Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 791 - 792: Massacre

Chapter 791: Chapter 792: Massacre

"Damn it!"

Seeing their comrade fall, the seven men flew into a sudden rage, their eyes bloodshot as they all crazily attacked Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong inwardly sighed. If Sun Yiyi hadn’t killed that man, it would have only been a dispute over some fruit, but now that they had killed one of their own, it was a fight to the death. Holding back was now meaningless.

Their madness increased the pressure on Song Xiaodong. The opponents were not weak, and although his perception ability was strong, allowing him to determine the best positions and angles to strike, human abilities were limited, as was his speed.

It was like having a tiger chasing you from behind; even if you knew climbing a high wall ahead could lead to escape, you still needed to actually climb it.

And there was a limit to human endurance. Even if he was stronger than them, continuing the fight would deplete his energy excessively. His movements would slow, and his reaction time would weaken. One slip up, and he could end up as a lost soul under their blades.

After deflecting two long knives with a single move, Song Xiaodong shouted, "I don’t want to start a slaughter. You’d better back off early."

But those men, their eyes already blood-red, did not heed Song Xiaodong’s warning and rushed at him even more crazily.

With another stern shout, Song Xiaodong’s hand no longer prioritized defense; he had to begin a killing spree.

"Clang, clang, clang..." A series of clashing sounds rang out as Song Xiaodong successfully forced his way into an expert’s embrace, his dagger directly stabbing into the opponent’s heart.

At that moment, Song Xiaodong could not afford to hold back. If the blade didn’t strike the heart and merely injured the opponent, the foe would definitely use the remaining strength to cling onto him, and then it would be his end.

Though he had killed one, the remaining six did not lessen their aggressive attacks, but instead attacked more ferociously.

Song Xiaodong frowned in frustration, summoned up his divine strength once more, and while blocking their assaults, he looked for an opportunity and quickly found a flaw in an opponent’s defense, slicing an expert’s throat with his dagger.

"Ah, ah!" The experts had gone completely mad, completely disregarding the death of their comrade. Now, all they wanted was to kill Song Xiaodong; they didn’t even think about the fruit anymore.

However, Matsumoto Ningji was comparatively calmer. At that moment, he glanced at Sun Yiyi, who was still bent over retching, and suddenly abandoning Song Xiaodong, he dashed towards Sun Yiyi.

Song Xiaodong immediately panicked; Sun Yiyi was unarmed, and Matsumoto Ningji, the most skilled among them, would undoubtedly be lethal to Sun Yiyi.

"Be careful!" Song Xiaodong screamed.

Upon hearing the shout, Sun Yiyi instinctively turned her head and saw the demon-like, red-eyed Matsumoto Ningji.

"Ah!" Sun Yiyi cried out in fear and promptly dashed away. If the skill gap was significant, having a weapon or not didn’t make much difference. However, if the difference wasn’t too great, then having a weapon made a big difference.

Because if you hit the opponent with a palm, at most it would cause some injury, but if the opponent stabbed you with a knife, it might end your life. The idea of "barehanded blade block" is useless when the skill levels are not vastly different.

Song Xiaodong suddenly became furious and wanted to abandon these four people to help Sun Yiyi.

However, the other four did not give him the chance at all; they were determined to entangle Song Xiaodong first.

For a while, it was quite difficult for Song Xiaodong to break free from them, and the one who was initially injured now completely disregarded his wounds, grabbed a katana, and joined the battle, his combat strength was quite formidable as well.

Song Xiaodong’s gaze followed Matsumoto Ningji chasing Sun Yiyi desperately, the long blade nearly striking Sun Yiyi several times. If not for Sun Yiyi’s superior movement technique, she would have been a ghost under the blade much earlier.

"If you all want to die that badly, then don’t blame me." Song Xiaodong gritted his teeth, suddenly let out a long howl, and then his offensive power surged. At this point, he might as well finish them all off.

Matsumoto Ningji’s swordsmanship was like the wind, hacking at Sun Yiyi repeatedly. He noticed that Sun Yiyi’s steps were becoming increasingly chaotic and her complexion increasingly panicked. Just a bit more effort, and he could slay this woman with his blade.

He also noticed that because of his pursuit of Sun Yiyi, Song Xiaodong was becoming quite disoriented, which was definitely advantageous for his own side.

So, he attacked even more fiercely, aiming to make Sun Yiyi even more panicked and disoriented, and hence more vulnerable. This way, the more desperate Song Xiaodong became on their side, the more opportunities they would have.

The rainforest was full of vines. While Sun Yiyi was fleeing, she couldn’t watch her steps. Initially, she was managing, but suddenly, her foot caught on a vine, and her body fell backward, emitting a cry of alarm.

Matsumoto Ningji was immediately overjoyed and slashed viciously at Sun Yiyi. Even though the woman before him was so beautiful, the hatred had made him completely overlook this; he only thought of cleaving Sun Yiyi in two.

At that moment, Sun Yiyi was utterly incapable of defending herself, nor could she dodge any longer; apart from screaming, she could only close her eyes.

"Clang!" A sharp sound rang out.

A dagger was positioned just in front of Sun Yiyi’s forehead, narrowly blocking the lethal strike.

It was indeed Song Xiaodong who had blocked with the dagger in his hand, and in his other hand, he held a katana, which was strikingly plunged into Matsumoto Ningji’s chest, sinking all the way to the hilt and protruding a long section from his back.

Matsumoto Ningji had not yet died instantly, using a disbelieving gaze to look at Song Xiaodong, then at the battlefield; his companions lay scattered in every direction, not one standing.

"You... you..." Matsumoto Ningji’s throat made gurgling sounds, "Heaven... Amaterasu... will not forgive you."

After uttering his final words, Matsumoto Ningji collapsed to the ground with a thud, never to breathe again.

"Dongzi!" Sun Yiyi suddenly leapt up and threw herself into Song Xiaodong’s arms, sobbing loudly.

Song Xiaodong raised his hand to pat Sun Yiyi’s shoulder, grimacing in pain, "Gentle, gentle, it hurts a lot."

"Ah! You’re hurt!" Sun Yiyi quickly pushed Song Xiaodong away, then saw that Song Xiaodong’s arms and chest were covered in blood, especially the chest area, which had a long wound with blood gushing out.