Chapter 878: Battle Against Mr. Ma

As the leader of the group, Mr. Ma has been in a high position for countless years. Almost no one present had ever seen Mr. Ma take action. Similarly, Song Yun had never seen this old man make a move, but just based on his current feeling, Song Yun thought Mr. Ma should be at Qingluan’s level, perhaps even slightly stronger than Qingluan.

Tang Lin slightly furrowed his brows, then relaxed them, walked up to Mr. Ma, and said, “This… Mr. Ma, you don’t need to bother with this youngster!”

“Tang Lin, there’s no place for you to speak here!” Mr. Ma threw Tang Lin’s words back at him with just one sentence. Tang Lin’s expression didn’t change; he gave a slight smile and stepped back, but then unobtrusively nodded slightly towards Song Yun.

Song Yun was unclear about the meaning behind Tang Lin’s nod, but it inexplicably heightened his vigilance.

The news of Mr. Ma personally making a move quickly spread throughout the Special Operations Division, and roughly about ten more people gradually arrived, making the number of people in the hall about thirty. Given that the entire Special Operations Division comprises just over fifty people, about two-thirds of the division’s personnel were present here.

Behind Mr. Ma stood the members of the group, all of whom looked at Song Yun with intimidating demeanors and confident expressions. Mr. Ma was a leader-level figure. What’s a leader-level figure? Someone who can stand on equal footing with the Clan Leaders of Zhao, Li, Tang, and Zhou families!

Although in terms of financial and material resources, the Special Operations Division couldn’t compare with those large families in Beijing, in terms of attack power, the Special Operations Division could outshine all of Shen Zhou. As long as these over fifty people could exert force together, they could even overthrow the system of some small countries without a problem.

Mr. Ma had his hands clasped behind his back, showing an appearance of an enlightened sage. He looked at Song Yun and said, “This is our rule: if you can defeat me, I will give you anything you want. If you cannot defeat me, you must unconditionally sell yourself to my group. How about it?”

Song Yun frowned; he originally thought Mr. Ma might demand something from him, but he didn’t expect Mr. Ma to want him! Could it be that this old man was still holding onto some fantasy or expectation about him? He had killed Mr. Ma’s subordinate!

Mr. Ma’s words deepened Song Yun’s wariness towards him.

“So, what do you say? I, the old man, speak and act as promised.” Mr. Ma squinted his eyes and asked.

“Let’s go, but there must be a time limit!” Song Yun said.

“Oh? What time limit?” Mr. Ma asked.

“One minute! If within one minute, neither of us can defeat the other, it’s a draw, how about that?” Song Yun proposed. It was a way to leave himself a way out—if this so-called Mr. Ma turned out to be as formidable as a Saint, then at least he could buy some time, and enduring for a minute should not be a problem!

Mr. Ma slightly curved his lips, seemingly smiling, or maybe sneering, and said, “Alright!”

The surrounding people automatically stepped to the side, clearing the center of the hall; no one dared to speak. It must be understood that the man before them was the leader of a group, a legendary figure, appearing not only before everyone but also engaging in a duel with a newcomer. Although this newcomer seemed quite impressive, it hardly seemed necessary for Mr. Ma to take action personally!

Furthermore, Mr. Ma’s demand made everyone puzzled about his intentions. Why would Mr. Ma make such a request? Could Song Yun really be that valuable?

Song Yun steeled himself and looked calmly at Mr. Ma, adjusting every muscle in his body to the optimal state, and his powerful sixth sense was entirely extended outward, capturing everything about Mr. Ma, including his heartbeat rate and blood flow velocity!

Mr. Ma smiled slightly; his aura not only did not enhance but rather weakened a bit.

“Shall we begin?” Mr. Ma said.

“Ready!” As soon as Song Yun’s words fell, he charged toward Mr. Ma.

Strike the enemy first!

Faced with a master who looked likely to be of a higher level than himself, Song Yun dared not be complacent and directly attacked before Mr. Ma could make a move.

Mr. Ma stayed motionless, calmly watching Song Yun.

After taking several large strides forward, when Song Yun was in front of Mr. Ma, his front foot stomped heavily on the ground. With the force of this stomp, Song Yun’s upper body surged towards Mr. Ma’s upper body, and his fist followed that momentum, aiming straight at Mr. Ma’s chest.

Seeing that his punch was about to hit Mr. Ma’s chest, Song Yun felt no sense of triumph or happiness since Mr. Ma still hadn’t moved.

Though puzzled, Song Yun’s punch, once thrown, couldn’t be taken back! Regardless of any doubts, if the punch hit the target, that settled it.

Just as Song Yun’s fist touched Mr. Ma’s clothes, Mr. Ma moved!

When still, Mr. Ma was like a statue—steady, calm, and serene.

But in that sudden movement in less than a split second, the feeling Song Yun got from Mr. Ma transformed from a statue into a massive, overpowering presence.

His aura suddenly surged to a much higher intensity, even stronger than it initially was.

Mr. Ma’s leg shifted slightly aside, his body subtly avoided Song Yun’s punch, without much visible action, just simply bumping his left shoulder into Song Yun’s frame.

Song Yun then felt an overpowering strength emanating from Mr. Ma’s shoulder, neutralizing all his force, sending him flying backward.

Song Yun was astounded; how could this person be so strong!

Though it was just a simple bump, Song Yun had exerted all his might! That simple collision left Song Yun, who was exerting full force, flying away; if Mr. Ma went all out, wouldn’t he be sent flying to the Moon?

Though Song Yun was flung away, he felt no major issues with his body, only slight chest pain. In mid-air, Song Yun twisted his body, landing steadily on his feet.

While contemplating his next attack move, Song Yun saw Mr. Ma’s body appear in front of him in an instant, his hands suddenly grasping Song Yun’s arms, pulling Song Yun towards himself!