Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1913: Chapter 1768: Car Accident (Part 2)

Shen Han’s sword movement was quick, piercing the windshield with a slash.

"Hmph!"

Song Yun let out a cold snort, used Phantom Step, and instantly appeared beside Shen Han, delivering a whipping kick towards Shen Han’s head.

At that moment, Shen Han’s sword was less than ten centimeters from Shen Yan’s chest.

But he dared not thrust further; otherwise, even if he harmed Shen Yan, Song Yun’s kick could explode his head.

Shen Han’s eyelid twitched; he had to retract his sharp sword and slash towards Song Yun’s supporting leg while ducking to avoid Song Yun’s whipping kick.

Swish.

Song Yun used Phantom Step once more, moved behind Shen Han, and kicked over.

This time, Shen Han found it hard to defend.

Bang boom.

Shen Han flew forward, crashing into the front of the truck, with a clanging sound, causing the truck’s front to cave in.

However, he wasn’t injured, just the back of his clothes was torn, leaving a footprint mark where Song Yun had kicked.

Song Yun looked through the footprint hole and saw he was wearing a silver soft armor inside, glistening with a metallic sheen, finely crafted, clearly not ordinary.

"You bastard, wearing a shell, huh."

Song Yun stood in front of the old Jetta, looking at Shen Han, said.

The brief confrontation had already allowed him to determine the opponent was SS-level.

Such a young SS-level was indeed eye-opening for Song Yun.

And such a young person reaching SS-level must come from the Hermit Realm.

Currently, the only grudge the Hermit Realm has with Song Yun is with the Shen Family.

So Song Yun immediately deduced this person belonged to the Shen Family.

Shen Han patted the dust off his body, jumped onto the truck’s roof, looked down at Song Yun, and said indifferently: "As expected, your movement technique is unique, and your speed is very fast. However, you’re far from enough to deal with me, a genius."

Damn, turns out he’s a narcissist.

Song Yun cursed inwardly, coldly laughed: "A genius? Haha, do you know I have a nickname, ’Genius Reaper’? Because I specialize in dealing with geniuses like you."

"Hahaha..."

Shen Han laughed loudly, disdainfully said: "Song Yun, indeed you have some skill, reaching SS-level in your twenties and possessing a formidable movement technique, all of which are worthy of your pride. Unfortunately, being born in the same era as me, you’re destined to be crushed by me. Not just you, but our entire generation, I will be the brightest star."

Song Yun thought he was ostentatious enough, but Shen Han wasn’t just boasting; he was shamelessly flaunting.

Shen Han stood there, not rushing to attack, continued: "Song Yun, dying at my hand should actually be something you’re grateful for. Because in the future, I’ll become the strongest on Earth. To die at the hands of the strongest is your honor."

"Nutjob!"

Song Yun cursed, couldn’t tolerate Shen Han’s narcissism, his figure moved, ready to attack.

"Hold on." Shen Han hurriedly shouted: "I haven’t finished speaking."

Song Yun paused his steps, frowned: "What else do you want to say?"

Shen Han coldly laughed: "Don’t you want to know who I am? If you ask me, I will say, in the moment before you die, I will speak my name, allowing you to die peacefully."

Song Yun gave Shen Han a glare: "Screw it, no need for you to say; who doesn’t know you’re from the Shen Family."

"Ah, how did you know!?"

Shen Han exclaimed, rubbed his chin, showed a narcissistic expression, proudly said: "Looks like my reputation precedes me. Not just in the Hermit Realm, but even the martial artists in the secular world now know my fame."

Seeing Shen Han’s annoying demeanor, even without enmity, Song Yun wanted to go up and smack him to death.

This time, Song Yun no longer spoke much, used Phantom Step, and attacked Shen Han.

"Hmph, ignorant of life and death!"

Seeing Song Yun disappear in front of his eyes, Shen Han swung his sword backwards, covering the invisible regions in his attack range.

This move looked dumb but was very practical, making it hard for Song Yun to approach from behind.

However, Song Yun didn’t necessarily appear from behind.

In an instant, Song Yun appeared in front of Shen Han, slapped towards Shen Han’s face.

He knew Shen Han wore soft armor; now the only vulnerable point was the head.

Seeing Song Yun’s palm coming fiercely, panic appeared on Shen Han’s previously confident face, he hurriedly retreated to avoid.

His movement speed was already top-notch for early SS-level.

But compared to Song Yun, it was far too lacking.

Song Yun pursued with his palm while moving forward; combined with the impact of his super-fast speed, the palm’s power was extraordinary.

The palm wind was fierce, rumbling sounds rang, like a helicopter stopped beside.

Song Yun’s eyes lit up, realizing the super-fast speed could enhance attack power.

He understood, the principle was simple, just like higher car speed causing greater destruction upon collision.

As long as he applied this principle, attacking during high-speed movement, the killing power would geometrically increase.

Moreover, although his attack speed wasn’t exceptional among his peers, he could enhance it using movement speed.

Moving while attacking, relatively, the attack speed also quickened.

All martial arts in the world, break through with speed, how true this is.

This discovery brought great joy to Song Yun’s heart.

However, now wasn’t the time for detailed thinking.

He slapped out, Shen Han panicked, couldn’t dodge, swung his left hand palm towards Song Yun, hoping for mutual destruction.

Bang boom.

Song Yun’s palm hit Shen Han’s face first.

Furious energy swept out, Shen Han’s hair was blown into disorder.

Cracking sounds of bone breaking echoed, Shen Han’s whole face was smashed, he hurriedly mobilized all True Qi within to protect his face.

With the super-fast speed added, Song Yun’s palm’s power was at least twice stronger than before.

Even as Shen Han mobilized all True Qi to shield his face, he couldn’t withstand the palm’s power.

Bang boom.

Shen Han’s face got smashed by the palm, his head dragging his body flew backward, crashing into the truck behind.

Clang.

Song Yun’s attack was too powerful, the truck’s front was shattered, Shen Han’s upper body inserted into the truck’s front.

However, he was ultimately SS-level, and despite such a heavy blow, he wasn’t dead.

He struggled to pull his head out of the truck’s front, his whole face deformed by Song Yun, twisted terrifyingly, bunched up, almost flattened.

His face was full of blood, eyes wide with rage, with cracked sockets seemingly bulging out, looking somewhat like a zombie from a movie, very frightening.

Crackling...

The truck’s front hit emitted sounds of short-circuited wires, then the front burst into fierce flames, making Shen Han even more terrifying.

"Song Yun, how dare you hurt me! You dare hurt me! I will tear you to pieces!"

Shen Han shouted, voice cold and fervent, yelled: "I am Earth’s strongest genius, don’t think hitting me means you’ve won, I will kill you! Then succeed as the strongest!"

After saying, he showed a grim expression and suddenly spouted a mouthful of blood.

Abruptly, his momentum rose, eyes scarlet, exuding a very dangerous aura.

"What secret technique is this? Seems to enhance combat power temporarily."

Song Yun raised a brow, curious about Shen Han’s secret technique.

"Hahahaha... Song Yun, you’re doomed!"

Shen Han coldly laughed repeatedly, grabbed the sword fallen aside, and attacked Song Yun.

His speed increased by at least thirty percent from before.

But, Song Yun using Phantom Step, his speed was comparable to early SSS-level, far beyond Shen Han’s comparison.

Song Yun’s figure moved, disappearing from the original spot.