Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1880 - 1752: My Sword! No Fear!

"This is really troublesome."

Song Yun shook his head, stopped thinking, and looked towards the stage.

The sect leader called Mr. Kang spoke calmly: "Thank you all for coming. As a newly re-established sect, we hope for your support in the future..."

All empty words, no one was really listening.

After about half an hour, the applause rang out again and again, and Mr. Kang’s pointless talk finally ended.

He loudly announced: "Blood Flow Path is officially established!"

As soon as his voice fell, the red cloth covering the plaque at the manor’s gate was pulled down on the LED displays on both sides of the hall, revealing a plaque with gold characters on a black background, displaying the bold words "Blood Flow Path."

Outside the hall, the sound of firecrackers crackled joyfully, creating a festive atmosphere that lasted more than ten minutes before stopping.

Once the firecracker noises ceased, a thunderous applause followed.

The atmosphere at the scene was lively, seemingly celebrating the establishment of Blood Flow Path.

After the applause, Mr. Kang continued: "Next, we enter the most exciting part of this conference, the freestyle challenge competition!"

The curtain behind the stage was lifted to reveal the scene behind it.

There, under the spotlight, stood a ring, appearing very sacred.

Mr. Kang said: "Next, guests are free to exchange martial arts experiences. If anyone wishes to showcase their skills, feel free to step onto the platform and challenge anyone. Please spar carefully and avoid causing injuries. However, hands and feet have no eyes, so if any friend gets hurt, please be understanding."

"Sparring and fighting inevitably lead to casualties; whoever steps onto the platform can blame no one."

"Interesting. Let’s see who dares to step onto the platform today."

"If someone challenges me and I end up dead, I won’t blame Blood Flow Path one bit."

Hearing these words, Song Yun felt it was just a bunch of shills, obviously paid to speak for Blood Flow Path.

He thought to himself: "Freestyle challenge competition! What sinister plan does Blood Flow Path have? Do they want to take this opportunity to kill openly?"

Master Bei chimed in: "Blood Flow Path didn’t plan this well."

Juan Mao sneered: "This is a cunning tactic. With so many people present, anyone challenged would feel embarrassed to refuse. Clearly, Blood Flow Path wants to use this chance to target specific individuals."

As they talked, someone leapt onto the platform.

They all focused and were somewhat surprised as the first person to step onto the platform turned out to be Tang Xiaoyun.

Little Sword God’s eyes lit up, and he stood up fiercely, glaring murderously at Tang Xiaoyun.

His right hand was gone, and although he had psychologically come to terms with this fact, the grudge against Tang Xiaoyun still needed settling.

Moreover, he vowed to kill Tang Xiaoyun personally, and he meant it.

"Duan Chenfeng, I want to challenge you."

At this moment, Tang Xiaoyun pointed towards the crowd and shouted.

A man dressed in casual attire walked to the platform, leapt up, and coldly said: "Hmph, you’re putting on airs, Blood Flow Path. I want to see what you’re capable of!"

Judging from his demeanor, he seemed to oppose Blood Flow Path.

The man called Duan Chenfeng stepped onto the platform, his expression stern: "What’s the point of this freestyle challenge? Just trying to beat down opponents? If that’s the case, let’s do it then."

Tang Xiaoyun looked sly, but smiled, saying: "Brother Duan, why say that? We’re just here to exchange experiences."

"Enough talk, let’s fight!"

Duan Chenfeng seemed impatient, shouted, and charged at Tang Xiaoyun.

Tang Xiaoyun moved towards him to meet his advance.

Duan Chenfeng launched a punch at Tang Xiaoyun’s chest, but saw Tang Xiaoyun neither dodging nor flinching. Frowning, he shouted: "Courting death, daring to take my punch head-on!"

Clang.

Duan Chenfeng’s punch landed on Tang Xiaoyun’s chest, resulting in a metallic sound.

Everyone in the venue fixed their eyes on the platform.

Hearing the sound, everyone was bewildered.

How could a punch make such a sound when hitting a body?

Duan Chenfeng was the most bewildered, especially since he felt a recoil, and his fist was painfully numb.

Before he could recover, Tang Xiaoyun took the punch head-on, rushed up to Duan Chenfeng, and punched him in the chest.

Boom.

Duan Chenfeng’s eyes widened, his whole body flew backwards, landing outside the platform, motionless.

Someone approached to check and found Duan Chenfeng’s chest caved in, eyes rolled back, killed by Tang Xiaoyun’s punch.

Hiss.

The crowd gasped, Tang Xiaoyun was truly ruthless, leaving no leeway.

But the strange thing was, why didn’t Duan Chenfeng’s punch harm Tang Xiaoyun, and why did it make a metallic sound?

Everyone looked puzzled and upon closer inspection, realized that Tang Xiaoyun’s hands were actually made of metal.

Seeing this, Juan Mao said in a deep voice: "How did this guy become Iron Man?"

Song Yun replied: "He was transformed by a company under Edison. His body is now covered in high-tech materials, with very strong hardness, resistant to attacks. Also, his left arm is fully metallic, but I broke it last time. It seems he got another arm now."

"Damn, he’s really become a robot." Juan Mao sarcastically remarked.

On the platform.

Tang Xiaoyun glanced at Duan Chenfeng and loudly said: "Everyone, I’m sorry, Brother Duan lacked skill and I accidentally killed him."

Accidentally?

Who in the audience didn’t see he did it on purpose.

Everyone muttered internally, but no one exposed the truth.

Even those who originally opposed Blood Flow Path kept their mouths shut at this moment.