640: Chapter 629 640: Chapter 629 “Bang!”
The same move as before, only it was a simple punch!
Faster and stronger!
Song Yun could only manage to raise his hands in time, and again he was sent flying.
This time he flew even further than before, and his clothes were ragged.
“The second move,” Kunpeng said.
Song Yun coughed a few times, reached out to grab a nearby tree, and slowly stood up.
Kunpeng’s strength, which reached deep inside Song Yun’s body, allowed Song Yun to clearly feel that he had a severe internal hemorrhage!
For some unknown reason, that familiar warm current appeared in his Dantian again, swiftly healing his damaged organs.
In the mere ten seconds it took Song Yun to stand, his injuries had significantly healed!
Most notably, he had almost been unable to suppress the urge to vomit blood, but now that feeling had gradually subsided.
“What is going on?” Song Yun looked at his hands in confusion.
This second move, where Kunpeng’s strength had increased significantly, had yet to inflict as severe an injury as the first had!
“Not bad,” Kunpeng remarked.
“Even those on the Dragon List, risking their lives, can only withstand two of my moves.”
“Bring it on,” Song Yun glared fiercely at Kunpeng.
“The third move,” Kunpeng said but did not advance as quickly as the first time, instead casually walking toward Song Yun.
“Damn you!” Song Yun shouted and clenched his fist, charging at Kunpeng!
Sometimes, even when we know something is impossible, we still strive hard to accomplish it.
Having tried our best, even if we fail, there’s nothing to regret.
Song Yun knew the gap between him and a legendary figure like Kunpeng was vast.
Although he often appeared impressive, Song Yun knew that compared to Kunpeng, he was just a small fry.
But Song Yun was not someone who liked being passively beaten.
For the first two moves, Kunpeng was too fast for Song Yun to counter.
Now, with the third move and Kunpeng slowing down, Song Yun was certain that Kunpeng’s power was about to surge to another level.
Perhaps rushing in like this could really kill him, but would Song Yun regret it?
A slight smile appeared on Song Yun’s lips as he gathered all his strength in his right hand.
The immense power even heated the air, and whether it was lightning or something else, his right hand faintly seemed to burn hot.
“Eh?” Kunpeng let out a light exclamation, his face showing a hint of surprise, “I didn’t expect this punch to reach such a level; it’s strong enough to hurt me.”
“Hmph,” Song Yun snorted coldly, speeding up, the ten-meter distance between them closing almost instantly.
Kunpeng shook his head, “Pity, still not fast enough.” He simply stretched out his right hand and spread his fingers.
Bang!
A muffled sound, Kunpeng remained unmoved, and Song Yun’s thunderous punch was firmly caught by Kunpeng’s right hand.
Song Yun’s expression drastically changed, wanting to retreat, but it was all in vain.
“Out of respect for Mr.
Song and your master, I won’t kill you.” Kunpeng slowly extended his left hand, which Song Yun could feel blending into the universe itself.
As his hand ominously approached, Song Yun didn’t know where he found the strength, but he suddenly burst with power.
Just as the left hand was about to reach him, he finally broke free from Kunpeng’s right hand and struck with all his might at Kunpeng’s temple.
A fierce light burst from Kunpeng’s eyes as he easily caught Song Yun’s overpowering punch, then his left hand, ghost-like, appeared at Song Yun’s chest.
Kunpeng merely pressed his left hand simply against Song Yun’s chest.
Without any sound, Song Yun’s body violently jolted backward.
The life in his eyes almost vanished in an instant!
Kunpeng slowly released his grip on Song Yun, who collapsed to the ground, his life hanging by a thread.
“Stop hiding, come out,” Kunpeng spoke indifferently.
Dressed in white, Qingluan appeared at the edge of the woods, walking slowly to Song Yun’s side and crouching down.
“He has grown fast, but he’s still too weak.
What surprises me is that you arrived even before Vermilion Bird,” Kunpeng remarked.
“You should not have interfered with him,” Qingluan said calmly.
“What does it matter?” Kunpeng replied coldly.
Qingluan gently stroked Song Yun’s face, “Then, Kunpeng, leave your right hand behind.”
Instantly, a thunderbolt streaked across the sky, as if tearing apart the oppressive dark clouds, finally sprinkling raindrops onto the ground, causing tiny splashes.
The rain kept pouring harder.
No one knew what had transpired on such a night.
“Qingluan…” Kunpeng, standing beside Xin Dong, furrowed his brow as he watched the rain that had fallen all night, slowly uttering those two words.
Xin Dong trembled beside Kunpeng, not because of the Kirin’s disappearance, nor because of Kunpeng’s presence, but because of Kunpeng’s naturally hanging right arm.
Kunpeng’s right arm had been broken!
“Song Yun, time to get up,” Li Shishi called as she pushed open Song Yun’s door.
Startled, Song Yun abruptly opened his eyes.
The sky outside was overcast, with drizzling rain tapping against the window, making crisp sounds.
“What happened?” Song Yun looked around in astonishment.
He distinctly remembered being scattered by what seemed like an ordinary palm strike from Kunpeng the previous night; his body felt as if it had been instantly shattered, and he couldn’t even breathe, every bit of his blood, bones, and organs seemed to vanish in that instant.
Then, he passed out.
But why was he now in his room, feeling not the slightest discomfort, and even…
stronger?
Yes!
Much stronger!
Song Yun clenched his fist, hearing the clicking sounds of his bones.
His body’s strength seemed to have inexplicably increased significantly!
Song Yun casually swung his fist, feeling no discomfort, as if he was naturally meant to have such great strength.
What on earth was going on?
Song Yun grabbed his hair, trying hard to recall something, but his memory only lingered on that seemingly casual punch from Kunpeng and then endless darkness.
“Song Yun, come out and eat,” Li Shishi called.
Startled from his thoughts, Song Yun called back, “Alright.”
After going downstairs, Song Yun was surprised to find that Qingluan was not there.
“Where’s Qingluan?” Song Yun asked.
“Qingluan said she wasn’t feeling well today, resting in her room,” Li Shishi replied.
“We just went to check on her a while ago; she seemed very tired.”
“I’ll go check on her,” Song Yun hurriedly said.
“No need to go now, she’s sleeping.
Visit her later, maybe she got caught in the rain last night,” Li Shishi suggested.