Berserk God of War
Chapter 243 - 243 243 Long Night Saint Dragon Palace Drunk Dragon Tan Yue

243: Chapter 243 Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, Drunk Dragon Tan Yue 243: Chapter 243 Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, Drunk Dragon Tan Yue “I’ve changed my mind,” Gu Wei roared furiously, “Not only will I break your legs, but I will also break your arms.”

It was too humiliating; all the new students were watching him.

He had to establish his authority.

After speaking, with a ringing of sword light, he slashed toward Sikong Jing, his sword light soaring to the sky.

On the other hand, Sikong Jing’s face remained without any fluctuation, as he threw another punch.

He blasted directly into the oncoming sword light, smashing it into pieces, then he closed in on Gu Wei.

Boom boom boom boom…

With a High-level Hong-grade Black Vortex Fist, he relentlessly punched one after another without giving Gu Wei a chance to catch his breath.

In everyone’s eyes, Sikong Jing seemed not human, but more like a terrifying human-shaped demon beast.

Meanwhile, Elder Wei was stunned; he turned to the first stone statue involuntarily and said, “Isn’t this the Black Swirl Ape’s fist skill?

Did he comprehend it in just three breaths?”

At the same time, the instructor named Master Wang also widened his eyes and bellowed, “Black, Vortex, Battle, Fist!”

After speaking, he too involuntarily glanced at the first stone statue.

Bang…

Before Master Wang could recover from his shock, a loud explosion erupted on the ground, and a figure heavily smashed into the ground, stirring up dust—it was none other than Gu Wei, who was holding a sword.

Sikong Jing also landed, looking down at Gu Wei and said, “If this weren’t the Long Night Star Palace, you would be dead by now.”

“I, I…

will kill you!”

Gu Wei was going mad; he had been knocked to the ground by a piece of rubbish with a Spirit Martial Root.

Moreover, this piece of rubbish was only in the Desolate Realm, and he had been defeated by him despite being two Great Realms higher.

If this got out, how would he continue to mix in the Long Night Star Palace?

Just as his killing intent surged uncontrollably, he discovered he couldn’t move at all; he was completely unable to stand up.

Every bone in his body was in extreme pain, naturally because of the ‘rubbish’ opposite him.

Sikong Jing, however, paid no attention to him but looked toward Master Wang and asked, “It’s true that I have a Spirit Martial Root, but do I qualify for the upcoming Martial Combat Test?”

Master Wang was momentarily taken aback, looking deeply at Sikong Jing and said, “Wait a moment, I will report this.”

After saying this, Master Wang disappeared on the spot, heading deep into the Academy.

Besides Gu Wei’s infuriated voice, the others were extremely quiet, each one looking at Sikong Jing with immense fear, wondering if it was really possible for someone with a Spirit Martial Root to knock down an old student by transcending two Great Realms.

The two men from the Eagle Domain were also unable to utter any mockery; their minds were filled with Ning Jingjing’s and Yan Ruyu’s words…

Sikong Jing is invincible below the Innate Realm, Sikong Jing has slain a Black-armored Soldier of the Innate Martial Scripture Realm!

Sikong Jing waited in silence as well, with Su Yuexi and Elder Wei quietly accompanying him.

About a quarter of an hour later, Master Wang returned.

With him was a white-haired elder, but his face had few wrinkles, and he was dressed in a robe filled with starlight, exuding a distinguished aura.

As soon as he landed, the old students and Gu Wei exclaimed, “Vice Dean Bai.”

At the same time, Elder Wei explained to Sikong Jing, “This is Vice Dean Bai Changkong of the Xingluo Palace Martial Arts Institute.”

The elder Bai Changkong nodded slightly to the crowd, and then, under Master Wang’s guidance, his gaze fixed on Sikong Jing.

After observing for a moment, he said, “Your Dantian has been damaged before, resulting in a Martial Root of zero…”

He immediately deduced Sikong Jing’s condition and then coldly asked, “Black Vortex Battle Fist, where did you learn it from?”

After speaking, his sharp gaze was fixed on Sikong Jing.

Sikong Jing pointed to the first stone statue…

But before he could speak, Bai Changkong thundered, “Stop using the statue as an excuse.

There’s no way you could’ve comprehended the Black Vortex Battle Fist from it.

Tell me, where did you learn it?”

He outright denied Sikong Jing…

Sikong Jing’s brows furrowed, but he still replied, “I learned it from observing the Black Swirl Ape.

The statue helped me complete it all, but I don’t call it the Black Vortex Battle Fist; I call it the Beast Skill Black Vortex Fist.”

“Im, pos, sible!”

The weighty three words echoed as Bai Changkong abruptly stretched out his hand toward Sikong Jing.

“If you don’t tell the truth, do you believe I will smash you into pieces right now?

The Black Vortex Battle Fist is a secret technique of my Long Night Star Palace.

If you don’t explain yourself, killing you will be the end of it, and no one can save you.”

A terrifying pressure slammed towards Sikong Jing, causing both Su Yuexi and Elder Wei’s faces to drastically change.

However, in a flash, Elder Wei fiercely stood out and said in a low voice, “Sikong Jing is Tenth-grade Full Martial Wisdom.

It’s possible he understood the fist skill from the Black Swirl Ape and then gained inspiration from the statue.

Why is it not possible?”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Tenth-grade Full Martial Wisdom was not a trivial matter.

Yet, Bai Changkong still sneered, “I say it’s impossible, and that means it’s impossible…”

“Let’s not even get into whether he has Tenth-grade Full Martial Wisdom.

Even if he does, with his Desolate Realm, it’s impossible for him to comprehend a High-level Hong-grade Martial Arts technique.”

“So, speak the truth or die!”

Su Yuexi’s face turned pale with anxiety.

Why wouldn’t he believe Brother Jing?

Sikong Jing’s brows tightened.

He hadn’t expected this Vice Dean to be so overbearing, simply assuming that he was not up to par.

Suddenly, a drunken voice rang out, “What’s so impossible?

I’ve seen this young man’s Beast Skill Black Vortex Fist just now, and it’s not at all the same as your Xingluo Palace’s Black Vortex Battle Fist.”

When this voice fell, Bai Changkong turned towards its source, his pupils contracting.

“Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, Drunk Dragon Tan Yue.”

The crowd also followed his gaze to see a scruffy-bearded middle-aged man leaning against a statue, with no one knowing when he had appeared there.

But why would a strong figure from the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace be here?

“Just passing by, standing up against unfairness, that’s all.”

The middle-aged man, Tan Yue, chuckled, belched from his drink, and then said to Sikong Jing, “Young friend, are you interested in coming to my Holy Dragon Palace?

We accept even those with Spirit Martial Root, as long as you can fight.”

Everyone was stunned.

The Holy Dragon Palace was actually poaching right in front of Vice Dean Bai Changkong’s face.

Sikong Jing furrowed his brows again, “I appreciate your willingness to stand up for me, senior, but I’m sorry, my first choice is still the Long Night Star Palace.”

Only the Long Night Star Palace had the Alchemy Institute that could heal Su Yuexi’s meridians and Dantian.

Therefore, Sikong Jing politely declined Tan Yue’s invitation.

“Afraid the Long Night Star Palace won’t accept you, huh?”

“Even if they were willing to take you, do you think someone like Bai Changkong, who’s nothing but a pretense of virtue and decency, would treat you well?”

Tan Yue squinted his eyes, showing no regard for Bai Changkong.

Sikong Jing still shook his head, “I have to try, and I don’t believe the entire Long Night Star Palace is full of such trash, right?”

Their conversation, as if no one else was present, caused Bai Changkong’s face to suddenly flush red.

But Tan Yue was strong, very strong, and he was no match for him.

“Haha, the Long Night Star Palace is indeed filled with such trash.”

Upon hearing this, Tan Yue couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter, clearly enjoying Sikong Jing’s comment.

His laughter boomed as his terrifying aura directly bombarded Bai Changkong, causing the latter to go pale and stagger back repeatedly.

The next instant, a cold voice came from afar, “Drunk Dragon Tan Yue, who gave you the right to cause a ruckus in my Xingluo Palace?”

Suddenly, a figure in a green robe appeared, and another elder materialized.