Berserk God of War

205: Chapter 205: Black Armor Battle Technique 205: Chapter 205: Black Armor Battle Technique “Continue,” General Ning waved his hand listlessly.

After that, Elder Wei, accompanied by several Black-armored Soldiers, landed on the second Divine Spaceship and scanned the crowd indifferently.

“Those who have boarded the Divine Spaceship have proven that your Martial Roots are at least of Third Grade.”

“Normally, those with Third Grade Martial Roots would not qualify to be chosen to leave, but this time we have relaxed the requirements.

As long as your Martial Wisdom is high enough, you may go to the Long Night Empire for cultivation.”

“Martial Wisdom refers to a martial artist’s intelligence, plainly speaking, it is the innate intellectual capacity to comprehend Martial Arts.”

“It is more elusive than Martial Roots, but equally important.”

“The thirty-two Wooden Steles on the ship are for testing Martial Wisdom.

Passing four steles equates to First Grade Martial Wisdom, and so on, with passing all thirty-two indicating Eighth Grade Martial Wisdom.

Anyone attaining Fourth Grade Martial Wisdom may enter the final round of the martial examination.”

“Now, you may begin.”

Having provided a brief introduction, Elder Wei directed everyone’s attention to the first Wooden Stele, which contained profound mysteries.

By passing them, they could advance and reach the location of the second Wooden Stele.

If not, they would be stuck where they were.

Everyone hurriedly looked toward the Wooden Stele, and Sikong Jing was no exception to this action.

Then a marvelous scene unfolded—the once ordinary Wooden Stele began to display a series of illusions.

“It’s Basic Martial Arts, but there is a slight flaw hidden within.

As long as you mend the flaw with your mental strength, you can move forward,” Sikong Jing silently surmised, increasingly amazed by the wonders of the Long Night Empire—it was truly eye-opening.

Without thinking too much, Sikong Jing stepped forward.

It seemed as though there was a faint Barrier to either side of the first Wooden Stele, but after fixing the flaw in Martial Arts, one could pass directly through without any obstacles; naturally, he was the first to pass through.

“Bang!”

Yang Tianmo fiercely crushed the cup in his hand, his complexion ashen to the extreme.

But this was expected; Sikong Jing’s Martial Arts Talent was the strongest throughout the Canglong Domain, as it had always been.

Even if his Martial Roots were nonexistent, his Martial Wisdom was certainly not low.

Elder Wei’s eyes flashed with keen light, and he glanced at General Ning on the first Divine Spaceship as if to say this young man’s Martial Wisdom was indeed extraordinary.

General Ning, still, displayed no emotion.

Meanwhile, Su Yue Immortal, Su Zhenglong, and the others were already excitedly clenching their fists—Martial Wisdom was something with which Sikong Jing would undoubtedly have no issues.

Then, the second one passed through the Wooden Stele.

However, this person was not Yuwen Guan, but a talent from Xia Country, unheralded yet beginning to show promise.

One by one, others followed through, with Yuwen Guan just managing to secure the fifth place.

He gritted his teeth, unable to accept that the three people ahead of him, besides Sikong Jing, were none he recognized; one of them was even a native of a minor country, yet still faster than him.

“Impossible, they’re just lucky.

It’s only the first Wooden Stele,” Yuwen Guan thought frantically, but by that time, Sikong Jing had already reached the third one.

Yuwen Guan clutched his chest, forcing himself to calm down.

As time gradually slipped by, Sikong Jing had no intention of being inconspicuous.

He took the lead decisively, arriving at the fifteenth Wooden Stele and leading by as many as five steles ahead of the second place.

At this point, Yuwen Guan had only reached the ninth Stele.

He felt like he was going to lose his mind.

At this moment, Sikong Jing naturally became the center of attention.

Elder Wei’s eyes gleamed brightly, General Ning’s expression remained impassive and without speech, while Yan Ruyu gritted her teeth in frustration…

But gradually, everyone noticed that Sikong Jing had stopped, no longer advancing with the unstoppable momentum from before.

The others slowly caught up, three steles behind, then two…

until only one stele separated them did Sikong Jing make a move.

He arrived in front of the sixteenth Wooden Stele and stood still.

And his brows were also slightly furrowed.

Su Zhenglong clenched his fists tightly, excited.

With just one more pass, he’d be through to the last round of the martial testing.

Ajing, you absolutely must not fail!

But a problem did arise.

The person behind quickly caught up and even surpassed Sikong Jing, reaching the seventeenth wooden stele.

Sikong Jing actually fell behind!

Yang Tianmo and Yan Ruyu were ecstatic, yet they still watched him intently.

Then Yuwen Guan made it to the sixteenth stele.

He no longer looked as furious as before, instead chuckling,”Sikong Jing, what’s the matter?

Can’t you figure it out?”

“So your martial arts wisdom is nothing special after all.”

Some time later, Yuwen Guan also passed the sixteenth wooden stele and taunted, “You keep struggling; I won’t wait for you.”

He passed through with ease.

It was a pity that on the Divine Spaceship, he definitely couldn’t deal a lethal blow to Sikong Jing, or else Elder Wei wouldn’t agree.

At this moment, Sikong Jing obviously didn’t pay any attention to Yuwen Guan.

Was he really unable to pass the sixteenth stele?

How could that be?

Even if there were 108 types of demonic power fusion methods, he could perfectly blend them all.

The martial arts on the stele truly weren’t anything special to him.

The real reason he hadn’t moved was because…

it was interesting!

Right, the Basic Martial Arts on the stele were very interesting.

It was a combat skill, and not a weak one either.

He had noticed it at the fifteenth stele.

More importantly, this combat skill reminded him of the sword strike of the Black-armored Soldier.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the basic martial arts on the thirty-two wooden steles were what the Black-armored Soldier had been cultivating.

From the simple to the complex, from the easy to the difficult…

to achieve combat skills beyond the Heavenly Grade.

Therefore, Sikong Jing stopped to earnestly comprehend and cultivate.

As for outside opinions, he didn’t care.

This was something surpassing the Heavenly Grade, and it would become his first combat skill beyond the Heavenly Grade.

Why rush for speed when this was far more important?

“General Ning, why did Sikong Jing suddenly stop when he was moving so fast?” As more and more surpassed Sikong Jing, Su Yue Immortal couldn’t sit still and rushed to General Ning’s side to ask.

General Ning’s mouth twitched slightly, and he replied, “Because of experience.”

“He has strong martial arts and combat experience, so he passed quickly at first.

But later on, experience isn’t enough.

The steles become harder and harder, and martial wisdom will be fully tested.”

At this point, General Ning chuckled softly, another excellent negative example.

Yan Ruyu followed up, “Does that mean he relied solely on experience at first, and later he couldn’t make it because his martial wisdom talent wasn’t enough?”

“Yes, he’s been stuck at the sixteenth wooden stele for so long, he’s just reached Third Grade Upper Martial Wisdom and can go no further,” General Ning declared firmly and decisively.

Su Zhenglong and the others turned pale.

Was this the end for Ajing?

Just one step away!

Yan Ruyu smiled again, saying dismissively, “So Sikong Jing’s martial wisdom is that weak.

Indeed, being young is not always an advantage.”

No sooner had she spoken than Sikong Jing suddenly moved his feet and then stepped across from the sixteenth wooden stele…

“Eh?”

At that instant, everyone instinctively looked toward General Ning.

Hadn’t you said he couldn’t pass the sixteenth stele?

How come he just did, reaching fourth-grade Martial Wisdom?

General Ning’s expression froze as she stared at Sikong Jing intently.

Even though she considered Sikong Jing as nothing but an ant, she was filled with annoyance at this moment.

In the first round, she’d said he couldn’t move at all, and yet he had reached the second round.

In the second round, she said he couldn’t advance any further, yet immediately, he progressed.

General Ning wondered if Sikong Jing was doing it deliberately, if perhaps he had heard what she had just said?