Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 684 - 685: The Peak Showdown

Chapter 684: Chapter 685: The Peak Showdown

"What else do you want?" the Old Master of the Su Family couldn’t help but glare.

Song Xiaodong snorted coldly and said, "Last time my sister was insulted, your Su Family was not blameless. Furthermore, you forcefully took away my people, which is unforgivable. I need an explanation for all of this."

"And how do you want us to explain?" the Old Master of the Su Family sneered.

Song Xiaodong’s eyes blazed as he shouted, "If I lose, I will leave my life with your Su Family; but if I win, your Su Family must compensate me."

"Compensate... Well, let’s hear it!" the expression on the Old Master’s face grew even colder.

"One billion US dollars!"

"One billion US dollars?" The Old Master of the Su Family almost cried out, as one billion dollars was equivalent to almost seven billion yuan. Even for a family as large and wealthy as the Su Family, such a sum would be crippling, a loss significant enough to knock the Su Family from a first-rate to a third-rate clan.

"What’s the matter? Scared? If you are, that’s fine. Just keep to this city from now on and never set foot outside it again."

The Old Master of the Su Family looked towards Su Zhentian, who also felt a jolt in his heart. He had been completely confident in defeating Song Xiaodong, but carrying such a great responsibility now meant the pressure was not small.

Zheng Zhijun’s eyes sparkled as he said, "This is indeed an interesting bet; it has certainly piqued my interest."

"Fuck!" The Old Master of the Su Family almost blurted out a curse. With Zheng Zhijun saying so, he could no longer back out even if he wanted to.

However, Su Zhentian was, after all, a super fighter and nodded to the Old Master of the Su Family.

The Old Master’s face darkened as he said, "Fine! Then we’ll wager one billion US dollars against your head. Your head is truly valuable."

"I will not disappoint the Family Head!" Su Zhentian spoke boldly, then once more turned to look at Song Xiaodong.

Zheng Zhijun and the Old Master of the Su Family took their seats, and the Patriarch of the Sun Family followed suit, much to the Su Old Master’s annoyance. He truly wanted to kick him out but in the end held back.

The rest of the Family Guards could only retreat to the sidelines, fully aware that they had no chance to join the fray this time.

The center of the field suddenly grew larger, with only Song Xiaodong and Su Zhentian remaining.

Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan were considerably more at ease now. They knew Su Zhentian was strong, but at least Song Xiaodong now had to deal with only him. This greatly increased their hopes.

"Dongzi!" Miao Qingqing suddenly called out.

Song Xiaodong immediately turned around.

"What I just said still stands!" Miao Qingqing waved to Song Xiaodong again.

Song Xiaodong’s eyes brightened, and he laughed heartily. His fighting spirit soared instantly. Although the words were similar, it was Miao Xuanxuan who had spoken them before, with Miao Qingqing simply agreeing. But now that Miao Qingqing was saying it herself, it meant that she fully and wholeheartedly accepted the matter.

"Go for it, brother-in-law, we’re waiting for you!" Miao Xuanxuan also waved her fists enthusiastically.

Song Xiaodong also swung his fist before turning his head toward Su Zhentian and barking out, "Su Zhentian, come on then, let’s see if your Zhentian Palm has improved."

Su Zhentian had already gathered his momentum early on. He stomped forward fiercely and shouted, "Let’s see how many palms you can take from me this time." As he spoke, he had already slammed his palm toward Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong’s upper body oddly twisted with his shoulder, leading his arm and punch, and fiercely launched a direct punch to meet Su Zhentian’s oncoming palm.

Both were intent on probing the depths of the other’s skills, so their palm and punch collided solidly.

The meeting of fist and palm produced a sound like distant thunder, and the resulting air currents whirled about, blowing the grass on the ground as if it had been sliced by a knife, with grass clippings flying everywhere.

Thud thud thud!

Song Xiaodong staggered back three steps before finally stabilizing himself, but Su Zhentian was also forced to take a step back.

"Boy, you really have improved quickly!" Su Zhentian couldn’t help but praise him. The last time Song Xiaodong had taken a palm strike, he had struggled quite a bit. Although he had stepped back a few paces this time, Su Zhentian was very aware that not only was Song Xiaodong uninjured, but the rebounding force from his punch had also made his palm go numb.

After a powerful clash, Song Xiaodong felt greatly reassured. He knew that although he was still somewhat inferior to Su Zhentian, the gap was no longer insurmountable. He shouted with confidence, "Then take another move from me."

Leaping forward, Song Xiaodong pounced toward Su Zhentian.

Su Zhentian also swung his palm to meet the attack, and this time, both sides no longer collided head-on. Instead, they traded a flurry of punches, kicks, and a multitude of exquisite moves that dazzled all the onlookers.

Such a high-level duel was a rare opportunity for any martial arts master. Whether they were members of the Sun Family or the Su Family, they were all staring intensely at the two fighters, afraid to miss any detail.

Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan couldn’t understand the complexities and could only gauge the situation by who was being forced back. Clearly, in the midst of the fierce battle, Song Xiaodong was falling back from time to time, while Su Zhentian continuously pressed forward, seemingly putting Song Xiaodong at a disadvantage.

Their palms clenched together tightly, holding each other’s hand without any sense of pain. No one was more worried about Song Xiaodong’s potential defeat than they were, for a loss could mean life or death.

The Old Master of the Su Family breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was surprised at Song Xiaodong’s strength, knowing that Su Zhentian was gaining the upper hand naturally gave him some peace of mind.

If things continued like this, Song Xiaodong’s defeat was just a matter of time.

Turning his head, he glanced at Zheng Zhijun, only to find him calm and enthusiastic, as if he wasn’t concerned about the outcome at all.

This puzzled the Old Master of the Su Family. This man had clearly come to support Song Xiaodong, so why wasn’t he worried at all?

The two combatants, however, were utterly absorbed in their battle, with everything outside becoming irrelevant to them.

Although Song Xiaodong was at a disadvantage, he grew more stable as the fight progressed. He had never before dueled with a master of such caliber, and now the skills he had mastered were truly being put to the test. Faced with Su Zhentian, he was fully checking and validating everything he had learned.

Initially, he was only thinking about how to cope with Su Zhentian’s moves, but as the fight went on, he became completely immersed in the essence of martial arts. With every gesture naturally arising from his will, his responses seemed to become easier and easier.

On the other hand, Su Zhentian was becoming increasingly alarmed. He felt like Song Xiaodong was a treasured sword being forged; initially nothing but crude iron, but the more he was hammered, the sharper he became. If this continued, by the time Song Xiaodong reached his full potential, Su Zhentian was afraid he might indeed be defeated.