Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 70 - 70 69 The Battle for the Dragon List

70: Chapter 69: The Battle for the Dragon List 70: Chapter 69: The Battle for the Dragon List “Song Yun, I’m really starting to doubt whether you are the young master from a big family,” Li Shishi said with a peculiar look in her eyes.

“Senior Brother Song, thank you.

I caused trouble for you today,” Xiao Qing whispered.

“It’s alright, after all, we are good neighbors.

If you have a problem, I will definitely help.

Plus, that guy didn’t seem like a good person, so helping you also puts my mind at ease,” Song Yun said with a smile.

Song Yun had spent a day and a half in this gentle environment, but during the time Li Shishi was home, she was continuously on the phone, even getting into an argument with someone on the other end.

She wouldn’t explain why, and Song Yun had to put the matter aside for now because there was a big event coming up soon, and he needed to focus all his energy on it.

Tonight was the night of the Dragon List ranking, and Song Yun was very optimistic about the abilities of those experts.

He was also worried about his own ability to make it into the top ranks of the Dragon List.

It would be embarrassing not to make it.

As soon as he entered the underground arena, Song Yun noticed that there were very few people from the Elephant List, just a handful.

This was a high-end competition, not as chaotic as those with many from the Elephant List fighting at once, so Old Luo didn’t come with Song Yun today.

Of course, there was another reason—if there was indeed a disturbance caused by someone on the Dragon List, Old Luo wouldn’t be able to stop it.

“Brother Song, this competition is a battle for positions in the Dragon List.

Many top experts from the Elephant List aren’t even qualified to watch.

The few inside are top ten masters of the Elephant List,” Wang Ba explained quietly to Song Yun.

It was still the same old man acting as the referee.

Standing on the platform, he announced, “Now, the battle for positions on the Dragon List begins.

Miao Fawang, the top of the Elephant List, do you want to challenge the tenth rank of the Dragon List?”

The fat man known as Miao Fawang stepped forward and shouted, “I want to challenge the tenth rank of the Dragon List, damn it, I’ve almost rusted while staying at the top of the Elephant List.

I have to move up.

Lao Feng, if you don’t take it, you may as well claim the top spot on the Elephant List.

Look how stifled you are on the Dragon List.”

“If you want to fight, Old Wang, just say so.

Don’t make things up.

My sword is hungry for action today,” Feng Feng said as he stepped forward laughing.

“Alright, alright, today I’ll test your abilities again.” Miao Fawang, though bulky, was incredibly agile.

He leapt from the ground onto the fight platform, which was three to four meters off the ground.

After they had exchanged bows, Feng Feng charged towards Miao Fawang with incredible speed, his skills even quicker.

Suddenly pulling out a long sword from behind, countless sword beams intertwined into an impenetrable net, as if Miao Fawang could be shredded into pieces at any moment.

However, Miao Fawang moved in strange steps—striding, sliding, spinning, and hopping—seamlessly connecting every motion.

It was as if the sword beams couldn’t see Miao Fawang, often only slashing past his afterimage and causing him no harm at all.

With a sudden drop in his center of gravity, Miao Fawang ducked, and the sword beam grazed his hair.

His eyes fiercely blazed as he switched his palm to a fist, aiming directly at Feng Feng’s throat.

Feng Feng quickly retreated, raising his long sword to block.

“Clang!”

The blade bent inward, barely deflecting the force from Miao Fawang’s hand, then snapped back into shape within half a breath.

“Haha, your sword is good, Feng Feng.

I’d like to have it,” Miao Fawang said with a belly-shaking laugh, patting his stomach.

“Hmph, if you want it, come and take it,” Feng Feng retorted coldly.

Miao Fawang didn’t waste words and swung his fist toward Feng Feng.

As the two crossed paths, they almost created afterimages.

Feng Feng’s strength was comparable to a famous Sword Dao practitioner whom Song Yun once knew.

Despite his young age, such capabilities indicated exceptional talent.

Seeing that his prolonged attack was unsuccessful, Feng Feng’s sword momentum suddenly changed.

The sword beams initially covering his front abruptly transformed into a startling swan-like silhouette, the sword pressures instantly doubling.

Miao Fawang frowned, his body bursting backward, but the long sword had already slashed towards him.

With no other choice, Miao Fawang raised his right hand, blocking with his mortal flesh against Feng Feng’s famed sword in a gesture reminiscent of a Buddhist’s gentle touch.

“Bang!”

Airwaves burst between the sword and fingers, causing many of the top fighters from the Elephant List to lose their footing.

Many stretched their necks, eager to see who would win, as this battle determined a cross-list ranking.

If Feng Feng won, he would retain his seat as the tenth on the Dragon List; if he lost, he would have to descend shamefacedly to become the top of the Elephant List.

Neither moved, but suddenly Feng Feng flipped forward and returned to his starting position, concentrating all his vital energies into his sword.

This was his strongest strike, and he was confident that even the most powerful current Sword Dao master couldn’t match such a boundary and power.

This was not about strength or skill, but about an individual’s ability to comprehend.

If one comprehends well, as the Buddhists say, one can become enlightened instantly.

If one comprehends poorly, they might never attain success.

Miao Fawang’s expression was stern.

As the startling swan-like silhouette approached, his hands suddenly burst forth with incredible force, clapping together!

The sword halted abruptly!

The sword beams instantly dissipated.

Frowning, Miao Fawang muttered something under his breath that sounded like a spell or perhaps Sanskrit.

He wrested the long sword from Feng Feng’s grasp, slapped it heavily, and the blade emitted a harsh metallic friction sound.

Then, he bent the sword to an angle of about forty or fifty degrees.

This time, it seemed to have suffered significant damage, not recovering as swiftly as before.

Miao Fawang laughed heartily, “This time, I’m not giving you a chance.

I’m going up the Dragon List.” With that, he gave Feng Feng a kick, sending him flying.

“Hmm, this sword, which you’ve carried for many years and which has defeated me many times, I will now break.

Let’s see how you manage after this,” Miao Fawang said, summoning full force in his hands.

He twisted the long sword sharply into two pieces, then folded it into four.

“No!!” Feng Feng let out a thunderous roar, completely ignoring his injuries and charging forward in fury.

Miao Fawang disdainfully tossed the broken sword aside and delivered another lightning-fast kick.

Feng Feng was sent flying again but got up immediately upon landing and ran to where the broken sword lay.

Feng Feng, trembling, picked up the ancient sword, his face showing the sorrow and anger of witnessing a loved one die in his arms.

“This sword has been with me for over twenty years, my constant companion since I began learning the sword at age ten.

Now that you’ve broken it, you and I are irreconcilable enemies,” Feng Feng shouted miserably.

“Then go back and hone your skills before you talk,” Miao Fawang laughed, jumping down from the combat platform and settling into the seat designated for the Dragon List.

From now on, the tenth position on the Dragon List had a new holder.