Berserk God of War
Chapter 891: One Person Bears It, Still Invincible

Chapter 891: Chapter 891: One Person Bears It, Still Invincible

"What are you standing there for? Get him for me."

In the next moment, Yang Hua finally finished adjusting her breath, charging out on her Martial Battle Realm mount, and fiercely stabbed at Sikong Jing with her sword.

The terrifying True Qi and demonic power made the entire North Courtyard hum loudly.

At the same time, the formation restrictions set around the North Courtyard also emitted a trembling sound.

Yang Hua also merged her sword with the demonic power of her mount, making the strike appear like a blooming demonic flower covering the sky, extremely bizarre.

In response, Sikong Jing swung his stick in counterattack, but... Boom!

He couldn’t withstand the power of this sword and was blasted back with the Iron Bone Flying Vulture, almost crashing into the restrictions of the courtyard.

This scene made Gongyang Ying cover her mouth, incredibly tense.

"Arrogant Dead Man Clan."

A mocking voice came from within Gongyang Ying’s clothes, obviously eager to see Sikong Jing killed.

Hua Lidian gritted his teeth and said, "Elder Mo, Elder Lang, I’m afraid you’ll have to step in."

The two of them slightly trembled, and their expressions kept changing.

Eventually, Lang Zhengzhi gritted his teeth and said, "None of you need to act, I will do it. I am almost bonded with Brother Sikong; let me handle it."

The elders exchanged glances and nodded gently; they truly dared not offend the Lihua Team.

Even with Hua Lidian’s daughter, they still didn’t dare.

Previously, during the quota battle, Lang Zhengzhi continuously spoke out on behalf of Sikong Jing, mocking Ju Dan and others, and now he was labeled by all sides as Sikong Jing’s greatest supporter, placed on Ju Dan’s must-kill list.

Thus, he had fewer concerns compared to Elder Mo and others, he just did it!

"Uncle Lang, no need to act, I can handle this battle alone."

Just as Lang Zhengzhi was preparing to make a move, Sikong Jing’s clear voice resonated from the air, and he continued, "Do not worry about me, it was just that my combat skills were slightly weak earlier."

"Next, I will use... Spiritual Grade Combat Skills."

With that, Sikong Jing tossed the staff from his hand, and a long spear fell into his grip.

"The Beast Skill of Iron Winged Divine Vulture, let’s call it Iron Wing Sky Flying Spear."

Sikong Jing spoke softly to the long spear in his hand, assuming the starting stance of the Iron Bone Flying Scepter.

But now, it was with a spear!

He had slightly understood part of the meridians belonging to the Iron Winged Divine Vulture in that moment.

Because the Iron Bone Flying Vulture was evolving, with True Qi and demonic power merging, the part of Sikong Jing’s meridian belonging to the Iron Bone Flying Vulture was synchronously evolving, he initially contacted the meridians of the Iron Winged Divine Vulture.

The Iron Bone Flying Scepter also instantly transformed, becoming the Iron Wing Sky Flying Spear...

In just a moment, the relatively simple Iron Wing Sky Flying Spear had reached the lower spirit grade level because during this period he had integrated with the middle-level spirit grade spear obtained from the treasury...

Earlier, he was knocked away, not because Yang Hua and her Martial Battle Realm mount were exceptionally powerful.

It was just that the opponent’s combat skills were of high spirit grade.

At this time, Yang Hua charged again with overwhelming fury.

Sikong Jing squinted his eyes, holding the spear with one arm, his entire body of True Qi surging as if turning into an even more terrifying Iron Winged Divine Vulture atop the Iron Bone Flying Vulture, he pointed the spear at the oncoming Yang Hua: "Kill!"

Whoosh...

The Iron Bone Flying Vulture’s entire body shivered with True Qi, kicking up a whirlwind facing the Martial Battle Realm mount opposite.

Sikong Jing thrust out the long spear, the spear tip carrying the momentum of flying into the sky, like the long cry of an Iron Winged Divine Vulture... though the current Iron Wing Sky Flying Spear was relatively simple and direct, it was already enough.

Boom, boom, boom...

One man and one mount fiercely battled Yang Hua. At first, Sikong Jing was suppressed.

But as he became more familiar with and continuously evolved the Iron Wing Sky Flying Spear, he gradually became evenly matched with Yang Hua.

The terrifying demonic power and True Qi fell upon the North Courtyard continuously; Elder Mo and others had to rise and protect it, otherwise, the North Courtyard would be razed to the ground.

At this point, Elder Ge spoke dumbfoundedly: "Sikong Jing, he’s not losing ground."

The other Northern Land deacons also gaped, full of disbelief, knowing that compared to Yang Hua, Sikong Jing was an entire great realm below, the Iron Bone Flying Vulture and Yang Hua’s Martial Battle Realm mount also differed by a small realm.

One side was Reverse Soul Fifth Realm Peak, and the other was Martial Battle First Realm...

But with Sikong Jing’s spear skills becoming increasingly sharp, he was completely not losing ground anymore.

"Not only so, Brother Sikong is still improving."

After watching for a while, Lang Zhengzhi said, his mouth dry and tongue tied.

All five elders were practitioners of the Martial Battle Realm, and they could certainly see that Sikong Jing’s aura and presence were growing stronger.

Hua Lidian also clenched his fists tightly: "Brother Sikong, unrivaled in mounted battle."

Everyone shuddered at this, it was a legend spreading in the East Plain Northern Land; here, could Sikong Jing really be unrivaled in mounted battle?

Just then, Gongyang Ying’s clear voice rang out: "Yang Hua, did you rise to vice-captain of this team through connections? Can’t you even defeat someone who hasn’t truly joined the team yet?"

Nearly desperate and humiliated earlier, Gongyang Ying’s anger was not quelled, and now she deliberately sought to provoke Yang Hua.

She wanted to make Sikong Jing’s process smoother...

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Yang Hua’s whole body trembled fiercely, enduring an immense sense of grievance, and now facing such humiliation.

She couldn’t stand it!

Yang Hua’s position as vice-captain was indeed obtained through connections, because the captain of the Lihua Team, Yang Li, was her sister.

Gongyang Ying’s words mercilessly exposed her weakness, making her seethe with rage.

"Little b****... Ah!"

Due to lack of focus, driven by anger to threaten and curse Gongyang Ying, Yang Hua was suddenly struck by a giant light from Sikong Jing’s spear, screaming as she was sent flying.

Fortunately, her mount quickly flew to catch her, or she might have hit the ground, or if not caught in time, be pierced through by Sikong Jing.

This scene greatly thrilled all the Northern land spectators present.

"Vice-captain Yang Hua..."

The surrounding Lihua Team members, who had not intervened, shouted in unison, rushing towards Sikong Jing without hesitation.

On the other hand, Sikong Jing remained calm and unruffled, the light on his spear flashing: "Iron Bone, before you break through to the Martial Battle Realm, let’s take out these Lihua Team members... After all, you are now considered half a Fierce Beast, do not sully the name of the Fierce Beast."

With that, Sikong Jing met the oncoming Lihua Team members, his spear sweeping out continuously.

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound of True Qi bombardments continually erupted!

Screams and the mournful whimpers of demon beast mounts echoed with Sikong Jing’s attack, tearing through the sky. One by one, mounts were blasted to the ground, causing the North Courtyard to tremble incessantly, leaving countless people incredulous.

Sikong Jing seemed to stroll leisurely among dozens of team members, easily weaving through, knocking down people like smashing rats.

In just thirty breaths, all Lihua Team members were forced to the ground, and in a blink, only Sikong Jing and his mount remained in the air, facing Yang Hua and her mount.

Fuming with anger, Yang Hua glared at Sikong Jing, clutching her longsword and furiously shouting, "Good, good, you have some skill."

Below, Elder Mo and others smiled bitterly, secretly thinking, this isn’t just some skill that Sikong Jing has?

This skill is enough to stand proudly among ordinary team members.

Sikong Jing smiled freely, pointing his spear at Yang Hua, "Should I knock you down, or will you come down yourself?"