Return to the City: The Strongest King

Poisonous Dragon Hunting Grounds!

A team of five people is facing a Poisonous Dragon.

"Swoosh swoosh!"

Two arrows flew out, hitting the Poisonous Dragon's body directly. Although the dragon's skin was thick, the arrows still pierced through its skin.

The Poisonous Dragon was instantly enraged, its four short legs moved like the wind, charging straight at them.

The team member at the front directly raised a rattan shield over a person high. The dragon crashed into the shield, but the person holding it only staggered back a few steps, completely unharmed.

Two spears thrust out from either side of the shield, stabbing directly into the dragon's abdomen.

Although the skin on the dragon's back was extremely tough, the skin on its abdomen was not as resilient and couldn't withstand the sharp spears.

The Poisonous Dragon was severely injured and rolled around on the ground. The spearmen seized the opportunity, and with another two strikes, they drove the spears fiercely into its abdomen, ending its life.

In this world, Poisonous Dragons were a terrifying existence, rarely did anyone want to hunt them. Successfully hunting one was something to be proud of.

Yet this team of five showed no excitement, as if they had done something trivial, and then turned their gaze to another Poisonous Dragon.

This was Song Xiaodong's crew. After days of honing their skills, their cooperation became more refined and proficient. From initially fearing the dragons to the excitement of the first kill, they now no longer saw the dragons as a threat.

Four teams quickly assembled together, then faced a group of eight Poisonous Dragons.

The four shield bearers stood on the periphery, with the rest gathered in the center, archers harassed, spearmen delivered the killing blow. Their coordination was impeccable, and the eight dragons fell one after another without being able to injure anyone.

"Not bad, not bad!" Song Xiaodong clapped his hands, praising his subordinates.

Zhang Long puffed out his chest and said, "Sir, today we've hunted twenty-four Poisonous Dragons."

Song Xiaodong nodded and said, "That should be enough, we can head back."

The group started to pack up the spoils, ready to leave, but Song Xiaodong's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted, "Form up!"

Although no one knew what was happening, they had developed the habit of following orders promptly. With Song Xiaodong's command, everyone dropped their prey and lined up swiftly.

"Sir?" Zhang Long looked around, seeing nothing, and gazed questioningly at Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong squinted and said, "There's a group of people, unclear if they are friend or foe."

As Song Xiaodong finished speaking, a group of people emerged from the bushes ahead, and soon more people appeared from the sides and behind, totaling about a hundred. They all held spears and bows, looking fiercely at Song Xiaodong's group.

"They're from Flying Eagle City!" Zhang Long's face changed, saying, "With so many of them, they likely have ill intentions."

Song Xiaodong nodded and said, "No need to be nervous. If there's really any trouble, just treat them like Poisonous Dragons."

Zhang Long and the others immediately felt a surge of courage. If they could handle something as fearsome as the dragons as if they were small beasts, these people didn't seem so frightening anymore.

"You have the audacity to hunt in our Flying Eagle City's hunting grounds!" A man in his thirties stepped forward, pointing at Song Xiaodong's group and shouting.

Song Xiaodong gestured to Zhang Long, who immediately shouted back, "This is our Black Dragon City's hunting ground, when did it become yours?"

The man continued to scold, "Nonsense, this has always been our Flying Eagle City's. You people from Black Dragon City coming here to hunt, are you tired of living?"

Zhang Long said in a deep voice, "What a joke, this has always belonged to Black Dragon City. You entered our territory without our City Lord's permission, what are your intentions?"

"Since each of us claims this as our hunting ground, it's simple: whoever survives, it belongs to them." The man waved his hand, and the people around them immediately surrounded them.

Zhang Long's face changed, and he whispered to Song Xiaodong, "Sir, it's clear their intentions aren't friendly, and these should be Flying Eagle City's elite warriors. We should escort you to safety."

The others also looked grim. They weren't afraid of battle, but the situation was unfavorable in terms of numbers and individual combat strength, leaving them at a disadvantage.

Song Xiaodong smiled faintly and said, "I trained you not to only face the dragons. Now, these people make a good trial for you. Form a battle line and prepare for combat!"

The latter words raised by Song Xiaodong were full of momentum, and the twenty team members instantly felt invigorated.

"Kill!" All twenty shouted in unison, and the shields smashed heavily to the ground, their power surpassing that of the opposing hundred.

The leader from Flying Eagle City was a significant figure of repute, named Lu Tian'ao. He waved his hand, his face showing disdain, and shouted, "Such arrogance, warriors, capture these trespassers! If anyone resists, kill them without mercy."