Chapter 481: Unwilling to Yield

Jing Yuan lands, the Golden Spear already regrasped in his hand.

He thrusts forward, the spear shoots out like a dragon!

Each thrust pierces the same spot—the gap in Berserker's chest armor!

Berserker swings his sword to Blocking, but Jing Yuan's spear is too fast, too fast for its Twin Swords to even intercept!

Snort!

The first thrust pierces the gap!

Snort!

The second thrust goes deeper!

Snort snort snort!

The third, fourth, and fifth thrusts all strike the same spot!

Purple mana gushes out from the wound!

Berserker lets out a roar! It stops defending, and the Twin Swords slash at Jing Yuan simultaneously!

Jing Yuan retracts his spear and retreats, but he's still half a beat too slow—one of the great swords' tips grazes his left arm, shaving off a small piece of cloth and leaving a shallow bloodstain.

He lands and glances at his left arm.

Blood beads seep out, staining the torn robe red.

But the wound is shallow, not affecting the fight.

Berserker's chest wound is healing, but at a slower pace than before.

The Flame on its body also wanes a bit.

(Attrition battle effective.)

Jing Yuan lifts the corner of his mouth slightly.

Berserker gives him no chance to catch his breath.

It charges again!

The Twin Swords swing densely, each blade bearing Destruction's power!

Jing Yuan meets the challenge!

Spear and swords clash again!

This time, Jing Yuan changes tactics.

He no longer meets Berserker head‑on, but uses his agility and the flexibility of his spear technique to harass and wear down.

Berserker's attacks are ferocious and fierce, but its speed is not as great as Jing Yuan's.

Jing Yuan always manages to dodge at the last moment, then seizes the chance to thrust a spear.

One thrust, another thrust.

Each thrust hits the armor gap, each leaving a wound.

Berserker's roar becomes more frequent, its Rage growing.

Its attacks grow crazier, but Jing Yuan always evades by a hair's breadth.

Their battlefield shifts from ruins to streets, then from streets to the wreckage of another building.

Where they pass, buildings collapse, the ground cracks, and smoke billows.

Suddenly, Berserker halts the pursuit.

It stands still, Twin Swords planted in the ground, the Flame on its body suddenly contracts, then—

Explosion!

Centered on it, violet‑black Flame spreads outward like a tsunami!

Everything it passes is ignited!

Jing Yuan's pupils narrow, he pushes off his feet, and his body darts backward!

The Flame chases him, but always remains just out of reach!

He retreats continuously for fifty meters before the Flame gradually dissipates.

Where it passes, streets, buildings, and ground all turn into charred ruins.

Berserker stands at the flame's core, its armor glowing a dark red.

It slowly draws the Twin Swords, the red glow beneath its helmet brightening.

Its aura strengthens a bit more.

Jing Yuan halts his steps, breathing lightly.

He gazes at the distant demonic‑like figure, a hint of solemn seriousness flashing in his golden eyes.

(Hard to deal with.)

He grips the Golden Spear tightly, and golden mana begins to coalesce.

This time, he doesn't intend to hold back.

Berserker moves.

It doesn't dash, but strides heavily, step by step toward Jing Yuan.

Each step makes the ground tremble.

Each step intensifies the Flame on its body.

By the tenth step, it already resembles a moving volcano!

Jing Yuan inhales deeply, raising the Golden Spear.

Golden mana forms a faint halo around him.

He steps forward.

Then—

Both of them vanished at the same time!

"Boom!!!"

Golden light clashed with violet‑black Flame in the middle of the street!

This collision was more violent than any previous one!

The shockwave swept the entire street, and the buildings on both sides toppled like dominoes!

The ground split open into deep, bottomless fissures!

The two separated at the first touch, then collided again!

"Clang clang clang clang—!!!"

The clash of spear and sword rang out densely like rain! Each impact erupted a startling Magic Wave!

Jing Yuan's spear grew faster and faster!

Berserker's sword grew heavier and heavier!

But neither of them would yield!

Finally—

Jing Yuan found a flaw and thrust a spear into Berserker's shoulder!

At the same time, Berserker's sword also slashed his waist!

Both of them stepped back simultaneously!

Jing Yuan looked down at his waist—his robe had a cut, exposing the skin beneath, with a red mark but no breach.

Berserker's shoulder wound was healing, but the speed had clearly slowed.

The two faced each other again.

Jing Yuan's breathing was a bit more rapid than before, yet his gaze remained calm.

Berserker's Flame was slightly weaker than before, but still burned fiercely.

Neither side was unwilling to show weakness.

Both sides refused to back down.

Suddenly, Berserker lifted its head, and the red light beneath the helmet flickered a few times.

Then—

It made an unexpected move.

It planted one of the great swords into the ground, grasped the other sword with both hands, and raised it high.

Violet‑black Flame surged wildly toward that sword, the blade expanding and brightening, eventually becoming a five‑meter‑long great sword!

The Flame on the blade almost illuminated the entire sky!

Jing Yuan squinted.

(Is this… a one‑hit decisive strike?)

He inhaled deeply, and both hands grasped the Golden Spear.

Golden magic also began to surge wildly toward the spear shaft.

The spear shaft grew brighter and brighter, eventually turning into a long spear purely condensed from golden light, its brilliance dazzling like the sun!

Both of them locked onto each other.

The next second—

Berserker moved!

It wielded the great sword with both hands and swung down fiercely at Jing Yuan!

This slash gathered all its power!

Jing Yuan did not retreat!

He gripped the spear with both hands and thrust forward fiercely!

This thrust gathered all his power!

Spear tip and sword edge collided in the air!

"Boom—!!!"

Golden light and violet‑black Flame exploded violently, forming a massive energy sphere!

The energy sphere expanded, contracted, then expanded again!

Then—

It burst!

The shockwave swept everything away!

The entire street vanished completely!

Dust and smoke filled the air, and fragments of stone fell like rain.

An unknown amount of time passed.

The dust gradually cleared.

Jing Yuan knelt on one knee, the Golden Spear planted beside him, supporting his body.

His white hair was disheveled, his robe torn, and a strand of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

But he was smiling.

Opposite, Berserker propped the now‑shrunken great sword with both hands, half‑kneeling on the ground.

Its armor was riddled with cracks, violet magic oozed from the fissures, and the Flame was so weak it was nearly extinguished.

But it remained on its knees.

It lifted its head, the red light under the helmet flickering, staring intently at Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan slowly stood up.

"Really can endure," he said softly.

Berserker also slowly stood up.

Flame reignited, weak though it was, but truly burning.

The two stared at each other again.

The battle had not ended yet.

In the distance, San Yue Qi and Lin, hidden behind a broken wall, were completely stunned.

San Yue Qi opened their mouth wide, unable to speak for a long while.

Lin's hand trembled.

"…What…what level of battle is that…" Lin's voice trembled.

San Yue Qi swallowed hard.

At that moment, a deafening boom sounded in the distance, and the battle seemed about to resume.

San Yue Qi tightened their grip on the bow.

(No matter who it is… I hope that golden one can win…)

What San Yue Qi didn't know was that, in another corner not far away, Bai Hang and A Xing were also watching the battle.

Bai Hang's face was full of worry.

A Xing was still eating noodles—no one knew where she had gotten that bowl, yet half of it remained.

"A Xing..."

Bai Hang whispered, "Do you think… we can win?"

A Xing chewed the noodles, watching the silhouette in the distance.

Then she nodded.

"Hmm."

Just a single word.