Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1605 - 1499: Fierce Battle

Seven Killings in hand, the world is mine. The palm feels the piercing cold of Seven Killings, and my confidence soars. Today, let the massacre begin.

Under attack by a group, my only way to survive is to kill as many as possible in the shortest time. Watching the Second Elder charging at me, a cold smile curls on my lips. Song Yun starts moving quickly, and when just three steps away from the Second Elder, feigns left and right. Just as he guesses from which side I’ll strike, I charge straight at the Second Elder.

The Second Elder, with battle experience numbering over a hundred times, naturally possesses extensive combat knowledge. Knowing he can’t discern Song Yun’s attack direction, he stands his ground, calmly waiting, and strikes back. When Song Yun’s body charges like a moving fortress, he clasps his hands forward in a grand Buddha’s grasp. As soon as he touches Song Yun’s body or clothes, his powerful knee strike will follow.

Song Yun’s body feigns and moves side to side. Just at the moment of entering the Second Elder’s embrace, I suddenly sidestep, dodging the Second Elder’s grasp, swiftly drawing Seven Killings across the elder’s neck. The Second Elder leans back, narrowly avoiding the neck strike, but feels a chill in his chest. Retreating several steps, he stands firm and realizes a cut has already been made across his chest. No sooner than seeing the wound does he feel the piercing pain.

"You don’t really think I have just one dagger, do you?" Song Yun mocks.

The Second Elder clutches the wound on his chest, somewhat regretting his hasty charge. Unexpectedly, this rogue, whom he always despised, has hidden so deeply. If he hadn’t revealed it today, he wouldn’t have known the opponent possesses two daggers, with the left hand wielding it more deftly than the right. Hard fighting isn’t the Second Elder’s preference. Turning, he shouts to the startled elders nearby: "Elders, let’s attack together. Time is running out."

Three elders hesitate briefly, but know this is not the time for pride. Once Song Yun’s master arrives with reinforcements, that protective fellow will save his disciple. They rush at Song Yun, forming a small encirclement, trapping Song Yun in the middle.

Seeing a few elder men with all-white beards, Song Yun smiles wryly. This time won’t be easy.

"Go." Sixth Elder calls out, and the three attack Song Yun from three directions. Song Yun tries to use his agility to escape the encirclement, but each time he reaches the edge, he’s intercepted by two working together. Song Yun, like a trapped fly, dashes left and right. When the pain strikes his back, he receives a palm strike from behind. Using the push, he accelerates forward, slashing Third Elder’s shoulder as he dodges. Clenching his teeth to endure the pain, as he attempts to evade, Song Yun disregards the attacks from the rear, chasing Third Elder and seizing his injured arm with another slash, aligning perfectly with the previous wound’s location, then tearing fiercely, wrenching Third Elder’s arm off.

As Third Elder howls and faints from pain, four fists smash from behind, sending Song Yun flying.

Song Yun lands heavily on the bluestone slab, head dizzy and ears ringing, pain like ripping through his entire body. But he dares not delay, flipping backwards and rising swiftly. The spot where he had fallen, four feet stomp heavily right after, followed closely with angry faces of Sixth Elder and Third Elder.

Song Yun turns and runs, loops around a few times, then suddenly dives into the encirclement, both blades drawn, killing two at once, creating a breach. Song Yun shouts, "Into the house."

Perhaps only a minute has passed. Song Yun feels unable to hold on. Breaking individually is manageable, but surrounded means certain death. In the yard there’s no space to dodge. In the house, the situation might improve. Song Yun dashes rapidly into the Second Elder’s house, the shadow follows. As he enters, he closes the door and quickly slides a table against it.

"How are you?" Song Yun asks, concerned about the shadow covered in blood. In just these few seconds, the shadow appears to have a dozen wounds. If this continues, if not hacked to death, he’s sure to bleed to death.

"I’m fine." The shadow, indifferent to his wounds, appears nonchalant.

Bang, bang. Someone kicks the door outside.

"Song Yun, if you don’t come out, we’ll set the house on fire." Second Elder’s voice.

"Burn it. The house isn’t mine anyway," Song Yun shouts outside. Coming out means certain death.

Song Yun turns, asks the shadow, "Where’s the gun?"

"In my coat."

"Why didn’t you shoot earlier?"

"No chance to draw it."

"Let me use it." Song Yun grabs the gun from the shadow, shooting the guy trying to crawl in through the bedroom window.

"They have a gun," someone outside exclaims.

"Song Yun, how dare you use a gun on sect disciples." Sixth Elder curses angrily. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Are you stupid? If knives are used, why not guns?" Song Yun shouts outside, firing another shot through the door crack, followed by another scream from outside.

"Get your weapons," Second Elder calls to his disciples. The disciples respond, rushing to their rooms. The quick ones carry theirs and begin shooting back through the door.

"Got bullets?" Song Yun, out of ammo, reaches for the shadow.

"No," the shadow shakes his head.

"Damn it. Why didn’t you bring more bullets when carrying a gun?" Song Yun says, annoyed.

"Previously, one bullet was plenty," the shadow says, eyes focused on outside.

Bang, bang, bang. Opponents bring out heavy weapons. A shooting expert among them fires several rounds at potential hiding spots. Then, a barrage of bullets blasts in. In less than ten seconds, the wooden door collapses under the dense fire. A group storms in again.

Song Yun knew this door wouldn’t hold, dragging the shadow into the right guest room. A glance through the window crack reveals that on this side, they’re holding stuff as well.

"I’ll charge out and take them down. You jump onto the flowerbed to escape," Song Yun says, looking at the outside.

"I’ll go." The shadow pushes Song Yun aside, crashing the wooden window, lunging at a man raising his gun, slashing his throat at the cost of a shot to the chest.

As the other two react, the shadow grabs the body, throwing it at them. As the corpse shatters, the shadow rushes past the flowerbed beside the window.