Return of the King, Dominating the City

26: Chapter 25: Glory is My Life 26: Chapter 25: Glory is My Life “What’s the matter?

Mr.

Sanben doesn’t trust us?” Wang Hu feigned displeasure as he spoke.

“No, no, Mr.

Sanben, Wang Hu is your best ally.

How could I not trust you?” The translator said with a forced smile, thinking to himself, ‘Is this idiot brain-damaged or what?

If they’re willing to bring people over, just let them.

Why the hell are you yapping over here, you motherfucker?

Can’t you just quietly drink a little here and talk about national affairs?’
“There’s a murderous aura.” The sullen-faced man suddenly pulled out a shuriken, a weapon shaped like a short sword or Emei thorn, usually made of iron, short and easy to carry and conceal.

This man was a ninja.

Song Yun’s heart jumped as he shouted, “Move!” and suddenly lunged at the man.

Accompanying his shout, Black Flood Dragon, who had been hiding in the room, rushed out with the Longquan Sword, appearing and disappearing in every corner of the room.

Song Yun stepped forward to grab Hattori’s wrist, then kicked out.

“Anyone who dares to insult the Hattori family must die.” Hattori said in a cold tone.

“Humph, a second-rate little brat.

Do you think you can be a traitor just because you learned some tricks from us?” Song Yun sneered, with the Hidden Dragon Saber already silently in his hand.

Even Wang Hu, who had been chatting with Song Yun, didn’t know how Song Yun had managed to conceal such a long saber without being noticed before.

Hattori glanced at the saber in Song Yun’s hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Pop”
The opponent suddenly pulled out a smoke bomb from his bosom, and suddenly the private room was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder.

“Take those two away first.

I’ll go out in a minute,” Song Yun said cautiously.

Wang Hu dragged Sanben Tai Lang and the short translator out, while Black Flood Dragon looked at Song Yun thoughtfully, flicked his sword to produce a flourish, sighed, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

With a cold snort, Hattori disappeared mysteriously within the thick smoke in the room.

In just an instant, like a flash of lightning, his figure appeared behind Song Yun.

Swoosh!

A shuriken flew towards Song Yun.

With a wave of his hand, the shuriken bounced off and embedded itself in the wall.

Soundless and stealthy, a long saber came slashing silently at Song Yun.

Unable to turn around, Song Yun stretched the Hidden Dragon Saber behind him, relying on his ears to judge the wind direction and barely blocking Hattori’s unpredictable attack.

“Clang”
The clash of blades rang out clearly.

Hattori saw that the weapon in Song Yun’s hand had not broken under his strike and realized that it was no ordinary weapon.

His figure concealed again in the thick fog, he suddenly reappeared to Song Yun’s left, with a saber slashing lightning-fast at his face.

Like a rock in the sea, Song Yun stood his ground and once again thwarted Hattori’s fatal blow.

This time, however, his hand was numbed from the fierce chopping force.

Song Yun was getting annoyed.

Who was he?

He was known as the Great Emperor, the Harvester, Shura of the night, deemed by the foreign organizations that dominated Mercenary Street for years.

When it came to stealth, he was the father of these third-rate ninjas.

Of course, Song Yun wouldn’t really be their father; that would mess up the bloodline.

But today, he had been ambushed and slashed at several times by this hide-and-seek loving bastard.

Even though he wasn’t injured, Song Yun felt it was a huge loss of face.

To quote a phrase from wow, “Honor is my life.”
Who likes to be chased around with a knife, slashed at again and again?

Who likes it when, during a big fight, the enemy hides and sneaks about, popping out to annoy you every now and then?

It’s like when you’ve put all your effort into winning over your dream girl, and after dinner, drinks, and karaoke, when you’ve booked a room ready for a big battle, she drops the bombshell: “I’m on my period.”
Song Yun decided to take revenge, to relentlessly punish this son of a bitch, to take Black Flood Dragon’s Soft Sword and whip him hard, to shatter his asshole with a broken bottle.

Staying still, after sensing his attack trajectory from the sound of the wind, Song Yun raised the Hidden Dragon Saber in his hand to block the opponent’s RB saber, but at that moment, his right foot struck out like lightning.

A size 42 foot burst through the layers of fog and then squarely kicked Hattori in the stomach, sending his body flying.

Crash!!!

Hattori’s body slammed heavily against the wall, making the somewhat dilapidated wall shake like it was an earthquake.

Plaster fell from the ceiling, and the half-peeled wall paint fluttered in the air.

Hattori’s chest took a heavy hit, he coughed violently, a salty and metallic taste stuck in his throat, which he forcefully suppressed from coming up.

He knew it was blood from internal injuries.

The kick was too powerful, whether it was the timing or the angle of the kick, it was perfect, and that kick had inflicted severe damage on him.

There was no time to linger on the ground.

A fight between experts could be determined in just one second.

If he didn’t get up soon, he was afraid this Chinapig would kill him.

Hattori sprang up like a carp flipping out of water.

He dared not make too much noise, afraid that Song Yun would discover his position and come to follow up on his victory.

Song Yun felt angry for having been slashed several times by this RB ghost.

So, just now, he didn’t care about any morality and kicked out, achieving a significant victory.

That made our friend Song Yun feel extraordinarily refreshed, like someone who had been constipated for a long time finally having relief – a comfortable feeling all over his body.

Looking again toward Hattori across the smoke, his gaze softened a lot, without the intense killing intent.

“Cough cough, you’re a master, you must be a government man, right?” Hattori rubbed his belly, trying to make himself feel better quickly.

His eyes were fixed on Song Yun like a wolf eyeing its favorite little sheep, cold and infuriated.

“Idiot, you think I would tell you?” Song Yun said with glee, “You’ll be dying soon, but I’m sure your little ghost comrades will send more.

No worries, you go down first to scout the way, save your buddies from getting lost in Hell.” Song Yun waved generously at Hattori.

“You’re going to die, you must die, you must die.

You’ve insulted a ninja’s honor,” Hattori snarled viciously.

“Idiot, your ninjutsu is based on our Great Heavenly Dynasty’s Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.

You stole our stuff and you have the nerve to talk about honor?” Song Yun asked, thinking to himself that if he slapped him hard on the face a couple of times, and then poured urine over his head, would he stop fighting and commit seppuku?