Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 2060: Chapter 1849: Magic Artifact Showdown_2

He secretly felt lucky that he hadn’t made a move to kill Song Yun just now.

Otherwise, it would’ve been another huge headache.

Right now, on the arena, if Song Yun was killed by Shen Lingyun in a proper duel, even Yaksha would have nothing to say.

After Song Yun refused to borrow Huang Jinseng’s sword, he stepped onto the arena.

Shen Lingyun looked at him with a mocking expression and sneered, "You seem to get along pretty well with people, but I wonder how well you get along with ghosts. In a bit I’m going to kill you, and if your ghost connections are bad, once you die, you’ll end up getting bullied by other ghosts."

"There have been, if not a thousand then at least eight hundred people who wanted to kill me, Song Yun. But now, they’ve all moved into minus 18th floor. I think you must be very interested in that place. So I’ve decided to send you there."

Song Yun’s lips hooked into a faint arc, his sharp gaze locked on Shen Lingyun, looking like he was talking to himself.

"Sharp tongue!"

Shen Lingyun snorted coldly and stopped talking, gathering power and getting ready to move.

The referee saw the two of them on the arena and announced, "Song Yun versus Shen Lingyun, begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lingyun moved.

Strangely, instead of stepping forward, he stepped back.

The fight just started, and instead of advancing, he retreated?

This scene left everyone completely confused.

The moment the battle began, Shen Lingyun retreated backward—what was he doing?

Right after that, something even more baffling happened: Shen Lingyun whipped his leg out in a kick toward the seven o’clock direction behind him.

Bang, crack.

The air exploded, forming a spiral of wind.

This whip kick wasn’t a feint; Shen Lingyun actually poured a powerful force into it.

They saw his True Qi surge through his body, and the pressure he unleashed had already approached the sss level.

And right at the instant Shen Lingyun’s whip kick lashed out, a figure appeared at his side—it was Song Yun.

When they looked back at where Song Yun had been standing a moment ago, there was no one there anymore.

Shen Lingyun had actually seen through Song Yun’s movements and preemptively aimed that kick.

The arena was instantly filled with shock.

Song Yun’s speed was no longer an advantage in front of Shen Lingyun.

What’s more, Shen Lingyun’s true realm was already close to sss level, just one last step away from stepping into sss with one foot.

With strength like this, which participant in the Four Gates Martial Meet could possibly be his opponent?

Not to mention, there was still "that weapon" Shen Wenguang mentioned that Shen Lingyun hadn’t even taken out yet.

With one rising and the other falling, everyone concluded that in this battle, Song Yun was doomed to die!

Bang.

A thunderous boom rang out.

Song Yun raised his palm and blocked Shen Lingyun’s whip kick, then used the momentum to dissolve the force and retreated several steps back.

That strike hadn’t harmed him.

However, when he looked at Shen Lingyun, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

That Shen Lingyun could see through his Phantom Step was something Dongfang Yun had already mentioned; he’d been prepared for it, so he wasn’t surprised by that.

But Shen Lingyun’s precise prediction had been somewhat unexpected.

It seemed Shen Lingyun’s combat ability was actually quite impressive.

Shen Lingyun didn’t rush to attack. He looked at Song Yun with a playful face and said, "Song Yun, your speed doesn’t seem to work anymore. Even if I don’t use that weapon, I can still kill you. I’m not the same as that piece of trash Lu Tiange."

He said this very loudly.

Below the arena, Lu Tiange gritted his teeth in anger, but he had no way to refute it.

"Come on, keep going."

Shen Lingyun hooked a finger at Song Yun, provoking him.

He excelled at defensive counterattacks, so naturally he wanted to use his strengths, bait Song Yun into attacking, then seize the chance to strike back.

"Speed is indeed my advantage."

Suddenly, Song Yun laughed.

His laugh was wild, brimming with fierce confidence.

He looked at Shen Lingyun and shook his head. "But my advantages aren’t just speed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into an afterimage and launched a fierce assault at Shen Lingyun.

"Idiot, courting death!"

Shen Lingyun shouted coldly, his aura erupting to the limit. His vast True Qi formed a vortex around his body, his robes snapping and fluttering, making him look extremely imposing.

The people below the arena couldn’t see where Song Yun was at all.

At this moment, they only saw Shen Lingyun reach out and grab to his left.

A blurred shadow flickered, and Song Yun appeared on his left side.

Pa.

Shen Lingyun grabbed Song Yun’s arm with one hand.

Not good!

Everyone’s hearts skipped a beat.

Next, Shen Lingyun yanked Song Yun toward himself and swung his other fist.

Boom.

The air seemed to explode from the blow as True Qi surged around Shen Lingyun’s right fist like a speeding train, smashing toward Song Yun’s chest.

But all of a sudden, he saw the corner of Song Yun’s mouth curl into a mocking, playful sneer.

"Idiot, you still dare to laugh? Die for me!"

Shen Lingyun roared, swinging his fist down.

"Looks like Song Yun is dead for sure."

On the high platform, Shen Wenguang’s eyes flashed with a chilly glint.

Lin Xiao, Gu Hong, and Huang Jinseng all furrowed their brows. Could it be that Song Yun’s strength was only this much, and he was going to be killed by Shen Lingyun?

At this moment, everyone believed that Song Yun was at a disadvantage.

But the next scene shook the entire arena.

A powerful aura burst out from Song Yun’s body. Violent True Qi rampaged and surged, instantly suppressing the pinnacle aura Shen Lingyun had just raised.

"Your defensive counterattack is indeed strong. But we still have to see whether your counterattack has enough punch!"

Song Yun shouted, swinging his fist out.

Boom—boom.

It was like two high-speed trains colliding head-on; an explosive blast resounded from the stage.

A fierce vortex of air spread out from the point of impact, kicking up dust.

Shen Lingyun’s body shot backward like a kite with its string cut, flying off, crashing to the ground, rolling several times before he finally stopped.

At this moment, he was less than ten centimeters from the edge of the stage.

He clutched the surface of the platform tightly, his fingers gouging into the stone bricks before he managed to halt his body.

The whole place fell silent.

Everyone had thought that once Shen Lingyun grabbed Song Yun, he would land a heavy blow.

Yet the one sent flying was Shen Lingyun.

Facing that punch from Song Yun, he’d actually been beaten this miserably.

All eyes fell on Song Yun.

"SSS level!"

No one knew who it was that let out a gasp of shock.

Immediately after, someone shouted, "No, not SSS level—half-step SSS level."

"Half-step SSS level is already insane. How old is he again? Twenty-two or twenty-three?"

"At most in a year he’ll break through to full SSS. This kind of talent is terrifying!"

In an instant, the arena erupted in exclamations.

Shen Lingyun was still one step away from SSS level.

But Song Yun already had one foot into SSS level.

That was the gap.

Song Yun was right—his advantage wasn’t just speed.

On the high platform, Shen Wenguang, who had been so smug just moments ago, suddenly had his expression turn ugly. His face sank as he stared at Song Yun, a hint of fear creeping into his gaze.

If Song Yun advanced to SSS level this year, he would be an SSS-level expert in his early twenties.

With such monstrous talent, his future potential was limitless.

His resolve to kill Song Yun became even firmer.

Otherwise, once Song Yun fully matured in the future, the Shen Family would be in danger.

On the stage.

"How can this be!"

Suppressing the churning of his blood, Shen Lingyun forced himself to stand, looking at Song Yun in disbelief.

He had always been proud, believing himself to be the greatest genius in the Ancient Martial World.

Yet in terms of realm, Song Yun had actually surpassed him.

"Not convinced? Come on, let’s keep going."

Song Yun curled his lip, left hand clasped behind his back, right hand hooking a finger at Shen Lingyun.

This was the exact same gesture Shen Lingyun had used on him earlier.

"Song Yun, one punch can’t decide the outcome. Don’t celebrate too early!"

Shen Lingyun snorted coldly, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes.

He placed both hands at his waist and, like performing a magic trick, suddenly drew out a Nine-section Whip.

He had actually hidden this Nine-section Whip pressed close beneath his belt.

The Nine-section Whip was entirely silver-white, with a blade at the tip of the long whip that glinted with chilling light.

An invisible aura emanated from the Nine-section Whip, carrying a hint of spirit.

Magic Artifact!

Everyone’s eyes lit up, their faces showing envy.

"Song Yun, let me show you how powerful ’Fulong’ is!"

Shen Lingyun’s lips curled into a cold, sinister smile as his figure moved, whipping the Nine-section Whip toward Song Yun.