Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1824 - 1708: What Background

"Kid, you actually dare ignore me. You’re dead today! There’s no way you’re leaving this place alive!"

Tang Jia saw that Song Yun ignored him and got so angry his eyes bulged, shouting to a robust man with a South Asian appearance standing behind him: "Du Lan, break that kid’s arms and legs for me first."

"Yes, Young Master Tang Jia."

The man named Du Lan replied indifferently and stepped out from behind Tang Jia.

The women saw Du Lan’s fierce appearance, indicating he was a tough character, but they were used to these types, so there was nothing to fear. Xiao Qing whispered to the women, "Let’s not leave in a hurry, let’s see what happens."

Since Xiao Qing, who was involved, said so, everyone agreed and stepped back to a safer distance to avoid getting caught in the fight.

Xia Tian and Qingluan were on guard around them, in case Tang Jia had more people nearby.

Du Lan stood less than ten steps away from Song Yun, a sinister smile formed on his lips as he said coldly, "Kid, state your name. Those who spar with me, Du Lan, are not nobodies. If I end up killing you today, you at least need to give King Yama my name in Hell."

Song Yun sized up Du Lan and chuckled lightly, asking, "South Asian?"

Du Lan puffed his chest out proudly and arrogantly said, "Yes, I’m from the mighty FLB. I’ve even won world championship boxing titles. You’re definitely not my match. So I advise you to kneel and apologize to Young Master Tang Jia. Later when I break your limbs, I’ll make it quicker, so you suffer less."

Song Yun laughed and said, "Du Lan, is it? Do you know what the biggest flaw of your FLB is?"

"What?"

Du Lan frowned and said coldly.

Song Yun said, "Arrogance, overestimating oneself, short-sightedness, and seeking a path to death! And not recognizing who the real boss is! You’re like a monkey jumping around, afraid you won’t die fast enough!"

"Kid, how dare you insult me! You’re dead! I’m going to slowly torture you!"

Du Lan’s eyes turned cold as he charged at Song Yun.

Judging by Du Lan’s movements, Song Yun could see that the opponent was indeed a boxer, and a fairly competent one.

However, such skill was nothing in Song Yun’s eyes, completely trash.

It’s like comparing the overall strength of his country to that of the other; they were worlds apart.

"Take my powerful punch!"

With a ferocious look on his face, Du Lan threw a right hook at Song Yun.

His speed was so fast that it startled the onlookers, and Tang Jia wore a smile of confidence, saying calmly, "Hmph, to think you dared provoke me, Du Lan alone is enough for you. Afterward, I’m going to tie you up and make you watch me and your group of beauties have fun, hahaha! It’s your fortune to witness my play firsthand."

At that moment, Xia Tian and Qingluan remained unbothered, for they both knew Song Yun’s true strength was like bullying to deal with these people, akin to an adult fighting a child, especially when the adult held weapons.

Song Yun!

Not someone a mere FLB boxer could defeat, utterly overestimating oneself.

As Du Lan’s hook swung toward him, Song Yun unrushedly leaned back, appearing to act lazily but evading Du Lan’s heavy punch just in time.

"Huh!"

Du Lan raised an eyebrow, surprised.

However, he didn’t take it seriously, sneering, "Kid, you have some skills. But you’ve met me, you’re doomed. If you beg for mercy now, I might spare your life."

As he finished speaking, he unleashed a flurry of combo punches, his fists flying as if powered by motors.

Yet, Song Yun stood there without moving his feet, casually dodging with ease, rendering all of Du Lan’s attacks futile, as not a single punch landed on him.

"How is that possible!?"

Du Lan’s face grew more unsightly, his punches more frantic.

With his opponent’s feet unmoving, he failed to land a single hit. Finally realizing that the young man’s prowess far exceeded his own, it was clear the opponent hadn’t been using full power, toying with him without restraint.

His eyes flashed with malice, kicking at Song Yun’s groin and shouting, "Let’s see if you can still keep your feet still."

The moment those words left his mouth, Song Yun sent a kick flying.

Bang.

Song Yun counterattacked quickly, his foot landing on Du Lan, sending Du Lan flying, crashing through a mud wall, hanging limply amidst the shattered debris, vomiting blood with a wail.

Du Lan meant to force Song Yun to move; Song Yun moved, and with just one kick, defeated him, ending the battle.

Crunch.

A section of the roof suddenly collapsed, sending dust and debris cascading down, startling everyone.

The hotel owner noticed just then that Du Lan had destroyed a supporting wall, musing that despite his young age, this young man was incredibly skilled.

"Don’t flaunt your strength here if you don’t have any. Your fists do nothing to me, only bring yourself to a worse fate."

Song Yun coldly glanced at Du Lan, lifted him by his clothes, and casually tossed him beyond the broken wall, shouting, "A mere boxer dares to raise a fist at me, this world truly is crazy, but I forgive your ignorance. Your life is too filthy, dirtying my hands, now scram!"

Du Lan tumbled onto the outside grass, his body falling apart, unable to move.

At this moment, he was filled with fear.

He thought he was remarkable, yet in the hands of this person, he had no strength left, easily disposed of by the other.

He came to understand that the foundation on this magical land was extraordinary, beyond what a mere boxer like him could provoke.

"Kid, who on earth are you? Your skills are not bad."

Tang Jia saw Du Lan easily dispatched by Song Yun, furrowing his brows, showing an unexpected look, but still, he showed no fear.

Song Yun looked at Tang Jia, calmly stating, "My background is unimportant, what’s important is you bullied my people. I’ll give you a chance, break your own arms, and I’ll let you go."

Tang Jia sneered, "Hmph, such arrogance. Do you really think you’re that formidable? Do you know who I am?"

"It doesn’t matter who you are, touching my people means you pay the price."

With a cold face, Song Yun began to stride toward Tang Jia.

Had he not been present today, Xiao Qing might have been humiliated by Tang Jia.

Seeing Song Yun walking over, Tang Jia’s lips curled into a disdainful smile, as if he held control over the situation, remarkably calm.

This scene left the crowd a bit astonished.

Could it be, Tang Jia had some hidden trump card to be ignoring Song Yun?