Berserk God of War-Chapter 71 - 0 Name Your Price
71: Chapter 071: Name Your Price
71 -071: Name Your Price
His body suddenly changed in the manner of a flying squirrel, speeding up.
At that moment, Sikong Jing seemed to have evolved into the ultimate version of the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel, more so than any ordinary flying squirrel.
Sikong Jing had anticipated the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel’s next move.
His actions were a step ahead, striking several times, appearing on the escape route of the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel.
Suddenly, the rhythm of the Flying Cloud Flying Squirrel was completely disrupted.
“Squeak…”
Suddenly, a crazy scream arose from the jungle as Sikong Jing grasped the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel for the third time, its Peak Human Realm demonic power trying to break through Sikong Jing’s blockade, but to no avail.
Even then, the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel was not strong in combat.
Now, even more squirrel-like than the squirrels, Sikong Jing saw through all its movements, seizing it in advance, causing the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel to die on the spot.
When Sikong Jing returned to the huge rock, Old Zhang and Ah Hu were too shocked to speak.
The Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel, indeed, had been caught and killed by Sikong Jing.
The once Lord of Yunzhou spent a year trying to capture this elusive demon beast, yet this young exiled criminal had easily accomplished it in just a day and a half.
And he was only at the Dark Realm Fourth Level.
“That’s sorted, let’s gather the inner cores and appealing items from the surrounding beast demons, and head back,” Sikong Jing said casually to the two men, as if he had done something trivial.
Mechanically nodding their heads, the two men swiftly processed the materials from the several hundred demon beasts around them.
But at that moment, the rustling sounds around them resumed, and a dark silhouette emerged from the jungle, strikingly, it was the black-clad woman they had encountered when entering Ru Yun Mountain.
Old Zhang and Ah Hu immediately ceased their activities, a flicker of wariness in their eyes.
“You actually caught the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel.”
The black-clad woman was none other than Su Yue Immortal, who stared at the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel in Sikong Jing’s hands, her face incredulous.
Upon returning to Ru Yun Mountain, Su Yue Immortal had gone directly to try another spot, the territory of another Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel.
As Old Zhang and Ah Hu had said, the startled Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel would hide deep, and since it was a territory she had visited previously, there was no chance of success.
Still, her second attempt ended in failure.
When she decided to give up, she happened to pass by this place and, smelling the scent of blood, came to have a look.
The result was beyond her belief—this young man, ruthless in killing, had actually captured the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel.
Sikong Jing was slightly taken aback, encountering the black-clad woman for the third time and for the first time having a conversation, he nodded and responded, “So, you also came for the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel?
Fortunately, I managed to obtain it.”
Only then did Sikong Jing realize that the traces they had seen earlier were left by the black-clad woman.
Su Yue Immortal asked subconsciously, “How did you manage it?”
At the entrance of the Su Residence, she had sensed Sikong Jing’s realm, just at Bright Realm Ninth Layer—even now, his aura was subdued but could not have surpassed the Human Realm, and the two middle-aged men were only at Human Realm First Level.
With such a setup, such capability was neither adequate nor likely to be successful.
Sikong Jing raised his eyebrows, “Sorry, I have nothing to disclose.”
Of course, he would not tell a stranger, “I am the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, I can see through all the movements of the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel.”
By then, Old Zhang and Ah Hu had finally collected all the materials from the surrounding hundreds of demon beasts.
Sikong Jing noted this and spoke lightly, “We should head back.”
Having said that, the three of them started walking back the way they came.
“Wait a minute.” Suddenly, Su Yue Immortal called out.
“Is there something else?” Sikong Jing stopped and asked.
Su Yue Immortal took a deep breath and said expressionlessly, “I want the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel you hold, name your price.”
Sikong Jing was not surprised, but he shook his head and said, “Sorry, I’m not planning to sell.”
This was intended to treat his father-in-law Su Zhenglong’s injuries; no matter how good the offer, Sikong Jing wouldn’t trade it.
Su Yue Immortal took another breath and stepped towards Sikong Jing, “I can offer you satisfactory terms, just mention them, as long as I can fulfill them.”
Still, Sikong Jing shook his head in refusal.
Su Yue Immortal clenched her fist, exuding the aura of the Peak of the Human Realm, and her voice turned slightly cold, “I only want the inner core of the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel, nothing else.”
Sikong Jing paused and responded similarly, “Unfortunately, I only want the inner core as well.”
By this point, Sikong Jing had turned to face Su Yue Immortal, sensing her palpable intent to kill.
“What if I must have it?” Su Yue Immortal’s voice became exceptionally cold.
Sikong Jing narrowed his eyes and replied coldly, “You can try.”
The hum!
In the next instant, Su Yue Immortal burst forth like an arrow released from a bow, her soft sword clanging sonorously around her as she sped towards Sikong Jing, “I won’t kill you, I just want the inner core.”
The soft sword suddenly went rigid, stabbing towards the arm of Sikong Jing that held the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel.
Sikong Jing’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and he shouted, “Beast Skill, Flowing Cloud.”
His figure twisted strangely, instantly escaping from Su Yue Immortal’s sword shadow.
Su Yue Immortal’s eyes momentarily showed shock.
She had already discerned Sikong Jing’s realm, precisely the Dark Realm Fourth Level, a far cry from her own Peak of the Human Realm.
Yet, he had managed to dodge.
However, Su Yue Immortal did not believe she could not subdue him.
Her figure flashed suddenly, pursuing him aggressively.
But the following scenes left Su Yue Immortal stunned; she felt as if she were facing a Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel, the man before her was too elusive, and after dozens of moves, she hadn’t even touched a thread of his clothes.
“What exactly are you?” Su Yue Immortal couldn’t help but ask in astonishment.
Sikong Jing coldly responded, “Guess?”
With a flash of cold light in his eyes, Su Yue Immortal’s gaze landed on Old Zhang and Ah Hu.
Her body twisted again, her sword shadow lunging at both, the sword winds howling!
“You dare.”
Sikong Jing had instantly seen through her move; his body slid along the ground, and before Su Yue Immortal reached the two men, he launched a heavy punch that clashed with Su Yue Immortal’s Soft Sword, ringing loudly.
The gap in their realms was too great, Sikong Jing felt his True Qi run wild throughout his body, his fist painfully throbbing, yet he still dragged Ah Hu and Old Zhang back.
He then positioned himself protectively in front of both.
His gaze gradually turned icy, murderous intent radiating wildly, “Dare to touch my friends, are you prepared to die?”
Sikong Jing had no particular like or dislike for Su Yue Immortal; fighting over treasures in these mountain forests was normal, but targeting his people ignited his rage.
The murderous aura rolled, as if covering the entire forest.
He was at the Dark Realm Fourth Level, but his hands were stained with the blood of countless enemies from the Great Shang, his Dantian and meridians were destroyed, but murderous intent, which was intangible, couldn’t be destroyed.
At this moment, both Su Yue Immortal and Ah Hu beside him felt as though they had fallen into the Nine Nether.
Sikong Jing was like the Grim Reaper, one who had slaughtered billions.
Su Yue Immortal was stunned, staring intently at Sikong Jing.
She had underestimated him before, knowing only that he killed without blinking an eye, but now it seemed he did more than that, the corpses under his hand probably piled up like mountains.
Her body trembled involuntarily, a sense of fear emerging spontaneously.
Clamping her teeth together, Su Yue Immortal resolutely said, “I don’t want to kill people, I just want the inner core of the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel, even if it means mutual destruction.”
Her voice became resolute, carrying a determination to face death.
