Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 790 - 791: A Great Battle

Chapter 790: Chapter 791: A Great Battle

The Japanese expert leading the group was named Matsumoto Ningji. At that moment, he gestured with his hand. He too was considering this issue. If they were to resort to force, they might not lose, but given the ghostly agility of the other party, his side would surely pay a heavy price. It would be a case of the gains not making up for the losses.

Then there was that other woman, who, although she hadn’t made a move, showed no slowness in her actions during the chase. She was clearly also a master. If her combat strength was as strong as this man’s, then they were more likely to lose instead.

Matsumoto Ningji said, "Sir, why don’t we talk about a deal then?"

Song Xiaodong replied indifferently, "How do you propose we talk?"

Matsumoto Ningji said, "There are a total of eight fruits on that tree. You take four, we take four."

Song Xiaodong responded calmly, "These fruits are ours. Why should we give them to you?"

"Mr., you can set the conditions. Whether you want money or something else, we can provide it."

Song Xiaodong sneered coldly, "This is China’s territory. The belongings here are China’s. You Japanese people come to our China to take our things, why would I give them to you? Even if you bring something very important, I will not give it to you."

Matsumoto Ningji’s face darkened as he said, "Sir, we are determined to have these fruits. If you will not yield, then we will have to use the most extreme measures."

"Are you planning to use force?" Song Xiaodong’s smile grew even wider.

"If you will not yield, then that’s all we can do!" Matsumoto Ningji’s face also grew stern.

"Then come on, what are you waiting for!" Song Xiaodong laughed proudly, standing tall and straight. Even if he could afford to let them have the fruits, Song Xiaodong still wanted to fight them. And it was out of the question to actually yield.

Although Sun Yiyi did not understand Japanese, the expressions of the men revealed everything. She brandished her katana, standing shoulder to shoulder with Song Xiaodong.

"How shall we fight this?" Sun Yiyi asked Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong replied indifferently, "They still have eight people who can fight. Six for me, two for you. Are you confident?"

The strength of those Japanese experts should be at the level of Sun Family’s Sun Three and Sun Four. If it were before his retirement, Song Xiaodong might not have been able to handle even one, but with his continuous improvements, such experts no longer seemed significant in his eyes.

Especially in the past few days, the enhancement of his Perception Ability had given Song Xiaodong a qualitative leap in his abilities.

Sun Yiyi smiled slightly, "Handling one should be no problem for me. Two might be a bit strenuous, though."

"Then I’ll take seven, you take one," Song Xiaodong said with a hearty laugh.

Sun Yiyi chuckled lightly and said, "Actually, I haven’t really fought much, so I don’t know my own level. Let me try one first, you hold on for a bit."

Watching the two joking and laughing, completely disregarding their presence, Matsumoto Ningji’s heart wavered a bit. However, he was truly determined to obtain those fruits, no matter the cost.

"I’ll catch one first," Sun Yiyi said, then with a swift step, she swung her long sword, stabbing straight towards a person nearby.

The person countered with a swing of his katana, but as another moved to assist, Song Xiaodong intercepted him with an outstretched dagger.

Seeing Song Xiaodong engage, the others immediately focused their attacks on him. In their minds, Song Xiaodong was the biggest threat. They believed they had to deal with him first before they could seize the fruits.

Having one person occupy Sun Yiyi was their desired outcome.

Thus, seven people attacked Song Xiaodong, except for the first who had been gravely injured by Song Xiaodong and now rested on the side.

These seven men had already experienced Song Xiaodong’s ghostly agility, so they were cautious even in their joint attack. The coordination between offense and defense was quite in sync. They did not believe that, with preparation, Song Xiaodong could still launch a successful surprise attack.

At that moment, Song Xiaodong’s mind was tranquil. His perceptual faculties were fully heightened, and he was able to see, before him and behind, to the left and the right, the trajectory of each person’s movements.

"Cling, clang, cling" a series of rapid, popping sounds ensued.

Although the enemies’ sword net was dense, there were always gaps. His every dodge and attack were timed to perfection, and his dagger was wielded with exquisite finesse, always managing to deflect the closest blade strokes with pinpoint accuracy.

Japanese swordsmanship is primarily fierce, with slashing and stabbing as the most direct approach. But these experts were also nimble with their long swords, and their moves were quite sophisticated. To encounter such masters was rare, and ten of them appeared at once. It was a mystery which organization they hailed from.

Song Xiaodong grew more and more immersed, finally closing his eyes. The sights his eyes captured were not as accurate and timely as his perceptions. He could easily dodge and counter without seeing—a skill no less than when his eyes were open.

The Japanese, on the other hand, were utterly shocked. To them, this was nothing short of an insult—to be completely disregarded.

It fueled their rage even further. If they could not take down Song Xiaodong today, they would henceforth have a nightmare in the Martial Arts world, and advancing would become even more difficult.

Their attacks grew fiercer, no longer as cautious as before.

But the more aggressive they became, the more they exposed their defenses, providing even greater opportunities for Song Xiaodong.

"Ah!" Amidst the intense fighting, a scream suddenly rang out from the other side.

Song Xiaodong did not look back, for he was aware of the situation there even while fighting. Sun Yiyi’s skills proved to be quite superior. Perhaps due to a lack of real combat experience, she initially fought evenly with her opponent.

As time passed, however, Sun Yiyi gained the upper hand, assuring that Song Xiaodong had no need to worry.

Sun Yiyi then cried out in shock, retreating hastily to the side and dropping her katana. The blade was planted in her opponent’s chest, driven through from the front and protruding from his back.

Her opponent let out a scream, then fell silent. His hands gripping the sword in his chest, he staggered back a few steps, then his eyes gradually grew dim. He collapsed straight to the ground with a thud, evidently lifeless.

"I... I didn’t mean it, I didn’t do it on purpose, I really didn’t mean to kill you," Sun Yiyi shook her head vigorously, her face pale, and then suddenly fled to a tree nearby, holding her stomach and violently retching.