Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 27 - 27 26 Epilepsy Patients

27: Chapter 26 Epilepsy Patients?

27: Chapter 26 Epilepsy Patients?

“Of course, Song Yun is a person of status,” they noted.

“Did you not see how Tom, the responsible manager of Dunhuang Hotel, was all respectful in front of him?

They say America is the godfather of the Eastern Country, and even their godfather dares not breathe heavily in his presence.

So why should he bark like a dog here?”

And speaking of doing reprehensible deeds, you shouldn’t get your own hands dirty.

When he had entered, he saw a black shepherd tied up across from the bun vendor.

When it’s all over, he would drag it over to let it vent as much as it needed, saving it the embarrassment of sniffing at female dogs thereafter.

Hattori hooked the fallen RB knife with his foot, then slightly bent his left leg, leaning his body forward, just like a runner at the start of a race.

The long sword was held under his crotch, the tip of the blade forming a 90-degree angle with the ground.

Mumbling under his breath, it was unclear what he was nagging about—he was mostly uttering phrases like “the troops are arrayed in front before battle.”

With a furious shout, Hattori suddenly raised the long sword, his body continuously swaying, bouncing up and down just like the grandmothers in the square.

Watching from the side, Song Yun’s eyes twitched.

Could this kid be possessed?

Or suffering a mental breakdown?

Damn it, these ghosts are truly inhumane, sending someone with a history of epilepsy on a mission.

After jumping around for a long time, Hattori suddenly lurched forward, swinging a straight cut at Song Yun, the blade’s gleam bringing a chill.

Murderous intent!

Towering murderous intent, solidified through killing, spreading far and wide!

This was Song Yun’s first encounter with a ninja, and he was not familiar with their combat methods yet.

Although Song Yun held his opponent in contempt, he couldn’t let his guard down until the dust settled.

Who knows how many important figures had capsized in small gutters, stabbed dead by an underdog?

Song Yun concentrated deeply, his Hidden Dragon Saber casting a swath of silver light, protecting a meter around him so thoroughly that not even a drop could penetrate.

With a cold shout, Hattori’s blade moved faster and faster, striking 38 times in ten seconds, almost four slashes per second.

Yet such rapid blade speed couldn’t injure Song Yun in the slightest, and the sound of clashing blades continuously echoed in the room.

Black Flood Dragon listened to the continuous sounds from inside the room, it seemed the ninja was not an easy opponent either, and the competitive Black Flood Dragon felt an urge to go in and test his strength against the ninja.

Beside him, the interpreter showing his yellow teeth ingratiatingly said, “Lord Hu, I’m only an interpreter, I know nothing, please show some leniency.

Given our relationship, it shouldn’t have come to this.”

Hearing this, Wang Hu felt very annoyed inside and also a bit worried.

Considering the strong showing of Song Yun in front of him, he should have been able to come out by now, but the battle was still ongoing.

If…

if Song Yun lost, wouldn’t it mean a total loss for him as well?

The more Wang Hu thought about it, the more irritable he became, plus the interpreter kept pleading beside him, making him even more troubled.

Angrily, he kicked the interpreter.

The shameless interpreter hugged Wang Hu’s thigh, crying out, “Brother Hu, Lord Hu, please have mercy.

I have an elderly mother of eighty and a two-year-old child at home, please spare me.”

“Scram, even calling me daddy won’t work.”

Inside the room, Song Yun, holding the Hidden Dragon Saber with one hand, leaned forward and lunged aggressively towards Hattori.

Hattori’s eyes widened, thinking that this kid was trying to break the stalemate proactively, disrupt his rhythm, and seize the initiative.

Bang!

Another smoke bomb exploded, Hattori slowly disappearing within it, the room filling with smoke like a monstrous beast swallowing him whole.

Song Yun meticulously observed the surroundings, the smoke from this attack making the room’s atmosphere even denser.

The smoke grew thicker, enveloping a larger area, some even seeping through the cracks of the doors.

Clang!

It sounded like a cup shattering.

Song Yun didn’t dare head that way, who knew if it was part of the deceiving array?

No, the room now truly felt like a maze.

The room was eight meters wide, Song Yun should have reached a wall in two seconds, yet he had walked for two to three minutes without any end in sight, as if he was treading water.

The eyes can’t see, they’ll trick the brain with deceptive substances.

The ears can’t hear, the room’s noises were getting louder, and Song Yun was getting confused about where Hattori might be.

Under such circumstances, he could only rely on his feelings—his so-called sixth sense, which he was most proud of, had pulled him back from life and death situations countless times.

He trusted it would be the same this time.

Swoosh!

Song Yun felt something slice through the air towards his chest.

Instinctively, his brain guided the Hidden Dragon Saber to block at a critical moment.

Unexpectedly, two more shuriken flew at him right after.

Song Yun spun around, his leg kicking towards where the air had split—missing.

His foot kicked through empty air, and Hattori’s figure faded back into the dense fog.

“Hmph, these little ghosts only know women’s tactics, always too timid to walk the big roads,” Song Yun swore aloud, intending to disturb Hattori’s focus.

“Damn it, this kid’s resilience is really something.

I must force him out, otherwise, it’ll be disadvantageous for me.” Song Yun silently cursed within, knowing the dense fog was Hattori’s home turf.

Now performing as the away team, if he couldn’t even touch his opponent, he’d be played to death by the other party.

Hattori shot several shuriken at Song Yun, but they were all deflected one by one, buzzing past.

This irritated Hattori tremendously.

His ninjutsu, while not top-notch in America, was still moderately famous in the circle.

Having reached the level of Mid-level Ninja at thirty, he was recognized as a genius.

Now, having been toyed and ridiculed repeatedly by Song Yun, he was thrown into disarray.

His confusion affected his breathing, growing heavier as he increasingly wanted to strike a deadly blow to Song Yun to retrieve his lost honor.

When Song Yun heard the whooshing sound, he quickly retreated.

Hattori, cunning as he was, seeing that his sneak attack had failed, changed the trajectory of his blade mid-air.

Initially aimed at Song Yun’s face, it now slashed across Song Yun’s arm.

The fabric tore, the flesh on his arm was cut, exposing a deep, narrow wound.

Song Yun silently swallowed, thankful he had resisted somewhat, or else Hattori’s strike could have chopped his arm off.

The pain in his arm thoroughly enraged Song Yun.

He stopped dodging and just stood directly in the fog, as still as a stone.