Berserk God of War

60: Chapter 060: Tearing the Leopard with Both Hands, Who is the True Leopard?

60: Chapter 060: Tearing the Leopard with Both Hands, Who is the True Leopard?

With her mouth agape, Luo Ning was thrown into a state of panic.

It was clear that Qian Yubao was not detouring, but rather was headed straight for them.

She hastily said, “Cousin, quickly form the array, get ready to face the battle.”

However, it was eerily quiet behind her, prompting her to subconsciously look back.

She saw Xiao Wu and the others had, just like before in the other courtyard, retreated a good distance away.

And Xiao Wu was nervously calling out, “Cousin, come over here quickly.”

“What are you doing?

Do you intend to leave Young Master Sikong to face Qian Yubao alone?” Luo Ning shouted, eyes wide with disbelief.

Even though she knew Sikong Jing was formidable, she did not believe he could win in a one-on-one confrontation with Qian Yubao.

At this moment, Sikong Jing was still standing at the very front of them.

“Cousin, it’s not what I said, it’s Young Master Sikong himself who said it,” Xiao Wu replied.

“Didn’t you remember?

He said that once he enters Qian Yubao’s territory, he would act alone and was afraid that we would become a burden to him.”

Xiao Wu’s expression was exaggerated, and the people from the Luoshui Jade Line behind him nodded vigorously, as if to say that was exactly the case.

And of course, Luo Ning remembered now, this was indeed something Sikong Jing had said.

“Not good, Qian Yubao is about to attack, we absolutely cannot disturb Young Master Sikong.”

Suddenly, Xiao Wu’s face drastically changed, and he rushed forward, forcibly pulling Luo Ning back with him, then with a wave of his hand, nearly a hundred experts from the Luoshui Jade Line surrounded Luo Ning.

While Luo Ning was both shocked and furious, Xiao Wu shouted loudly, “Young Master Sikong, Qian Yubao is all yours, you must win.”

As he finished speaking, a cold gleam flashed in Xiao Wu’s eyes.

Let him show off, let him be arrogant, let him curry favor with my cousin.

Let him be the reason I suffered an unwarranted slap from my cousin.

I want to see him get swallowed by Qian Yubao, and let Luo Ning witness with her own eyes that he’s nothing but a weakling!

Xiao Wu had pondered long and hard on the journey, still unable to fathom why Luo Ning valued someone of merely the Bright Realm Ninth Layer so highly, perhaps because she had developed a fondness for him after he saved her once.

Anyway, this time he’s definitely doomed!

After seeing Sikong Jing’s realm, Xiao Wu shared the same thoughts as Lei Dong regarding Sikong Jing’s rescue of Luo Ning from the Fierce Beast Bandits; they both suspected it must have involved Sikong Jing hiding Luo Ning away.

“You bastards!”

Luo Ning was nearly driven mad with anger, but no matter what, Xiao Wu and the others would not let her pass, and she could only watch helplessly as Qian Yubao closed in on Sikong Jing.

And just then, Sikong Jing, who had not spoken a word all this way, suddenly looked up and asked, “Do you wish to eat me?”

This question, of course, was directed at Qian Yubao.

“Woowoo…” Qian Yubao made a woowoo sound, as if replying to something.

And Sikong Jing’s lips lightly curled up, “You also want to drink my blood?

Have you thought about whether you can digest it or not?”

Though he did not understand the language of beasts, in that instant, he was able to comprehend Qian Yubao’s intent, an ability he did not possess before.

Sikong Jing knew it was because he had become the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Small demons and beasts could only submit to him, but Qian Yubao, being of a Great Realm higher than himself, was filled with fierce ambition and desire.

It had already sensed the extraordinary nature of his blood.

It was never going to detour; it had come for him.

And he was like a newborn of the Fierce Beast Divine Beast, a lower-ranked demon beast that would never let go of an opportunity if it arose.

“But I can understand you, fortune favors the bold, after all, drinking my blood would allow for your evolution.”

“Then come on!”

In the darkness, Sikong Jing’s voice sounded exceptionally clear and bright.

Yet, it only caused Luo Ning, tense and anxious, to be utterly bewildered.

How could he be in the mood to converse with Qian Yubao, and talk as if it was all real?

“Roar!”

At that moment, Qian Yubao made its move, like a black shadow lightning-fast lunging towards Sikong Jing.

The terrifying speed made Luo Ning and the others’ eyes widen; they couldn’t see clearly.

“Cousin, we must go, staying here will get many people killed,”

Xiao Wu was scared, Qian Yubao was more terrifying than they imagined, and even he didn’t dare to watch Sikong Jing’s plight any longer.

However, in the next second, everyone was stunned.

Sikong Jing also made his move, still emanating the aura of the Bright Mirror Ninth Layer.

His speed wasn’t fast, but in that moment, he dodged Qian Yubao’s attack.

Qian Yubao pounced on empty air, unable to stop its momentum and almost reaching Luo Ning and the others.

Suddenly, they were all frightened and fell to the ground.

But Qian Yubao paid them no mind; its eyes were only on Sikong Jing, the youngling of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, craving to devour him and evolve.

Turning around, it presented its rear and tail in front of Luo Ning and the others, howling as it pounced toward Sikong Jing again.

At that moment, Sikong Jing’s eyes held a trace of seriousness, the gap in their realms was a bit too wide.

“Old Zhang, should we intervene?”

Two soldiers were hiding in a tree, one of them asked.

Old Zhang spoke dismally, “If he dies, he dies.

General Chou Ye didn’t say that we have to save his life, and besides, this criminal is truly foolish, facing Qian Yubao alone is simply…

huh?”

He suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes wide with disbelief.

They saw Sikong Jing collide with Qian Yubao, and it was not Sikong Jing that was sent flying, but Qian Yubao.

“What a joke, Bright Realm Ninth Layer kicking the Dark Realm Peak flying, and it’s the speedy Qian Yubao at that?”

The first soldier who spoke opened his mouth wide, unable to believe.

The next instant brought something even more incredible; they saw Sikong Jing suddenly lower his body, striking an extremely peculiar pose, and this pose looked somewhat familiar.

“How come it looks like he’s also turned into a Qian Yubao?” Old Zhang blurted out without thinking.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Sikong Jing spoke, “Qian Yubao, I have seen clearly how the demonic power operates inside you, and it seems I can learn it too.

I want to give it a try.”

No sooner had his voice fallen than Sikong Jing lunged forward, seemingly transforming into a second Qian Yubao.

“Roar!”

The genuine roar of Qian Yubao resounded, filled with intense anger, as it too pounced forward.

The violent battle commenced, and soon the whole crowd was so astonished they almost dropped their jaws.

Under the faint moonlight, they seemed to see two Qian Yubaos fighting fiercely, one with the Dark Realm Peak’s demonic power, the other…

a mere Bright Realm Ninth Layer.

However, the Bright Realm Ninth Layer carried an inexplicably eerie feeling, its speed, although slightly slower, was more fluid and graceful.

“Old Zhang, who exactly is the Qian Yubao?” the first soldier asked.

“Ah Hu, I don’t know,” Old Zhang responded with a dazed face.

Meanwhile, Luo Ning’s eyes were wide; she couldn’t see clearly anymore.

The speed between the two was too fast.

Xiao Wu and the others were dumbfounded; they too could not see clearly.

However, the aura of the Bright Realm Ninth Layer was unmistakably real.

Nobody knew that at this time, Sikong Jing was feeling great.

From the first contact with Qian Yubao, he seemed to have engraved the beast’s method of circulating demonic power into his mind.

Afterward, the “Emperor Beheading Technique” within him changed.

It could now operate in accordance with the opponent’s method, becoming even stronger and more ferocious, as if he had learned all of Qian Yubao’s fighting techniques, seemingly forming a special Martial Skill.

The more he fought, the stronger he became, as if he had evolved into the ultimate version of Qian Yubao.

“Qian Yubao, although I am just a whelp, a young tiger is still a tiger…”

“The blood in my body is incomparable to yours, so you are dead,”

Sikong Jing’s cold voice rang out in the night, his hands transformed into claws clamping onto Qian Yubao’s paws, tearing them apart forcefully.