Berserk God of War

Chapter 653: Chapter 653: Yan Benxing, Can’t Afford to Lose

At the same time, the arrogantly pleased Yan Benxing also froze. Elder Wu Zhenzhi’s face turned cold as he spoke chillingly, ”Gongyang Ren, what do you mean? You think this mountain bandit leader can win?”

We were just feeling proud, and your words aren’t they slapping us in the face?

Gongyang Ren raised his white eyebrows lightly and said indifferently, ”This can only be known after they fight, Shihun... take it easy, don’t be impulsive, you hear? Otherwise, don’t expect to stay in my Imperial Advisor Mansion.”

His tone sounded humble, but his latter words to Shihun were still a harsh attack on Yan Benxing.

What does ’take it easy’ and ’don’t be impulsive’ mean?

Except for Gongyang Ying and Aunt Mian, nobody knew that Imperial Advisor Gongyang was genuinely worried.

He knew that Shihun had fought his beloved granddaughter to a draw and had easily killed Gong Bei Qiang. Gongyang Ren was truly afraid that Shihun would seize this opportunity to simply finish off Yan Benxing as well.

In that case, their Imperial Advisor Mansion would have offended the Cross Saber Sect to death.

”Don’t worry, I definitely won’t take Yan Benxing’s life,” said Sikong Jing, his face covered in coal dust, with a slight smile.

His voice was extraordinarily calm, yet carried an extreme arrogance.

At this moment, Elder Wu Zhenzhi finally couldn’t contain his explosive and frenzied heart and shouted, ”Benxing, kill him immediately!”

Yan Benxing had also reached his limit, originally behaving very well towards Gongyang Ren for the sake of Gongyang Ying, but now his heart was ablaze with unending rage—everyone seemed to be looking down on him, damn it!

Boom...

With a step forward, Yan Benxing’s Sword Radiance fiercely slashed towards Sikong Jing.

The crazed sabre encompassed golden hues, brilliantly resplendent, making the entire Imperial Advisor Mansion shine brightly.

”Not bad, Yan Benxing could at least make it into the top eighty,”

Ren Dongmeng had already taken out the Yellow Jade Tablet and began recording, naturally recording Yan Benxing’s Combat Skills and performance.

As for Shihun, reputed to be over thirty years old, naturally fell outside their Overlord Commerce’s observation range.

While recording, Ren Dongmeng looked triumphantly at Hua Lidian, who was in a daze, staring fixedly at the back of Sikong Jing from the main hall, muttering to himself, ”Why does he look familiar?”.

Hua Lidian was sure he had never seen Shihun, but for some reason, he felt a strange familiarity.

At the same time, not far from him the War Soul Sacred Dragon Palace Master Qiu Qifeng also had the same feeling. Shihun felt very familiar to him.

”What a terrifying strike, can this coal-burning bandit withstand it?”

Countless young talents stared at Yan Benxing’s fearsome strike, they also stared intently at Sikong Jing.

Just as the Sword Radiance neared Sikong Jing, his body’s True Qi slightly exploded, likewise Circulating Daoist Martial Fifth Realm Qi into his fists, followed by a powerful punch...

At the same time, Sikong Jing called out in a low voice, ”Iron Mountain Fist!”

Boom...

The seemingly small fist counteracted Yan Benxing’s Sword Radiance; in the next moment, mountain-like True Qi surged out, Sikong Jing’s fist grew larger steadily, causing the Sword Radiance to tremble, and then it started to collapse.

The Sword Radiance, bit by bit, collapsed outward, scattering into specks of Star Light harshly splashing in all directions.

Swish, swish, swish...

A large number of high-level experts of the Imperial Advisor Mansion flashed out, scattering the specks of Star Light to prevent them from injuring the surrounding guests.

Once the Sword Radiance totally shattered, the whole arena was in a state of shock.

Gongyang Ying silently exclaimed, ”Shihun actually broke through, reaching Daoist Martial Fifth Realm.”

Back in Wang Hun State, he was just at Daoist Martial Fourth Realm, and even then, he could fight on par with him. He wondered now whether he could defeat him when unleashing all the power of his Moon Soul Battle Body?

Gongyang Ying evidently wasn’t so confident about this.

”What formidable mountain bandits, truly worthy of being a disciple from the Tieshan Sect,” the Fifth Prince, Lu Chi, said softly.

Ren Dongmeng then sneered, ”However formidable, what does it matter? He’s old and of little value... Hua Lidian, just what are you watching? Are you jealous of me?”

She finally noticed that Hua Lidian looked distracted, which was infuriating.

Ren Dongmeng was annoyed; Hua Lidian kept opposing her, boasting that Long Night Sikong Jing was incredibly powerful, particularly since this month he had even pushed Sikong Jing into the top hundred.

What was infuriating was that the decision-makers above had actually agreed.

Now, she couldn’t wait for Sikong Jing, and seeing the talents emerging from her own War Soul Dynasty, was she supposed to just play dead?

Unfortunately for her, Hua Lidian still ignored her, continuing to watch Shihun.

At that moment, Shihun, the center of everyone’s attention, spoke.

”Yan Benxing, it seems your progress is indeed not small, but you are still not my match.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Benxing’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and without another word, he drew his sword and charged.

Sikong Jing’s eyes flashed with brilliance, and then he swung his stick, attacking Yan Benxing with the Iron Mountain Stick... Instantly, the scene turned extremely intense, with the two moving back and forth, their stick shadows and sword glows constantly intersecting.

Countless people shuddered with fear at such combat power, especially since Yan Benxing was still so young.

Xu Youyou from the War Soul Heavenly Dao Palace said, ”Whether Sikong Jing comes or not, just watching this battle tonight makes it worth the trip.”

The crowd deeply agreed; the duel was too spectacular.

Meanwhile, Gongyang Ren and Gongyang Ying exchanged glances, both revealing the same confusion: Why was Shihun not unleashing his strongest power to defeat Yan Benxing, but intentionally hiding it?

Clearly, he could have smashed Yan Benxing to death with just a stick.

”Grandpa, could it really be that he sincerely intends to stay at our Imperial Advisor Mansion waiting for Wang Ge?” Gongyang Ying asked softly.

Gongyang Ren could only think of this possibility, replying, ”Possibly, so he deliberately hid his strength to not let Yan Benxing lose too disgracefully, preventing our Imperial Advisor Mansion from offending the Cross Saber Sect too terribly.”

That was the only possibility they could think of.

But they could never have dreamed that Sikong Jing simply did not want to rank too high.

As long as Mo Ci appeared, he would have to reveal his identity.

Hua Lidian was watching this battle, and it was bound to be recorded. If he defeated Yan Benxing too easily, his ranking would shoot up.

Thus, the two continued to exchange moves in the Imperial Advisor Mansion, battling over a thousand rounds in the blink of an eye.

Gradually, Sikong Jing overwhelmingly suppressed Yan Benxing and punched him down, then swung his stick to stop right in front of his face, and said softly, ”Yan Benxing, you have lost. Go back and cultivate a few more years before challenging me again.”

After speaking, Sikong Jing collected his stick, turned, and walked toward Grandpa Gongyang and his grandson.

”Applause...”

The surrounding crowd also clapped in praise of the spectacular battle, and no one dared to call Shihun a coal burner any longer.

As for Yan Benxing on the ground, losers are never the focus of attention...

However, at that moment, a disheveled Yan Benxing suddenly shouted fiercely, ”Elder Wu, help me kill Shihun.”

What he loved most was the admiring eyes around him, and what he hated most was being ignored. And now he had lost, defeated by Shihun in front of so many people, feeling extremely miserable.

Having improved so much, having turned misfortune into a blessing, and being the main character of this world, how could he lose?

He had to kill Shihun to attract attention.

Following Yan Benxing’s words, the cheering of the crowd suddenly silenced, incredulous.

Simultaneously, Wu Zhenzhi’s face twisted as he shouted, ”Shihun, die!”