Berserk God of War-Chapter 723: Self-Inflicted Trap, Violent Bombardment

Chapter 723: Chapter 723: Self-Inflicted Trap, Violent Bombardment

The Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena was so small that once Sikong Jing grew familiar with Yu Wenxiong’s combat style, he could predict his opponent’s direction and trajectory, thus executing the most accurate attacks.

"So-called prediction means I can know in advance which direction you’ll run to, where you will appear, so... Blood Devouring Sixth Claw." Sikong Jing finished speaking and was already blocking Yu Wenxiong’s path, tearing out with a claw.

Yu Wenxiong was struck full-on by the claw, his clothes instantly shredded into pieces.

Streaks of blood appeared on Yu Wenxiong’s body.

Sikong Jing vanished again, but his voice emerged once more by Yu Wenxiong’s ear: "Using the Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena to trap me was your biggest mistake. My realm and speed are far inferior to yours, yet you insisted on limiting yourself, seeking your own death."

After finishing his words, Sikong Jing reappeared after several flickers to block Yu Wenxiong once more, launching a fist with a beast arm.

Yu Wenxiong’s face turned bright red as he roared, "I refuse to believe that I cannot crush you to death with the True Qi of my Third Realm of Dao Inquiry."

Boom boom boom...

He stopped dodging and met Sikong Jing’s fists head-on with his full-body True Qi, their punches causing the Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena to flash continuously.

The two fists collided within the arena, each strike landing solidly.

After countless exchanges of blows, both men finally flew backward simultaneously.

When Sikong Jing came to a halt, he was unconsciously covered in blood. His beast arm was from the Reverse Soul Realm and could withstand the True Qi of Yu Wenxiong’s Third Realm of Dao Inquiry, but his body could not.

After the frenzied vibration of punch after punch, nearly all the blood vessels in his body were close to bursting.

Still, Sikong Jing watched his opposite with a sharp gleam in his eyes.

Yu Wenxiong was trembling, leaning against the inner wall of the light shield of the Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena, and then a horrifying scene occurred: one of his hands began to crumble, flesh and blood dripping down bit by bit.

Yu Wenxiong let out insane, agonized screams.

In the blink of an eye, one of his hands had turned to nothing but bloody bones, like a demon.

In response, Sikong Jing grinned, "Yu Wenxiong, you still have one hand left, do you want to continue exchanging blows?"

Yu Wenxiong’s teeth clattered as he suddenly roared towards the outside, "Quick, find someone to take my place and leave!"

He didn’t want to fight anymore, he was scared. Sikong Jing was a monster, an absolute monster.

Yu Wenxiong wanted to get out immediately and discuss it outside.

But now, someone needed to replace him to leave; otherwise, the Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena could not be closed. He wasn’t a member of the Heavenly Dao Academy and was unfamiliar with this thing.

Regardless of how he called out, there was no response from outside, the silence almost driving Yu Wenxiong to the brink of collapse.

There were indeed members of the Xingluo Academy around, but none were as strong as Yu Wenxiong.

If not even the Palace Master Yu Wenxiong could defeat his opponent, what would happen if they took his place in the Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena? It would be certain death.

Moreover, Sikong Jing’s 66th Army was surrounding them.

By this time, Ning Jingjing no longer displayed her previous tension but instead smiled and said to her surroundings, "Listen up, soldiers. Anyone who dares to come, let them enter the Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena; then we’ll wait outside for Yu Wenxiong to come out and hack him to death with random sword blows."

As soon as Ning Jingjing said this, Yu Wenxiong realized...

That’s right, even if someone replaced him to get out, he would still have to face the bombardment of the Long Night Black Burning Army. With his current injuries, he would not survive.

With this thought, Yu Wenxiong turned back and glared at Sikong Jing, roaring again, "I’m going all out against you!"

Instantly, he attacked Sikong Jing once more, leading to a second round of punches, but this exchange was not as prolonged as the previous one.

With an explosive bang, Yu Wenxiong was sent flying again.

His second hand also transformed into grisly bones.

And Sikong Jing, even more disheveled and bleeding like a bloodied figure, appeared even more terrifying, his voice still cold and resolute.

"Thrilling, truly thrilling!"

"I enjoy this kind of exchange, but alas, both of your hands are now ruined, so I suppose it’s time I sent you to Hell."

Sikong Jing bared his bloodstained teeth, completely disregarding his own wounds, looking every bit the demon incarnate.

After that, he burst out in a sudden ambush, with the sounds of killing rising and falling.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard..."

Yu Wenxiong roared repeatedly, instinctively turning around and running away, trying to escape faster with the help of a treasure... However, in his panic, he crashed heavily into the light shield of the Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena.

With a loud bang, he was sent flying back and went straight towards Sikong Jing, who was in hot pursuit.

Spurt...

Sikong Jing sneered and extended his beast arm, piercing through with one claw.

The claw went through Yu Wenxiong’s chest and came out holding his heart, which was still beating violently.

With another bang, Sikong Jing crushed it into a pulp.

Yu Wenxiong’s face turned instantly pale and looked blankly at Sikong Jing, confusedly asking, "Why?"

After saying that, he died with resentment.

He had never dreamed that he would die here, especially since the Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena was meant to kill Sikong Jing, but it ended up becoming a prison that restrained his own movements, preventing him from even running away.

Just as Sikong Jing had said, if it weren’t for this thing, given his realm, he wouldn’t have died at all.

He could have fled if he couldn’t win, but... there’s no medicine for regret.

He just wanted to ask why they had treated him and the Long Night Star Palace this way when Sikong Jing should have been his student!

Had he known it would come to this, he would never have oppressed Sikong Jing in the first place.

Hum!

In the moment Yu Wenxiong perished, the Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena also disappeared instantly after the fight ended, turning into a small disc that fell into Sikong Jing’s hands, with the words "Absolute Fighting Arena" carved on it.

After observing it for a few moments, Sikong Jing did not hesitate to put it into the Golden Soul Palace.

This artifact is quite good; it might come in handy in the future...

"Commander Sikong, are you alright?"

At this moment, a group of 66th Army Soldiers rushed over. Sikong Jing’s current image was too horrifying, as his entire body was dripping blood.

His injuries, were probably very serious.

"It’s nothing, I just need to take some medicine and rest a bit before I can fight again. Now we must hurry to the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace."

Sikong Jing had not forgotten Yu Wenxiong’s words; there was a second Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena in the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace. He didn’t know what the situation was like there now, or if his sister had arrived?

In any case, he didn’t have time to care about how serious his injuries were and immediately led the 66th Army towards the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace.

Earlier, Sikong Jing had asked Ning Jingjing to send a message to his sister while he was battling Yu Wenxiong.

With the existence of the Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena, she was to charge into the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace no matter what happened.

...

Atop the Golden Dragon Mountain of the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, there was silence.

The images inside the Heavenly Dao Illusion Mirror had disappeared, the last one freezing at the moment Sikong Jing’s claw pierced through the heart.

At this moment, the entire Heavenly Dao Academy had ashen faces, filled with disbelief in their eyes.

Members of the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace clenched their fists tightly, trembling with excitement throughout their bodies.

Sikong Jing had actually managed to kill Yu Wenxiong; Sikong Jing was coming back!

Finally, Tan Yue broke the silence, "Pang Ruanyi, when Sikong Jing arrives, you must not take back the Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena."

That statement stung the students of the Heavenly Dao Academy like a slap across their faces, half killing them.

Earlier, they used the Heavenly Dao Martial Arts Arena to strike at the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace, even intentionally turning on the Heavenly Dao Illusion Mirror, preparing to let the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace watch how Sikong Jing would die.

Now the dead Yu Wenxiong had taught them what it meant... to be hoisted by their own petard!