Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 73 - 73 72 The Taste of Fate

73: Chapter 72: The Taste of Fate 73: Chapter 72: The Taste of Fate After half an hour of back and forth combat, Lin Zhu seized an opportunity for a jumping splitting strike that aimed straight for Song Yun’s face.

Song Yun sneered, having waited just for this moment—his long-laid trap was about to clinch victory.

Extending his right hand, he caught Lin Zhu’s blade between his index and middle fingers.

Lin Zhu was not very tall, to begin with, and his jumping attack left him dangling in the air after Song Yun had caught his knife.

Song Yun threw a punch that knocked Lin Zhu out of the air and grabbed the knife from his hand with a laugh, “Let me teach you how to use a knife.”

The blade was good and Song Yun’s skills were strong; when combined, they produced an unstoppable force on the stage.

Song Yun suddenly closed in and used the knife to send Lin Zhu spinning in the air.

Predicting his trajectory, he struck him hard with the back of the blade in the stomach, then lifted his right foot and kicked Lin Zhu out of the ring like he was kicking a football.

Dropping the knife beside Lin Zhu nonchalantly, he then asked with a laugh, “Who else?”

The crowd below exchanged looks, too intimidated to speak up.

The referee checked on Lin Zhu’s injuries before stepping onto the stage with a sigh, “Is there anyone else who wishes to challenge the Dragon List’s third-ranked Song Yun?”

The Dragon List’s eighth-ranked Divine Calculator, who had previously read Song Yun’s fortune, staggered onto the stage, “How have you been lately, young friend?”

“Things have been quite good; but are you challenging me by coming up here?” Song Yun asked with a taunting arch of his eyebrow.

“I suppose I must test myself against you.

Today, I’m going to experience your might,” said the Divine Calculator.

To be honest, this old Daoist was quite a character.

He drew out a wooden rule and managed to entangle with Song Yun for quite some time.

When their speed reached its peak, the old Daoist began to falter under the relentless assaults, and within moments, Song Yun had landed several punches on him!

The Divine Calculator’s face paled, his hands moving as fast as they had ever moved in his life, but it still wasn’t enough; he began to struggle in defense.

Like a man fighting against the raging sea, he dared not even think about relaxing.

After being sent flying by one of Song Yun’s punches, the Divine Calculator shamelessly stood up, patted the dirt off himself, and said, “Indeed, a young hero, young man, I see great potential in you.

I have some matters to attend to today, so I’ll take my leave.

No need to see me out.”

Motherfucker, thinks he can just leave like that?

Even a john has to pay after pulling up his pants, and this old coot thinks he can sneak away without facing the music?

Song Yun grabbed the Divine Calculator’s arm and shouted, “Senior, don’t go, I still have a few moves to learn from you.”

The Divine Calculator, having no mind for anything else after hearing those words, simply doffed his Daoist robe and leaped off the stage, claiming shamefacedly, “By predicting the stars, I see I am needed at Meteor Street by Xiao Hong.

I must leave first, and once your injuries are better, let’s drink and be merry.”

Meteor Street?

The largest red-light district in Sunan City by night.

This old Daoist had none of the airs of an exalted figure; he was nothing but a ruffian.

“Ha ha ha, watching this young friend’s match has made me all nervous!

Now, who else below wishes to step up and challenge?” said the referee.

Song Yun gave a wry smile, “If that’s the case, then let me challenge the second-ranked on the Dragon List.

If I were to face each challenger down there one by one, the night would end.”

“Alright, let’s invite our Dragon List’s second-ranked Qingluan,” the referee called out, though the inflection in his voice sounded just like a madam calling out in the Yihong Brothel.

Qingluan, radiant and energetic, stepped onto the stage.

The woman had an oval face, willow leaf eyebrows, and large eyes that sparkled vivaciously like spring water.

She was wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with ‘I am a warrior’ and a short skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, her bare feet bouncing onto the stage.

And she kept staring at Song Yun with ill intent.

Song Yun shivered.

He thought to himself, this girl’s gaze is trying to seduce me.

Qingluan looked Song Yun up and down, then leaned in to sniff the scent on him before saying, “I smell the scent of fate on you.” Her big eyes twinkled intensely as she continued to stare at him.

“Forget about fighting; I feel like there’s a bond between us growing tighter.”

Song Yun swallowed nervously.

He had realized that if a woman wanted to play dirty, no one could stop her.

For instance, Li Shishi, who asked him if her body was pretty the other night, and Qingluan, who was now sniffing him with great effort.

The referee awkwardly approached and asked, “Qingluan, are you sure you want to concede?

If you do, you’ll drop to third place.”

Qingluan shrugged generously, “It doesn’t matter, it’s just third place.

When the first rank appears, I’ll challenge them.”

The referee stuttered, struggling to announce the results of the match.

So, this was the second rank on the Dragon List?

I’ve become the second rank just like that?

Song Yun felt it was a bit surreal.

Was this the protagonist’s halo mentioned in novels?

He basked in the feeling of happiness.

As the referee asked if anyone else below intended to challenge Song Yun, Qingluan intervened, declaring that she would face any challengers in his place.

Holy shit, what kind of gesture was that?

It was like she was the international ambassador of love and peace—even though the girl herself wasn’t “even” at all—now, her radiance was akin to Mother Mary.

Song Yun was certain that layers of the protagonist’s aura enveloped him now, his strength was such that he could punch the elders at the Nanshan Elderly Care Center and kick the toddlers at Beihai Kindergarten.

Song Yun had no intention of challenging the first rank on the Dragon List, and thus, the night’s Dragon List battles came to a close.

His name became renowned among all the masters, and soon, no matter what sect or school in Huaxia, everyone would hear the name Song Yun.

As night fell, Song Yun prepared to head home but dared not, simply because he had picked up a little tail following him.

When Song Yun left the arena after the match, he had noticed Qingluan sneakily trailing behind him.

When he turned around, she pretended to gaze at the sky, damn it, the sky was pitch black—what could there possibly be to see?

Song Yun was on high alert around the girl.

She had casually given up the second spot on the Dragon List and then kept staring at him with predatory eyes.

Song Yun was terrified of the thought of Qingluan pinning him down with a lecherous laugh at night.

Should he resist or acquiesce?

“Slap!”

Song Yun gave himself a smack across the face.

What was this about resisting or acquiescing?

He was a grown man, after all.

In the darkness of night, shouldn’t he be the one teasing Qingluan instead of being teased by her?

Song Yun turned around with a playful look and said, “Qingluan, why are you following me home in the middle of the night?

Could it be you’ve taken a liking to me?”

“Pfft, who’s taken a liking to you?

I just feel…I just feel that you smell nice.

Besides, the street is wide and there are many ways; who says I’m following you?

Isn’t my home around here too?” Qingluan retorted with a pout.

“Fine, fine, then I’ll just drive away first.

Take your time going home,” Song Yun said as he opened the car door and got in with a smile.

“You can’t leave,” said Qingluan as she clung to Song Yun’s car window.

“Why can’t I leave?

Madam, spare my life, will you?

If you want, I’ll treat you to a meal,” Song Yun pleaded.

“Bang!” Qingluan’s palm struck down on the car hood, creating a dent, her lips puckered as if she could hang a pot from them, and she said, “I say you can’t leave.”

Song Yun was speechless before the girl, who had the face of a cute little girl but the strength of a tyrannosaurus rex.