Berserk God of War
Chapter 238 - 238 238 Sikong Jing Unbeatable in the Arena

238: Chapter 238 Sikong Jing, Unbeatable in the Arena 238: Chapter 238 Sikong Jing, Unbeatable in the Arena “Nonsense!”

Confronting Ning Jingjing was a heavy rebuke from Yan Shun, “The Dantian has been destroyed once and can still be recovered, but even if it’s restored to a Fourth Grade Martial Root, it’s still trash.

Tell me, what value does he have?”

Elixirs and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures might forcibly restore it, but they will never compare to the original.

This is the consensus among Martial Artists.

Take Yuwen Guan, for example.

In fact, he’s not as good as before he fused with Sikong Jing’s Dantian.

It’s like incurring a permanent deficiency that can never be remedied.

Ning Jingjing faced Yan Shun’s gaze, “Commander Yan also saw Sikong Jing’s Martial Arts Will.

Why does it have no value?”

“The Martial Arts Will is very strong, but if will alone were so useful, then why even cultivate?”

Yan Shun rebutted from on high.

Will is too elusive and ethereal, and a completely ordinary person with no understanding of Martial Arts could also have a strong will, like those defiant Civil Servants who would rather die than yield.

The Black Burning Army indeed demands willpower, but the prerequisite is still martial force.

Ning Jingjing bit her lip and responded with emphasis, “Then, isn’t his Tenth-grade Full Martial Wisdom valuable enough?”

The moment her words fell, a surprise that could not be hidden froze Yan Shun’s expression.

But that moment was fleeting, and he still shook his head in reply, “Still not enough.

Without a Martial Root, the value of martial arts wisdom cannot be realized.”

“As long as he recovers to a Fourth Grade Martial Root, he will be able to utilize the value of his martial arts wisdom,” Ning Jingjing argued with reason.

Without a Martial Root, Sikong Jing would be forever stuck in the Desolate Realm, unable to make any progress.

But as soon as he recovers to the Fourth Grade Martial Root, he will certainly be able to reach the Innate Realm.

At that time, he would definitely qualify to stay in the Black Burning Army.

“It is indeed enough…”

“But, when you have restored him to a Fourth Grade Martial Root, then come and talk to me.”

Yan Shun stated firmly, “The most important thing is that we can’t make exceptions.

If people find out that the Black Burning Army has allowed someone with a Spirit Martial Root to join, what would others think of us later?”

After speaking, Yan Shun turned and walked away, not willing to give Ning Jingjing another chance to argue.

“Commander Yan,” Ning Jingjing shouted unwillingly, “Sikong Jing is invincible under all of the Innate Realm.

Isn’t that enough?”

Yan Shun paused his steps and turned back coldly, “Ning Jingjing, why do I suddenly feel that after your trip to the Canglong Small Domain, you’ve become quite capable of making bold claims?

To say invincible under all of the Innate Realm, you’ve got quite the nerve to speak those words.”

Pausing, Yan Shun added, “You’ve disappointed me.”

Watching Yan Shun preparing to leave again, Ning Jingjing still couldn’t help but persist, “If you don’t believe it, then let Lan Zhuanghe choose someone to fight.”

“I don’t have time for your nonsense…

Moreover, even if he were truly invincible, it still wouldn’t do.”

Leaving such words behind, Yan Shun vanished from the sight of Ning Jingjing and the crowd.

Everyone on Canglong Domain’s side clenched their fists tightly, finding the situation utterly heartless.

Sikong Jing’s strength was witnessed by all.

“Ha ha, General Ning, you just realized how cute and lovely you look when you’re angry and unwilling,” Lan Zhuanghe’s voice rose again, his malevolent gaze flickering, his mouth full of mockery.

Ning Jingjing stared at him hard and snorted coldly, “Let’s go…”

Feeling utterly miserable, she was in no mood to argue with Lan Zhuanghe and could only leave.

“Slow down…”

Suddenly, Lan Zhuanghe flashed in front of Ning Jingjing and said, “What you just said really irritated me, and it’s got everyone from Eagle Small Domain feeling the same.

We all want to see this Spirit Martial Root trash and how exactly he’s supposedly invincible.”

*Rustle rustle…*

Following Lan Zhuanghe’s words, people from the Eagle Domain surged forward, completely blocking the way for Ning Jingjing and Sikong Jing.

Just then, a young man with an awakened bloodline stepped forward and pointed at Sikong Jing, “Spirit Martial Root, fight me.

I want to turn your so-called invincibility into a joke.”

Since being pointed out as a Spirit Martial Root by Yan Ruyu, Sikong Jing hadn’t spoken, because there was no need to.

If Ning Jingjing couldn’t handle it, his involvement would be useless.

But now, Sikong Jing wiped the long spear in his hands and asked, “If we’re to fight, shouldn’t there be a stake?”

Upon hearing this, the man from the Eagle Domain responded in a careless tone, “Sure thing, my sword is an Upper Stage Desolate treasure, what can you offer as a wager?

Bring it out.”

Clang!

The long spear in Sikong Jing’s hand hit the ground as he spoke again, “My spear is also an Upper Stage Desolate treasure.”

The spear in his hand was exactly what he had obtained from Wang Xiang and Wang Wei.

Since both women’s swords had to be taken away for refurbishment and modification, Sikong Jing just happened to be in need of a good sword now.

Sikong Jing certainly wouldn’t be polite with someone offering him a sword.

“I never would have guessed that the insignificant Canglong Domain would have an Upper Stage Desolate weapon; must have been a gift from General Ning, right?” sneered the man from the Eagle Domain, turning his gaze to Lan Zhuanghe, “General Lan, please allow me to knock him down.”

“Go ahead, just remember to strike hard,” Lan Zhuanghe saw no reason to refuse.

His eyes coldly fixed on Sikong Jing, the boy who had just insulted him and left his face swollen.

How could he let this slide without a harsh lesson?

If it wasn’t for Ning Jingjing, Sikong Jing would already be dead.

The man from the Eagle Domain chuckled sinisterly, indicating that he would surely strike hard, and then proceeded with his sword in hand.

Sikong Jing stared at him and said, “Make your move.”

“You, a Spirit Martial Root, asking me to strike first?

Do you really think you’re invincible?”

The man from the Eagle Domain snorted disdainfully; young and proud as they were, neither would believe Ning Jingjing’s words.

Moreover, the labels of a Spirit Martial Root and the Canglong Small Domain, both representative of trash, made it even less likely for Sikong Jing to be unbeatable.

In contrast, the man from the Eagle Domain was confident with his awakened Martial Arts Bloodline.

“I’m only afraid that if I strike first, you won’t even have time to draw your sword, which wouldn’t be fair for a newcomer like you,” Sikong Jing’s voice was indifferent yet exuded peak arrogance.

The man from the Eagle Domain was provoked into laughter, growling lowly, “In a bit, I’m going to make you kneel and call me ‘daddy’.”

With that said, he thrust his sword, an entity at the Peak of the Desolate Martial Realm.

Confronting the sword, Sikong Jing sneered, “That won’t do, otherwise General Lan would have to call you ‘grandpa’.”

No sooner had these words left his mouth than Lan Zhuanghe was nearly exploding with rage.

However, the next instant Sikong Jing had already made his move, his Gun Light piercing his opponent’s body and erupting with a loud boom.

“Wow…”

The previously imposing man from the Eagle Domain screamed miserably, crashing to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.

The lively shouts from behind Lan Zhuanghe abruptly quieted down, everyone staring dumbfounded at Sikong Jing.

Just one move, he had only used a single move!

Yet to Ning Jingjing, there was no surprise; Sikong Jing had killed Sun Gan of the Innate Martial Scripture Realm with a single move, so this was normal.

At that moment, footsteps sounded.

Sikong Jing walked over to the fallen man from the Eagle Domain, lightly inhaled, and drew the man’s sword into his hand, saying with a smile, “Thanks, your sword is mine now.”

“You, you…

Wow!”

Seeing his beloved sword taken, the man from the Eagle Domain spurted out another mouthful of blood from heartache and promptly fainted.

Instead of returning to Ning Jingjing’s side, Sikong Jing casually swept his gaze over everyone present and asked, “Is there anyone else who wants to give me a weapon or treasure, come forth and fight.”

Suddenly, an eerie silence fell behind Lan Zhuanghe, no one daring to challenge.

They had forty individuals with awakened Martial Arts Bloodlines, and the one who had just been defeated in a single move was among their most elite.

Who else would dare to fight?

Their gazes eventually settled on the last awakened individual.

That is, the person with a Martial Arts Bloodline even more formidable than Su Yue Immortal.