Chapter 475: Enjoy the Fight

The sword's blade, a deep violet, burned with an unextinguished flame, and crimson patterns coursed along the edge.

That sword was longer than its own body, yet in its hand it felt as light as a feather.

Berserker lifted his head, and the V-shaped Red Light Lock beneath his helmet locked onto Jing Yuan.

That aura—

Frenzy, madness, Destruction.

Jing Yuan's mouth twitched upward slightly.

"Oh?"

A genuine hint of interest lingered in his voice.

Although he was a Divine Strategy General, a master planner, he rarely entered the front lines himself.

But seldom fighting does not mean he cannot fight. On the contrary, his martial skill is among the best on Xianzhou.

He just hasn't had the chance to use it.

Now—

His power is sealed, so he won't shatter this planet on a whim.

A worthy opponent stands before him.

Then…

"Why not, enjoy a bout."

He once again gathered a golden spear in his hand.

Longer, thicker, and with stronger magical power than the previous one.

He grasped the spear with both hands, its tip angled toward the ground, assuming a starting stance.

The next second—

Berserker appeared before him!

Jing Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

He didn't think; his body instinctively shifted to the side—

The great sword, ablaze with Purple Flame, brushed his shoulder as it swung down!

"Boom—!!!"

The ground was split, a trench half a meter deep, sending shards of stone flying as cracks spread outward!

Jing Yuan hadn't had time to counterattack when the great sword swept horizontally!

He swung his spear horizontally, Blocking!

"Clang—!!!"

The massive clang of metal made ears throb with pain!

The ground beneath Jing Yuan collapsed instantly, and the force shoved his whole body backward, sliding three meters!

(Power… has increased.)

He quickly assessed the situation in his mind.

Berserker gave him no breathing room; the great sword rained down like a gale, slashing continuously!

One strike!

Two strikes!

Three strikes!

Each strike carried Destructive magical power!

Jing Yuan's Golden Spear collided repeatedly with the Purple Flame great sword, sparks flying, shockwaves rippling outward, and the surrounding structures began to collapse under the force.

Jing Yuan fought while retreating, yet his footwork never faltered.

The spear moved in his hand like a living thing; each Blocking precisely deflected the sword's edge.

But his power had been sealed too much.

In this world, he could wield less than ten percent of his strength. The Berserker before him was in a Frenzy Peak State.

(Can't brute-force.)

(Must look for an opening.)

His foot slipped, and his body drifted five meters backward, widening the gap.

Berserker swung a sword through the air, striking the ground, instantly forming a two‑meter‑wide crater.

Jing Yuan landed, and the spear twirled in his hand.

Golden magical energy began to gather around him.

He took a deep breath.

Then—

He launched a proactive strike!

Jing Yuan's figure turned into a streak of golden light, charging straight at Berserker!

Berserker swung his sword to meet him!

"Clang!"

Spear and sword clashed!

Jing Yuan wasn't knocked back.

Using the recoil force, he twisted his body midair, sweeping his spear horizontally toward Berserker's head!

Berserker turned his head to dodge, while the great sword slashed horizontally!

Jing Yuan retracted the spear, his body descending, and the spear thrust upward from below, aiming straight for Berserker's throat!

Clang!

Berserker blocks with his sword, sparks flying everywhere!

Jing Yuan lands, then immediately springs up again, thrusting his spear repeatedly!

The spear's speed is so fast that only golden afterimages remain; each spear strike hits flesh, each strike lethal!

Berserker's great sword swings densely, leaving no gaps, but Jing Yuan's spear is even faster!

Finally—

Sizzle!

A spear pierces the Berserker's shoulder!

Purple Flame erupts!

Berserker lets out a deep roar, and his great sword sweeps horizontally with force!

Jing Yuan withdraws his spear and steps back, but he's half a beat too slow— the great sword's tip grazes his robe, shaving off a small piece of fabric.

The fabric burns in midair, turning to ash.

Jing Yuan glances, raising his eyebrows slightly.

(That was close.)

Berserker's roar does not cease.

The Purple Flame on its body grows ever stronger, and the ground beneath its feet begins to melt—no exaggeration, it truly is melting.

The asphalt road is heated to a red glow, turning into a viscous liquid.

It raises its great sword, and the flames on the blade surge skyward!

Then—

A sword slashes down!

This slash has no technique, only pure force!

Where the blade passes, the air is torn, the ground is split, and a ten‑meter‑long trench forms instantly!

Jing Yuan does not meet it head‑on.

He dodges.

His form drifts like a wraith to the side, the great sword slashing the ground beside his body.

Boom—!!!

The entire street is split in two by that sword!

The fissure extends outward, and the buildings on both sides teeter on the brink of collapse!

Jing Yuan lands, turns back, and glances at the two‑meter‑deep sword scar.

(Truly... that's violent enough.)

He withdraws his gaze and looks at Berserker.

The opponent has already turned, the red light beneath its helmet still locked onto him.

Purple Flame burns on its body, and the cracks in its armor have fully healed.

Its breath not only hasn't weakened, but has grown stronger.

(This is trouble.)

Jing Yuan grips his spear tightly.

Bai Hang curls behind a pile of collapsed walls, pressing her whole body close to the ground, hands covering her ears.

Boom boom boom boom boom—!!!

Each thunderous boom makes her scalp tingle, and each shockwave makes her heart pound hard.

She peers through a crack in the wall, secretly watching the distant battlefield.

Golden and Purple Flame light intertwine and collide, each contact sounding like thunder.

The surrounding buildings collapse one after another, and the ground is furrowed with deep ruts as if plowed.

(This... this is way too exaggerated...)

Bai Hang swallows a mouthful of saliva.

She knows Jing Yuan is powerful.

After all, he is the Divine Strategy General of Xianzhou Luofu, the commander of Patrol Hunt.

But she didn't expect that, trapped by the Rule, he could still fight at this level.

(Luckily I ran fast earlier... otherwise I'd already be buried now...)

She pulls her neck back a bit and continues to watch the battle.

Then—

Someone pats her shoulder.

Ahhh—!!!

Bai Hang nearly jumps from her spot, springing half a meter high like a cat whose fur has been set ablaze, and almost falls when she lands.

She whirls around sharply—

A blank‑faced visage staring directly at her.

A Xing.

She doesn't know when he appeared here, eating noodles while watching Bai Hang, his expression the same as usual.

A— A Xing—!!!

Bai Hang clutches her heart, her voice cracking, "When did you—you—when did you arrive?! You scared me to death!!"

A Xing chews the noodles in his mouth and swallows.

"Just now."

Her voice was as calmly flat as always.

She gasped a few harsh breaths, and after struggling to calm down, finally noticed the bowl of noodles in A Xing's hand.

The spicy aroma shot straight into the nasal cavity—

"Cough cough cough!!!" Bai Hang choked until tears welled up, "W-what kind of noodles is this?! So spicy?!"

A Xing lowered his head and glanced at the red oil broth in the bowl.

"Mapo Tofu ramen."

"I know it's Mapo Tofu! But this is way too spicy?!" Bai Hang rubbed her reddened eyes, "You actually can eat it without flinching?!"

A Xing thought for a moment.

"It's okay."

Bai Hang: "……"

She decided not to dwell on the issue any longer.

"Hey A Xing!" she lowered her voice and said quickly, "Look over there!"

She pointed toward the two intertwined figures in the distance.

"The purple‑black one is the Berserker! I just saw that guy named Jiantong Shen'er summon it! Jing Yuan is fighting it!"

A Xing followed her finger with their gaze.

Golden spear light and violet sword flashes intertwined among the ruins, each clash erupting a deafening roar.

"Oh." she said while chewing the noodles, "It's a fierce fight."

"It is fierce!" Bai Hang hurriedly said, "What should we do now? Should we help?"

A Xing thought for a moment.

"Help with what?"

"Help Jing Yuan!"

A Xing chewed a few more bites of noodles and swallowed.

"Are you serious?"

Bai Hang: "…ah, this."