Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 950 - 951: Cutting Experts Like Slicing Vegetables

Chapter 950: Chapter 951: Cutting Experts Like Slicing Vegetables

The Japanese expert instantly exploded with rage, shouting, "Since you’re seeking death, don’t blame me."

As he spoke, he lunged forward directly toward Song Xiaodong to attack.

Karate might seem like a competitive sport to ordinary people, but this art, passed down in Japan for centuries, is far more than just a competition. True masters prioritize targeting critical points, dismantling their opponent’s abilities with precision—not merely for show.

And this guy was precisely such a master.

His skills were indeed formidable, but it ultimately depends on who he’s up against. At this moment, Song Xiaodong was far beyond the level this man’s abilities could hope to challenge.

As his punch approached Song Xiaodong, Song Xiaodong suddenly unleashed a fierce strike. The punch was extraordinarily simple, devoid of any extravagance—just a straightforward thrust. Yet its raw power seemed to tear through the air, unstoppable like a spear piercing through the heart of resistance.

The Japanese expert, facing Song Xiaodong’s punch, instantly felt a fearsome danger that chilled his soul. Even though his attack had already reached Song Xiaodong, he sensed that if he continued, not only would his strike fail to land but he would also suffer severely from this punch.

He wanted to evade Song Xiaodong’s earth-shattering blow, but the oppressive force of the punch left him unable to dodge. In fact, he couldn’t even conceive of an escape route—other than bracing himself to take it head-on, he had no other option.

For those who don’t understand Kung Fu or haven’t experienced it firsthand, comprehending the Japanese expert’s feelings would be nearly impossible. This was an absolute suppression of momentum, a display of the stark disparity in skill and power.

Without hesitation, he shifted from offense to defense, crossing his arms over his chest, hoping to muster all his strength to withstand Song Xiaodong’s strike.

"Bang!" Song Xiaodong’s punch landed squarely on the man’s forearms.

An explosive force erupted at the point of contact, obliterating his defensive power as though slicing through brittle wood. The impact surged inside his body, unleashing catastrophic destruction.

His body was flung backward, and while still airborne, a mouthful of fresh blood spewed from his lips with a resounding "splat."

The other two people hurried to catch him. A quick check left them both horrified—Song Xiaodong’s punch had nearly killed the man outright. Though he hadn’t died, his internal organs had suffered significant damage. Even if he survived and was treated, most of his martial arts skills would be permanently destroyed.

"You’re vicious!" The other two experts glared angrily at Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong replied coldly, "I warned you—if people don’t provoke me, I won’t provoke them. You want to deal with me? Then I will repay harm with harm."

As he spoke, Song Xiaodong advanced toward them.

"Kill him! Kill him!" Jinglin Zuoye, intimidated by Song Xiaodong’s overpowering aura, started to panic. His mission in Las Vegas was of utmost importance, hence why he’d been assigned these experts. But to see one of them severely injured so quickly—if Song Xiaodong wasn’t killed, how could he return and explain?

The two experts roared in fury, quickly setting the injured man aside, and surged toward Song Xiaodong together. When they were still three steps away, they shouted in unison before launching their coordinated strikes at him.

Song Xiaodong remained calm. His footwork shifted fluidly as he slipped neatly through the gap between their attacks.

The two experts were instantly terrified. What they had just witnessed was even more shocking than watching their companion get knocked flying earlier. Their combined strike felt flawless to them—besides confronting it head-on, their opponent would inevitably have to retreat and regroup. Yet Song Xiaodong had evaded it effortlessly, exuding composure throughout.

This alone revealed that Song Xiaodong’s observational skills and martial prowess far surpassed theirs. He could detect weaknesses they hadn’t even realized existed, allowing him to sidestep their attack with ease.

The disparity became glaringly apparent, utterly shattering their confidence.

But what scared them even more was the sudden onset of danger. Feeling it creeping up, they promptly turned to defend themselves.

However, two large hands seized each of their collars, almost as though they’d blindly turned themselves toward Song Xiaodong, offering their necks to him. His hands locked on perfectly.

Both men simultaneously lashed out with moves meant to force Song Xiaodong to release them. But Song Xiaodong didn’t budge. In fact, his grip tightened as sudden force pulled them together, colliding their strikes off course so they missed him entirely.

"Ah!" Eyes wide in terror, the pair helplessly watched their faces racing toward each other. They shouted in panic, instinctively pushing against each other while straining their necks in a desperate attempt to avoid collision.

But their strength was no match for Song Xiaodong’s. That overwhelming power left them feeling utterly feeble, suffocatingly helpless. All they could do was watch as the other’s face grew larger in their vision before their faces smashed together viciously.

"Bang!" Another dull thud rang out as their noses broke simultaneously, blood spraying everywhere. The violent impact rattled their senses so thoroughly that both of them blacked out immediately. How severe were their injuries? Only they would know upon waking.

Having effortlessly dispatched the three experts, Song Xiaodong turned his gaze toward Jinglin Zuoye and Nick Kush, whose faces were pale as ghosts, sweat pouring down their foreheads uncontrollably. They had never encountered such a ferocious fighter before.

"You... what do you want?" Jinglin Zuoye swallowed hard, his voice dry and quivering, his steps retreating involuntarily.

Nick Kush clenched his lips and said, "You better not act recklessly! This is Las Vegas; if you dare touch us, you won’t leave here alive."

Song Xiaodong strode up to them, raising a hand to pat Jinglin Zuoye’s shoulder twice before speaking calmly, "One month from now, deliver the money to the Su Family in Minghe City, Ningjian Province—not a single cent less."

"I... Yes, yes, of course!" Jinglin Zuoye felt a slight sting on his shoulder. Though the pain was minor, his fear of Song Xiaodong overshadowed all else, compelling him to agree instinctively.

Song Xiaodong waved his hand dismissively, stating, "You can go now."

As though granted salvation, Jinglin Zuoye immediately turned, flinging the door open and fleeing. Once outside, he stumbled and fell face-first, scrambling to his feet only to dash away at lightning speed—terrified that Song Xiaodong might change his mind.

Song Xiaodong didn’t spare him a glance, instead shifting his attention to Nick Kush, asking sternly, "Now, what explanation do you have for me?"

"I... Alright, I’ll make the arrangements right away."

Song Xiaodong narrowed his eyes slightly and warned, "Go ahead. If you’re not back within ten minutes, you’ll understand just how severe the consequences will be."