Berserk God of War-Chapter 1388: The Black-Clad Youth Has Vanished
No matter what, we’ll deal with the consequences of taking from others later. Such a great opportunity must not be missed.
Facing Tie Cang, Sikong Jing suddenly formed a sword and unleashed the Beast Skill known as the Golden Cold Dual Swords that he had recently created.
Afterward, he said heavily, "What I want to deduce is precisely this Sword Skill."
Tie Cang’s Mind Spirit Shadow had long locked onto Sikong Jing’s sword-wielding form, and only spoke after the latter stopped, "I will perform it only once, how much you can comprehend is up to you."
Speaking thus, Tie Cang’s Mind Spirit Shadow immediately unsheathed its sword.
It evolved from Sikong Jing’s Golden Cold Dual Swords, continuously deriving an even stronger Golden Cold Sword Skill.
Only when the Golden Cold Dual Swords reached the Ultimate Emperor-grade transformation and power did he stop...
In other words, the Golden Cold Dual Swords that Sikong Jing originally created were merely Spiritual-grade, but after Tie Cang’s deduction, this Sword Skill had reached a terrifying Ultimate Emperor-grade.
At this moment, the Golden Cold Dual Swords became one of the strongest Sword Skills in the Central Plains.
Sikong Jing memorized Tie Cang’s deductions firmly, feeling somewhat shaken at heart. The Holy Martial Stage experts that had appeared from the various powers of the Central Plains were indeed terrifying, and Tie Cang was undoubtedly a top researcher in Martial Skills.
After completing the deduction, Tie Cang’s Mind Spirit Shadow spoke again, "You can leave now!"
Finishing these words, Sikong Jing’s consciousness was immediately thrust out of the illusion of Tie Cang’s Wuming Stone, fully returning to reality.
But just as he returned to reality, he found everyone around him staring intently at him and heard someone say, "Why hasn’t he returned to reality? Hasn’t he truly given up after the thirteenth ring?"
This sentence made the corner of Sikong Jing’s mouth twitch silently.
Indeed, the six rings he flicked after the initial twelve had not been heard by anyone; they only heard twelve rings.
The next moment, Sikong Jing heard someone continue, "The Peak Master is probably almost here. If the Peak Master arrives just when he rings for the thirteenth time, that would be thrilling. That scene would definitely be spectacular."
When this voice fell, Sikong Jing couldn’t help but be stunned.
Then he gently furrowed his brows, thinking, "It seems that twelve rings were still too conspicuous. Even the Sacred Canggu Peak Master has come to see me; had I known, I would have rung fewer times."
Sikong Jing remained standing, feeling somewhat helpless.
He did not want to attract too much attention now; he just wanted to return quickly to the East Dominator Branch.
If the Canggu Peak Master came, it would be troublesome if he was not as easy-going as Cang Lin and insisted on keeping him or tried to poach him.
More importantly, Sikong Jing still had not shed the Demon Scale completely.
If the other party wanted to inspect his body, they might force him to remove his outer garments, leading to a heap of trouble later.
"It’s a bit troublesome, but..."
Sikong Jing murmured to himself, his gaze suddenly fell on the Tie Cang’s Wuming Stone in front of him, and then his eyes flashed, and the Spiritual Platform Sea Power silently flickered out again.
In the next moment, it touched the various Martial Arts Trace above, and then triggered them!
Buzz buzz buzz...
The Martial Arts Trace on the Wuming Stone exploded at that instant, with traces bursting forth brilliant radiance, immediately capturing the attention of everyone around, including those from Cang Yuan, who exclaimed, "What’s going on?"
And just as everyone was drawn to the Martial Arts Trace...
Sikong Jing had already retracted the Spiritual Platform Sea Power, and his body quietly flashed out, escaping the vicinity of Tie Cang’s Wuming Stone.
At the same time, he disrupted the surrounding space, preventing the Soul Returning Mirror from restoring just now’s scene.
And as Sikong Jing left, Cang Yuan said, "Seems like someone triggered the Martial Arts Trace of the Wuming Stone. Who did it?"
Triggering the Martial Arts Trace is not a very difficult task; it can be done as long as one has a deep understanding of Martial Skills. But usually, on the Sacred Canggu Peak territory, people wouldn’t dare to do so as it’s a provocative act.
Just as Cang Yuan was puzzled, a spectator suddenly shouted, "The dark-clothed youth, he... he’s gone."
At these words, Cang Yuan looked towards Sikong Jing’s original position with a huge shock and then was dumbfounded.
Suddenly, he understood who had triggered the Martial Arts Trace: it was the dark-clothed youth. He had already exited the illusion, and he seemed to have no desire to interact with anyone from the Sacred Canggu Peak.
He ran away, escaping right in front of him. How could he explain this to the Peak Master?
Amid Cang Yuan’s confusion..., swish swish swish!
Figures suddenly descended from the sky, it was Tie Binghun and a group of elders from the Sacred Canggu Peak, they had finally arrived.
Thud...
Upon seeing the Peak Master and others, Cang Yuan immediately knelt down before them and quickly recounted what had just happened.
His face was pale, he was trembling all over, knowing how important the dark-clothed youth was to the Sacred Canggu Peak.
As Cang Yuan spoke, even his voice was dry and hoarse...
Staring dead at Cang Yuan, Tie Binghun was dumbfounded too, his whole body trembling violently, and he hurriedly took out the Soul Returning Mirror to see Sikong Jing’s departure.
However, the space had already been disrupted beyond recovery.
Tie Binghun and the others naturally knew that it must have been the dark-clothed youth disrupting the space upon leaving, causing the Soul Returning Mirror to fail.
Now, they couldn’t capture his departure trajectory and route.
"Find him, all of you go look for him,"
Seeing the Soul Returning Mirror ineffective, Tie Binghun roared instantly.
Just as the elders were about to rush out in pursuit, he shouted again, "Wait, you all don’t know what he looks like, what are you looking for?"
Speaking thus, Tie Binghun looked at Cang Yuan again, roaring, "Quick, draw his appearance for me."
At these words, Cang Yuan and others were dumbstruck again; not everyone could draw.
Though Cang Yuan’s realm was not weak, drawing wasn’t a skill everyone possessed. Eventually, they could only make random sketches, which made Tie Binghun and the elders want to tear them to pieces...
What on earth did they draw?
At this time, Tie Binghun pointed to the twisted drawing in Cang Yuan’s hand and gasping asked, "What is on his face?"
Though the drawing was twisted, it still showed certain features of Sikong Jing...
Upon hearing, Cang Yuan hurriedly replied, "They are patches of strange, faint gray lines, resembling scales that have faded, probably birthmarks."
Listening to Cang Yuan’s explanation, Tie Binghun muttered, "Search for him according to these strange gray birthmarks."
After this command went out... swish swish swish!
The elders of the Sacred Canggu Peak immediately dispersed, vanishing around Tie Cang’s Wuming Stone, and they surely memorized the features of the dark-clothed youth — those peculiar faint gray birthmarks on his face...
However, Tie Binghun didn’t know that the marks on Sikong Jing’s face were not birthmarks but the faded traces of Demon Scales not yet fully shed.
According to Sikong Jing’s estimate, they should fully disappear in two days.
At this time, a peak master beside Tie Binghun who hadn’t immediately pursued asked in a low voice, "Peak Master, who do you think this young man could be? Why would he just run away? We aren’t going to eat him; the good reputation of our Sacred Canggu Peak is widely known."
