Berserk God of War

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Terrifying Demon Skill, Black Refining Dark Hook Claw

”What are you staring at, Young Master Qian told you to scram, are you deaf?”

The woman named Feng Yun pointed at Sikong Jing’s nose and said, ”You’re just trash from Drunk Dragon Mountain, you don’t belong here.”

Sikong Jing stared at them and calmly asked, ”Because I am from Drunk Dragon Mountain, I must give way to you?”

A corner of Feng Yun’s mouth twitched upward, and she scoffed, ”Of course, Drunk Dragon Mountain is full of trash, not even one has entered the Inner Palace, so shouldn’t a mere ordinary student like you give way to Young Master Qian?”

Sikong Jing then realized that Drunk Dragon Mountain had no Inner Palace Students, and that in their eyes, Drunk Dragon Mountain was lousy.

Flashes of Tan Yue crossed his mind, he must be quite formidable to dare stir trouble in Xingluo Palace.

However, Sikong Jing quickly shook his head, dismissing those thoughts, and simply replied with one word: ”Scram!”

As soon as he uttered the word, Qian Jingfu’s folded fan snapped shut, his expression turning completely cold.

At the same time, True Qi burst forth from two men behind him, clearly at the Martial Soul Realm.

Feng Yun then angrily said, ”Have you forgotten your place? You are just a lousy student from Drunk Dragon Mountain.”

”Feng Yun, stop wasting words with him, let me teach this brat a lesson right now.”

A man suddenly attacked, pressing his True Qi towards Sikong Jing and coldly said, ”Kid, you must be a new student, right? Remember, students from Drunk Dragon Mountain should learn to be humble at Long Night Saint Dragon Palace.”

As soon as the words fell, the man reached out a hand towards Sikong Jing, with the aura of the Martial Soul Realm fully displayed.

A glint of cold light flashed in Sikong Jing’s eyes, and then he threw a punch...

Roar!

The punching force, like a dragon’s roar, tore towards the man.

It was the Golden Dragon Fist he had created on the Golden Dragon Mountain Path, a punch that drew upon the vein of the dragon itself.

With no fancy techniques, just a brutal, terrifying punch.

In an instant, the punching force reached the man...

Boom!

The man’s True Qi was instantly scattered, and the force continued unabated, striking his abdomen.

The man’s eyes bulged, and then with a ”thud thud thud”, he smashed backward, eventually hitting a pillar hard and falling to the ground, unable to get up.

Sikong Jing looked at his fist, the Golden Dragon Fist indeed could kill a Martial Soul Realm practitioner with one punch, if the man had not been a student of the Holy Dragon Palace but a usual Martial Soul Realm guard, he would have exploded and died.

Looking up, Sikong Jing said to the three before him, ”I’m not used to being humble, I prefer to let my fists do the talking.”

Feng Yun and the second man’s eyes widened, then the man hurried to check on the one who had been struck flying, while Feng Yun trembled, pointing at Sikong Jing, unable to speak.

Qian Jingfu’s face turned extremely ugly, and he slowly said, ”Even a dog has an owner. Do you dare to strike my men?”

”If you keep spewing nonsense, I won’t hesitate to strike the master too.” Sikong Jing shrugged.

Suddenly, Qian Jingfu couldn’t help but laugh, his eyes slightly downcast as he said, ”Drunk Dragon Mountain is indeed terrible, and you seem not to know the difference between Inner Palace students and ordinary students, let me teach you now.”

As the words fell, Qian Jingfu’s power surged, pressing towards Sikong Jing.

In that instant, Sikong Jing’s gaze slightly hardened.

This aura was clearly still of the Martial Soul Realm, but compared to the man’s from earlier, it was considerably stronger.

”As an Inner Palace student, it’s no problem for me to take down ten of the same realm, and you seem not even to be as high a realm as I am.”

”Kneel and beg for mercy now, it’s not too late, or if I cripple you, no one will dare speak up.”

Seeing Sikong Jing’s expression, Qian Jingfu knew his power had shocked him, his fan snapped again: ”Kneel and sever an arm yourself, and I’ll let you return to Drunk Dragon Mountain to recover.”

Hearing Qian Jingfu’s words, Feng Yun suddenly regained her arrogance and looked down upon him, ”Well, are you not kneeling down and doing as told?”

Sikong Jing suddenly laughed and slowly spoke, ”Very good, I too am eager to experience what Inner Palace Students are like.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the True Qi in Sikong Jing’s body suddenly burst forth, elevating from the Third Level of the Martial Scripture Realm to the Fourth, then abruptly rising to the Fifth and finally stabilizing at the Sixth Level of the Martial Scripture Realm.

This was the result of his absorption of the energy currents from Golden Dragon Mountain Path and comprehending the operation method of the demonic power of the Black Refining Dark Hook Dragon.

He had never had time for a breakthrough, but now that he was facing an Inner Palace Student of the Martial Soul Realm, it was time to increase his strength.

As his True Qi emerged, Qian Jingfu on the opposite side was immediately stunned and said incredulously, ”Martial Scripture Realm?”

Previously he hadn’t noticed, but now Sikong Jing’s breakthrough made it crystal clear to him that this was just a weakling from the Martial Scripture Realm who dared to face him.

”A little weakling from the Martial Scripture Realm, dare to boldly claim he wants to experience the power of Inner Palace Students?”

Feng Yun’s eyes also widened in disbelief, and then she proudly puffed out her chest.

”Young Master Qian, there’s no need for you to make a move against such a weakling, I can easily kill him.”

”The punch he threw just now must have involved the power of an Innate Treasure. Just suppress it for me, Young Master Qian.”

A punch from the Martial Scripture Realm to send a Martial Soul Realm flying could only be possible with the use of an Innate Treasure.

Qian Jingfu certainly agreed with Feng Yun’s opinion and immediately restrained his aura, saying, ”Hit harder, I hate it when people pose and pretend in front of me using Innate Treasures... Does he think he’s the only one with Innate Treasures?”

As he spoke, he smacked his White Moon Fan again, sneering continuously.

Upon hearing his words, Feng Yun giggled and then sashayed towards Sikong Jing, releasing the aura of the Martial Body Realm and said, ”I’m going to slap you ten times, making you remember this face for the rest of your life.”

Snap!

As soon as she finished speaking, Sikong Jing’s hand had already swung out, striking hard across Feng Yun’s face.

Instantly, a crisp sound rang out.

In a moment, Feng Yun was completely stunned and incredulously covered her face with her hands.

Before she could slap him, he had preempted her with a sneak attack and slapped her, causing her to exclaim furiously, ”I will kill you... Ah!”

Before she finished her sentence, Sikong Jing’s hand struck again, still with a heavy slap.

Then came... snap, snap, snap!

One slap after another landed on Feng Yun’s face, the final one sending her flying into a pillar before he finally stopped and said, ”Ten slaps, right? I did not count, do you know if it was ten?”

Afterward, Sikong Jing turned his gaze back to Qian Jingfu and casually beckoned with his finger.

Qian Jingfu exploded in anger, his fury soaring. As a second-year Inner Palace Student from Wind Dragon Mountain, he had never been provoked like this, especially by someone from Drunk Dragon Mountain, a mere Martial Scripture Realm.

”You have angered me, now kneel down.”

As he spoke, Qian Jingfu seemed to turn into the wind and charged towards Sikong Jing like a Wind Dragon.

Sikong Jing’s gaze solidified, truly strong!

He took a deep breath, then another Golden Dragon Fist thundered out.

A boom enveloped Qian Jingfu, his body halted mid-air, yet he was unharmed.

”Such a strong fist, using an Innate Treasure again? Let’s see how many times you can use it.”

In his opinion, Sikong Jing, a Martial Scripture Realm, producing such powerful punching force was still surely due to the mischief of an Innate Treasure.

After speaking, a furious storm attacked Sikong Jing again.

Sikong Jing’s gaze suddenly darkened, a heavy and dark aura slowly emerging from his body. In the instant Qian Jingfu attacked, he spoke, ”Demon Skill, Black Refining Dark Hook Claw!”