Song Yun dodged the attack from the tall, skinny man, showing a serious expression.

This tall, skinny man was more powerful than Wang Dun.

"Hehe, kid, not bad!"

Seeing Song Yun dodge his attack, the tall, skinny man laughed and swung the violin case in his hand like a weapon, aiming to smash it down on Song Yun’s head.

At the same time, Wang Dun seized the opportunity to attack Song Yun from the side.

Seeing the double assault, Song Yun frowned.

Handling one opponent is fine, but he thought he wasn’t powerful enough to deal with both together.

"Juan Mao, leave now!"

Song Yun shouted without turning his head and moved to attack Wang Dun.

Wang Dun was not as strong as the tall, skinny man, so Song Yun planned to go all out and defeat Wang Dun first.

However, the tall, skinny man was too quick, swiftly catching up, swinging the case towards Song Yun, forcing him to dodge.

He twisted his body, avoiding the case, and simultaneously punched the immediately in-front Wang Dun.

Bang.

In haste, the punch lacked strength, and Wang Dun managed to block it.

Song Yun’s expression remained calm, concentrating fully, squeezing out every bit of potential, fighting the two opponents at his peak.

Bang bang bang bang...

The sound of fists and feet clashing echoed like sonic booms, making eardrums throb.

Despite facing their combined onslaught, Song Yun defended fiercely, not falling into disadvantage.

"How is this kid so strong!?"

Wang Dun’s face turned grim; Song Yun’s unexpected strength shocked him. He was glad he called for backup; otherwise, he wouldn’t stand a chance alone.

"Hehe, kid, quite impressive!"

The tall, skinny man exclaimed excitedly, wielding the case like a circular hammer, increasing the fierceness of his attacks, smashing towards Song Yun violently.

The case had a strange texture, resembling metal rather than leather or plastic.

Moreover, when the tall, skinny man tossed the case atop a car, it dented the roof, indicating its weight.

Hence, Song Yun dared not to bear the brunt with his bare hands, choosing to dodge instead.

Bang boom, bang boom...

The case pounded the ground, scattering rubble and dust, its shockwave was formidable.

Though Wang Dun lacked a weapon, his fists were fearsome, pressing Song Yun continuously, trying to corner him into the case swings of the tall, skinny man.

The confrontation became deadlocked, neither side overpowering the other.

Yet on close observation, Song Yun was slightly on the back foot, narrowly evading several hits.

Still, they were impressed as he could fight two adversaries concurrently.

Beside them, Juan Mao watched Song Yun in peril, his hands broken, feeling intensely powerless.

Even unharmed, he couldn’t offer any help to Song Yun.

He suddenly felt utterly useless.

Song Yun could contend with figures from the Golden Dragon Palace, a feat whose significance was lost on others, but Juan Mao knew, the Palace’s people, meticulously selected masters, could easily rank in the top thirty of the War God List.

While the Little Sword God pursued the pinnacle of Sword Dao to become the world’s strongest swordsman.

Master Bei was soon to become the High Priest of Taishan, focusing on his training.

Yet Juan Mao alone, managing the Abyss in West Africa, appeared influential but questioned his real strength.

Wasn’t West Africa’s notorious figure, Boli, effortlessly killed by Song Yun?

Juan Mao realized true strength resides within oneself, granting everlasting power.

Boom bang.

During Juan Mao’s contemplation, Song Yun was struck by the tall, skinny man’s case, flying back over ten meters, dissipating most force to stand firmly again.

Despite this, Song Yun’s struck left arm was a bloody mess, swollen.

Focusing on the tall, skinny man, he coldly asked, "Who are you, state your name."

The tall, skinny man slung the case over his shoulder, sneering, "Wudang ex-disciple, Wang Qing!"

Wang Qing!

Song Yun had heard his master mention this name.

This man was a Wudang genius disciple, defiant in nature, both righteous and evil, after committing grave offenses by slaying a fellow disciple, was expelled from Wudang.

Originally, killing a fellow disciple warranted execution, yet many petitioned for mercy, sparing his life.

Rumor had it the fellow disciple insulted his family, prompting Wang Qing to kill.

Though expelled, Wang Qing still considered himself a Wudang disciple, sometimes visiting to reunite with brothers.

Yet Song Yun recalled his master saying Wang Qing wielded a long spear, why has it become a case now?

This wasn’t a time for such thoughts, cooperating opponents, Song Yun fell in danger; he needed a breakout strategy.

"Seems like I can only use that set of fist techniques."

Song Yun’s expression sharpened, deciding to get serious.

This technique was given to him by the old man, forbidden unless in a life-or-death situation, unaware of its aftermath.

If forced to use it, ensuring killing his opponents was prudent.

Yet, he didn’t intend to kill Wang Qing and Wang Dun.

Although he acted decisively, he wasn’t a murderous demon, never taking lives frivolously.

His numerous killings of the Tang Family violated rules, leading Golden Dragon Palace to send Wang Qing and Wang Dun against him, he didn’t blame them.

After all, if powerful figures casually exacted revenge, it would lead to chaos.

Thus using the technique, Song Yun’s purpose was merely repelling Wang Qing and Wang Dun without murderous intent.

He adopted a stance, his demeanor shifting drastically from fierce to light and breezy.

Calling towards Wang Qing and Wang Dun, he said, "Come on, continue."

"Hmph!"

Wang Dun scoffed, moved his body, charging at Song Yun.

Wang Qing wielded the case, flanking Song Yun from the other side.

Abruptly, the three clashed again.

Upon contact, Wang Dun and Wang Qing’s expressions shifted as they felt Song Yun’s fighting prowess distinctly increased.

His strength and speed weren’t vastly different, but his technique was peculiar, capable of neutralizing attacks and countering with borrowed force.

In no time, Song Yun had taken the upper hand.

Bam.

With a booming hit, Song Yun punched Wang Qing’s case, reducing it to fragments.

The case was merely common metal, unable to withstand Song Yun’s powerful strike.

"Haha, interesting! Interesting!"

Wang Qing laughed heartily, reflecting a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

Stepping back, he opened the case, retrieving three iron rods and a spearhead.

Quickly assembling them, he wielded a two-meter spear.

"Come, come, try my long spear!"

Wang Qing shook the spear, emitting a chilling glow, charged at Song Yun.