Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1218 - 1203: Still Not Finished?

Zhou Jinlai’s force in this attack left Song Yun, who weighed over a hundred jin, seemingly freed from the Earth’s gravity, tracing a beautiful arc in the air.

However, flying through the air, Song Yun saw stars rush before his eyes; the strike had been too sudden and fierce, causing his whole head to buzz incessantly.

Fortunately, Song Yun recovered quickly. Just before landing, his consciousness returned. He twisted his body, landing with both feet and staggering back a few steps.

Before Song Yun could marvel at Zhou Jinlai’s prowess, another thick leg whipped towards his ribs!

Zhou Jinlai had already charged forward!

The strength and speed that Zhou Jinlai’s hefty frame unleashed took Song Yun by surprise. He hadn’t even caught his breath when Zhou Jinlai had run all the way over and threw in a whipping leg.

This strike was aimed at Song Yun’s ribs, and if hit, could easily break two or three ribs at the very least.

"Hmph!"

Song Yun snorted coldly.

He twisted his body on the spot, dodging Zhou Jinlai’s kick, and instantly channeled Inner Qi through the meridians of his entire palm!

Song Yun’s hand suddenly pressed down on Zhou Jinlai’s thigh, which hadn’t had time to retract.

Thump.

Pressed down by Song Yun, Zhou Jinlai’s leg rebounded directly to the ground.

With a boom, Zhou Jinlai’s foot pressed into the ground, creating a dent, while a smile curled at Song Yun’s lips as he stepped forward.

His shoulder drove upward.

It caught Zhou Jinlai right under the armpit.

Bam.

Zhou Jinlai’s entire body was lifted upward by Song Yun’s thrust.

Song Yun’s hand quickly formed into a fist, and then launched a beautiful short-strike combo.

Bang bang bang.

His fists rained down on Zhou Jinlai’s body like raindrops.

This was a short-strike routine recorded in a family secret manual, which allowed him to layer power level by level. Normally when we punch, the force applied to someone is equal to what it is. But with this routine, if the first strike delivers a jin of force, the second at the same spot can increase that to a jin and one, then a jin and two.

Song Yun’s hands seemed to transform, with fists blurring to the point where they were nearly invisible, only leaving a shadowy afterimage, while Zhou Jinlai’s torso arched backward from the impact of Song Yun’s blows.

"Go to hell!"

Song Yun roared, both hands suddenly shifting into a large palm print, which pressed against Zhou Jinlai’s chest, and then the Inner Qi erupted.

Bang.

Zhou Jinlai was sent flying.

A total of one hundred and eight punches. With the force layered by Song Yun, by the one hundred and eighth punch, the power reached an astonishing figure. The final large palm imprint Song Yun used was also learned from that book, designed to send all accumulated force forward to strike a person at once.

This was a mystical technique.

Song Yun didn’t know why these techniques existed, but after experimenting in the past, he found that while the one hundred and eight punches might not significantly impact a wooden stake, after finishing the sequence, the final palm imprint would shatter the stake into pieces.

This demonstrated the immense power of this combined attack form.

Indeed, Zhou Jinlai, with his bulky frame, was sent flying.

Bang.

In mid-air, Zhou Jinlai twisted his body around to land steadily, though the spot under his feet still developed a slight depression and crack.

"What an impressive short strike." Zhou Jinlai said with some surprise, "I’ve never seen such an impressive short strike; it feels like my body is about to be torn apart."

"There’re plenty of things you haven’t seen!" Song Yun said as he charged toward Zhou Jinlai, who had assumed a serious fighting stance.

Bang bang bang.

Song Yun’s fists were filled with Inner Qi, clashing with Zhou Jinlai’s fists, creating bursts of bangs, while Zhou Jinlai’s fists also brimmed with Inner Qi, the collision of fists reverberating through the air, echoing sounds that could make an ordinary person watching tremble and weaken.

Both moved at such speed that you couldn’t discern how either handled an incoming punch, just a flurry of shadows, back and forth.

Zhou Jinlai was confident his Inner Qi was richer than Song Yun’s, since even if Song Yun had been accumulating it his entire life, he’s only been alive for over twenty years. Zhou had been practicing Inner Qi since his twenties, for nearly thirty years, which shouldn’t be comparable to Song Yun. Moreover, could Song Yun have started accumulating Inner Qi since birth? Absolutely not.

Therefore, Zhou Jinlai confidently used a direct Inner Qi clash, thinking Song Yun would exhaust himself in ten seconds. Inner Qi is not easily amassed!

If Alexander were here, he would undoubtedly say something every Shen Zhou person knew to Zhou Jinlai.

"You’re so naive."

In terms of skill or movement technique, Zhou Jinlai slightly surpassed Song Yun, being a renowned figure ranking thirtieth on the War God List. However, in terms of Inner Qi, there’s no comparison between Zhou Jinlai and Song Yun.

Song Yun was like a balloon with an endless supply of compressed air, his Inner Qi flowing continuously.

But Zhou Jinlai didn’t know!

He didn’t know that Song Yun’s Inner Qi was seemingly free, while in every other aspect, Zhou Jinlai’s slight edge wasn’t enough to secure a victory.

So, Zhou Jinlai adopted the most prudent, direct approach of using Inner Qi to wear down Song Yun, believing that once Song Yun’s Inner Qi was depleted, he would be like a lamb to the slaughter, or a deflated balloon unable to rise.

However, time ticked by, second by second.

Ten seconds passed.

Song Yun still fought energetically with Zhou Jinlai, who, slightly puzzled, thought Song Yun’s Inner Qi seemed surprisingly plentiful. He reasoned that the Zhao Family must have invested heavily in some potion for Song Yun, resulting in his ample Inner Qi.

But no matter how much he had, it couldn’t bridge a thirty-year gap.

If Inner Qi were so easily acquired whenever desired, it would become worthless and not a mainstream weapon for contemporary experts on the War God List.

Indeed, many on the War God List regarded Inner Qi as a weapon, and mastering it was akin to wielding a Divine Weapon, capable of both offense and defense!

Gradually, fifteen seconds passed.

The two exchanged hundreds of blows mid-air, and the stone slabs beneath them shattered from being unable to bear their power.

At this point, Zhou Jinlai was utterly astonished.

What was happening? Was Song Yun’s Inner Qi still not exhausted?