Chapter 474: A Few Skills

She silently judged in her heart.

It's okay.

She stood up and staggered toward the doorway.

As for San Yue Qi and the others—

She had already done what needed to be done.

She lifted it, wiped it clean, and didn't let them drown in the bowl.

The rest is up to their own fate.

"Ding—"

The door was pushed open.

Sunlight from outside poured in.

A Xing lifted her eyelids and looked outside—

A massive concrete slab, bearing the weight of a mountain, slammed toward her!

Its edges were uneven, the surface still bore broken rebar, whistling with the wind, and it was less than five meters from her face!

A Xing stared at it expressionlessly.

In her golden eyes there was no fear, no panic, not even a ripple.

She merely opened her mouth slightly, in a flat tone, and uttered a word:

"Wow."

Then—

Boom—boom—boom—boom—!!!

Perspective shift.

"Boom—!!!"

The golden spear clashed with the dark‑purple armor, and the shockwave cracked the surrounding walls into spider‑web fissures!

Jing Yuan held the spear with one hand, the other hand hidden behind his back, his figure utterly still.

His golden eyes calmly stared at the opponent before him, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his mouth corner.

Berserker's fist was Blocking in midair with his spear shaft, the power that could split stones now unable to advance an inch.

"Excuse me…"

Jing Yuan spoke, his tone as gentle as if chatting, "I don't know how to address you?"

The response was a side kick!

Berserker lifted his leg in a sweeping strike, dark‑purple magic condensing on his greave into a blade‑like Light Arc, aiming straight for Jing Yuan's waist!

Jing Yuan sidestepped.

The sweep brushed his robe, the gust it generated gouged a deep trench into the wall behind him!

"It seems we cannot communicate," Jing Yuan sighed, a hint of regret in his voice, "Very well."

He twisted his wrist.

The golden spear spun in his palm, its shaft instantly bursting with dazzling light!

"Clang—!!!"

The spear shaft struck Berserker's side waist, the massive force shoving the hulking body back three steps!

Berserker steadied himself, the V‑shaped red light under his helmet flickering violently.

The next second—

It vanished on the spot!

Jing Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

A ferocious aura surged from the side!

He didn't have time to turn, he raised his spear to Blocking!

"Clang!!!"

Berserker's fist slammed the spear, sparks flying everywhere!

Jing Yuan was knocked back half a step, the ground beneath his feet cracking with a "Crack"!

Before he could steady his balance, Berserker's second punch already came!

Jing Yuan turned his head.

The fist brushed past his ear, the wind from the punch sending his hair flying.

He smoothly turned, sweeping his spear!

"Clang!!!"

The spear tip scratched Berserker's chest armor, leaving a deep mark!

Berserker stepped back one step, then lunged again!

Fist! Kick! Knee! Elbow!

The dark‑purple armor transformed into a storm‑like assault, each strike capable of shattering steel!

Jing Yuan's spear wove a golden net before him—Blocking, releasing force, Counterattack!

"ClangClangClangClangClang—!!!"

The metallic clamor of collisions rang densely together!

The surrounding walls crumbled under the savage impact, and the floor's cracks spread outward like a spider web!

Jing Yuan suddenly withdrew his spear and stepped back three paces.

He flicked his wrist, a hint of seriousness appearing in his golden eyes.

"The test is over."

He grips the spear with one hand, the spear tip pointing straight at Berserker.

"Next—"

His words were left unfinished.

Berserker has already charged to his front!

That punch, bearing power that could destroy heaven and earth, aimed straight for his face!

Jing Yuan did not dodge.

He simply thrust the long spear forward.

The spear tip pierced toward Berserker's throat.

Injury for injury, life for life.

Berserker's fist halted in midair.

The V-shaped red light flickered violently, as if weighing pros and cons.

The next second—

Berserker sidestepped, evading the spear tip, and simultaneously kicked at Jing Yuan's knee!

Jing Yuan retracted the spear, using the shaft to block the kick, and, leveraging the force, leapt up, flipping in the air; the long spear, like a sea dragon, thrust straight into Berserker's back of the heart!

"Clang!!!"

The spear tip struck the armor, leaving a deep dent!

Berserker turned and punched back; Jing Yuan blocked with the spear shaft, the two forces colliding as they both retreated!

The two were ten meters apart, standing far apart in standoff.

Jing Yuan still held the spear with one hand, the other hand hidden behind his back.

His robes were tidy, his hair unruffled, and his face still bore that unhurried smile.

Berserker's armor now bore several deep scratches, yet the whole remained intact.

Its surrounding dark purple magical energy began to boil, like burning flame, its aura growing more ferocious.

"Not bad."

Jing Yuan nodded, his tone sincere, "The Heroic Spirits of this world truly have some skill."

He released his grip.

The golden long spear hovered in front of him, its shaft beginning to tremble violently.

Frenzied magical energy condensed at the spear tip, the golden light growing brighter and more dazzling!

Berserker seemed to sense the threat; it arched its body, and the dark purple flames around it flared violently!

The next second—

Jing Yuan's hand swept forward!

The spear transformed into a streak of golden light, shooting straight at Berserker at supersonic speed!

Berserker tried to dodge—

But it was too fast!

The beam pierced the space, leaving no time to evade!

"Boom—!!!"

The golden light exploded in front of Berserker's chest!

The massive impact hurled its entire body flying!

It flew like a cannonball, blasting through one wall, then another, then a third wall—

"Boom boom boom boom boom—!!!"

A series of deafening blasts, Berserker's body pierced through seven or eight buildings in succession, finally becoming buried deep within the ruins of a three‑story small building!

Smoke and dust surged upward, and shards of stone and rubble fell like raindrops!

Jing Yuan stood where he was, watching the ruins, raising an eyebrow.

"The commotion… seems a bit too loud."

He turned his head to glance around.

Then his brows furrowed slightly.

No one.

The street was empty of people.

No, not "empty of people".

It was the entire world that had fallen into deathly silence.

Distant buildings were silent, their windows dark hollows.

Cars by the roadside were stalled, unmoving, with no driver and no passengers.

The shop sign hung crooked, its characters…

The characters were reversed.

(What is this…)

His thoughts were interrupted by a stir coming from the ruins.

Within that pile of ruins, deep purple flames began to burn.

They grew ever more vigorous, ever brighter.

A figure slowly rose.

Berserker.

The armor on its body developed several deep cracks, yet the whole remained intact.

Even more terrifying, its size seemed to have swelled by a layer, and the dark purple Flame burning around it was wilder and more dreadful than before!

Those Flames surged out from the armor's seams, forming flowing patterns like vessels, like meridians.

Its right hand grasped at empty air.

A massive sword materialized.