Berserk God of War

217: Chapter 217: Catching a Turtle in a Jar, Battle with Black Armor 217: Chapter 217: Catching a Turtle in a Jar, Battle with Black Armor Sikong Jing followed the sound and saw Ye Changlian leaning against a man in black armor, her face bearing a sinister smile.

The man in black armor was Sun Gan from the Divine Spaceship!

His gaze then turned to Yang Tianmo, sitting on the dragon throne of the Golden Soul Palace, who was sneering repeatedly.

The dozens of people in the hall also looked at him as if they were looking at a dead man, and a chill surged in Sikong Jing’s heart.

Boom…

Suddenly, a loud banging sound came from behind, the noise of the Golden Soul Palace’s main gate closing with a thunderous impact.

The golden light spread across the gate again!

Only then did Yang Tianmo finally speak, “Sikong Jing, do you know what ‘catching a turtle in a jar’ means?”

Thud thud…

The heavy sound of footsteps rose, and Sun Gan, clad in black armor, stepped forward.

Still embracing Ye Changlian, he sized up Sikong Jing from top to bottom and said, “So you’ve reached the Desolate Realm, not bad, not bad.

I heard you’ve bullied my woman?”

Gradually recovering his composure, Sikong Jing coldly replied, “I remember your name is Sun Gan, and I did more than bully your woman, I also bullied you on the Divine Spaceship.”

His statement swept through the entire Golden Soul Palace.

Sun Gan’s True Qi exploded with fury, his terrifying presence cracking the bodies of Yang Tianmo and others, and then his voice squeezed through his teeth, “How dare you, still deliberately provoking me.”

Looking back at him, Sikong Jing’s face remained expressionless as he responded, “Do you still need to be provoked?”

Though Sikong Jing’s face exhibited absolute calm, his heart was on high alert.

The moment he saw Sun Gan, he knew big trouble had arrived.

Sun Gan had certainly not come to the Golden Soul Palace as a guest.

On the Divine Spaceship, he had defeated Sun Gan who had lowered his realm, causing him to be reprimanded by General Ning, and now with Ye Changlian whispering in his ear and Yang Tianmo’s presence…

Sun Gan had come specifically to kill him.

Now that the gate of the Golden Soul Palace was closed, Sikong Jing had no way to leave; thus, this battle was inevitable.

Therefore, Sikong Jing was deliberately inciting Sun Gan, wanting to gauge the extent of his realm, and as expected, Sun Gan revealed his aura in a burst of anger.

“Although I’m not sure exactly what lies beyond the Transcendent realm, based on the aura that Sun Gan has displayed, there’s not no chance of a fight,” Sikong Jing assessed silently.

Across from him, Ye Changlian was the first to speak, “Sikong Jing, still so stubborn on the verge of death.”

Yet Sikong Jing remained utterly calm, gazing at Sun Gan with a mocking laugh, “I didn’t expect a Lord from the Long Night Empire to fancy a songstress from my Canglong Small Domain, but did you know that I often spend nights in her room?”

At these words, Ye Changlian’s face underwent a drastic change, “Sikong Jing, don’t talk nonsense.”

She panicked; if Sun Gan discarded her because of this, she was doomed.

It was only because Sun Gan had promised to take her to the Long Night Empire that she had dared speak to Yang Tianmo that way.

“Kid, I’m going to tear you apart.”

Sun Gan could no longer hold back, and with a violent shove, he pushed Ye Changlian away.

With a clang, the black sword in his hand was drawn as he strode towards Sikong Jing.

Even though he knew Ye Changlian was but a woman of loose morals, he was a man after all.

Who could endure such provocation from another man?

Sun Gan drew his True Qi to its highest realm, then the Long Night Black Burning Sword ruthlessly slashed out.

The pitch-black sword light shone so dazzlingly within the Golden Soul Palace…

At the same time, Sikong Jing also drew his sword and slashed out.

Boom…

The two streams of sword light collided fiercely, and immediately after, Sikong Jing’s sword light shattered.

In contrast, Sun Gan’s sword light, with Sikong Jing embedded, crashed violently against the golden light-covered gate.

Bang bang bang…

Yang Tianmo and the others stood up, staring fixedly toward the direction of the gate with a mix of shock and joy on their faces.

Now Sikong Jing was surely doomed.

Yang Tianmo was also a martial artist of the Desolate Realm, so he knew all too well how terrifying Sun Gan’s furious sword strike could be.

No one from the Desolate Realm could possibly withstand it.

Yang Tianmo couldn’t help but burst into haughty laughter, “Sikong Jing, you’ve really outsmarted yourself.

You intended to provoke Lord Sun deliberately, but in the face of absolute power, all your clever schemes are useless.”

Manager Nian and the others nodded knowingly.

Provocation was a common tactic among martial artists, especially when the weak faced the strong.

It could cause the stronger party to lose their cool and disrupt their rhythm when striking, but when the gap in strength was too vast, such provocation would only lead the weaker party to a faster and more miserable death, just like Sikong Jing now.

“Too bad you can’t hear what I’m saying anymore.” Yang Tianmo laughed again, convinced Sikong Jing must already be dead.

Turning around, he intended to remount his Dragon Rider…

The next instant, Yang Tianmo felt a chill around him, and someone tugged at his sleeve—it was Manager Nian.

Manager Nian’s face had turned ashen white, and he trembled as he pointed toward the gate.

The previously overjoyed Yang Tianmo was stunned—Manager Nian’s expression seemed to suggest that Sikong Jing wasn’t dead?

Impossible…

He spun around abruptly, and then his pupils violently contracted as he shouted, “Where is he?”

At the gate, the sword light that belonged to Sun Gan had disappeared, and Sikong Jing’s body was nowhere to be seen.

He couldn’t have been melted, could he?

“Beast Skill Cold Snake, ‘Long Night’s Fierce Roar’!”

Just at that moment, Sikong Jing’s voice suddenly echoed in the air.

A figure emerged, twisted with a strange coldness, followed by a slash of black sword light that seemed frozen into frost.

The target was Sun Gan.

His expression shifted slightly as he swung his sword in response to the incoming sword light.

With another explosive sound, the two sword lights collided in midair, sparking off each other, and then Sikong Jing’s figure appeared.

He landed back in the Golden Soul Palace, his hair flying and his True Qi billowing around him.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he stared at Sun Gan and slowly said, “So this is your full strength?

In the Long Night Empire, you must be nothing more than a bottom-tiered foot soldier, right?”

Sikong Jing had fully tested Sun Gan’s strength.

It was stronger than that of the Blue Cold Snake, but only by a single Great Realm at most.

If the Blue Cold Snake was one realm above the Desolate Martial Realm, then Sun Gan was two realms higher, meaning he was two Great Realms above Sikong Jing, just like when Sikong Jing fought Yuwen Guan in Yunzhou.

Therefore, Sikong Jing might not be without a chance after all.

Upon hearing this, Sun Gan’s eyes filled with a dense intent to kill.

Sikong Jing was right—even though he wasn’t exactly a lowly foot soldier of the Long Night Empire, his status was still at the bottom.

What was more important was the fact that two sword strikes hadn’t managed to take down Sikong Jing.

This was not a case of suppressing one’s realm.

Where could he put his face now?

Sun Gan said coldly, “Even if I were a mere foot soldier, I would still be a god to you!”

As he spoke, his dark figure swept toward Sikong Jing.

Boom, boom, boom…

In an instant, the two collided, with the Long Night Black Burning Sword clashing and exploding continuously within the Golden Soul Palace.

Yang Tianmo and the others could only watch as the two figures collided over and over, all of them stunned.

How many sword strikes had that been?

Sun Gan still couldn’t defeat Sikong Jing—how terrifying was he?

Bang!

At that moment, a figure was blasted away and slammed against the walls of the Golden Soul Palace.

Upon closer inspection, Yang Tianmo and Ye Changlian exhaled in relief.

It wasn’t Sun Gan who was knocked away, but Sikong Jing.

Defeated, Sikong Jing had ultimately lost.

Sun Gan’s figure reappeared, and then he touched his face.

There was a long streak of blood, and several more cuts across his body.

Panting, Sun Gan said, “Little Sikong, how should I go about killing you, do you think?”