Berserk God of War-Chapter 82 - 0 Stand Up and Join Forces

At that moment, Su Yue Immortal looked like an angry black mother cat, her fur bristling as she pounced.

But Wen Lie dodged with a swift movement, bursting out in laughter.

"Really good, your luck is so fortuitous."

"However, now the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel is mine, the few days you’ve been missing will be compensated by it."

But Su Yue Immortal still twisted her face, her body flashing again as she attacked Wen Lie, "I’m telling you, give it back to me!"

Bang!

Wen Lie suddenly raised his leg, striking heavily into Su Yue Immortal’s abdomen, causing her to cry out and crash to the ground.

Afterward, Wen Lie dashed, grabbed Su Yue Immortal’s hair, and pulled her head up.

"Substitute, don’t refuse the toast only to drink the forfeit."

"I’ll give the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel to the young master, and perhaps I will speak a few kind words for you in front of him."

Su Yue Immortal’s neck was pulled upward, her whole body trembling violently as she said, "Return the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel to me."

For her, it didn’t matter whether it was the young master or not; she just wanted the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel back.

Wen Lie chuckled darkly, responding, "Do you know why your code name is ’substitute’? Because you’re merely a replacement for the person the young master wants. Has the young master ever looked at you properly since you arrived?"

"Now, I’m giving you a chance to speak well of you; don’t miss it."

After speaking, Wen Lie forcefully dropped Su Yue Immortal’s head.

Nonchalantly, he picked up the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel, turned around, and was about to leave, but in that instant, his gaze suddenly froze. He saw a young man holding a long spear standing at the entrance of the alleyway.

Wen Lie’s eyes flashed with murderous intent; they were assassins, and anyone who had seen their schemes had to die.

Instantly, Wen Lie’s desire to kill surged.

He, step by step, walked toward the spear-wielding man, and the spear-wielding man also met him step by step.

Suddenly, Wen Lie stopped in front of the spear-wielding man, his lips twitching slightly as he said, "Has anyone ever told you that meddling in other’s affairs and eavesdropping can be lethal?"

At this time, Su Yue Immortal, who was lying on the ground streaming with tears, also saw this scene.

But the alley was too narrow, and she couldn’t see clearly the man blocked by Wen Lie; she just saw him holding a long spear.

She laughed miserably, not only had she lost the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel, but she had also implicated someone else.

Wen Lie was an Earth Realm assassin; she simply couldn’t defeat him.

And inside little Yunye City, excluding the City Lord, there wasn’t another Earth Realm individual.

This spear-wielding man was doomed.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out; the spear-wielding man said, "Has anyone told you that the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel in your hands was captured by me and also sent out by me?"

It was that butcher, the man who had gifted her the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel; his name was Sikong.

"Hmm?" Wen Lie paused, instinctively glancing toward Su Yue Immortal behind him.

Su Yue Immortal’s eyes widened, she screamed, "Hurry, leave! You are no match for him, you will die."

Even if this Sikong was extraordinarily strange, the gap between the Dark Realm Fourth Level and the Earth Realm was absolutely impossible to close.

Anyone who entered the Earth Realm had transcended the category of ordinary martial artists.

However, Sikong Jing’s lips twitched: "Maybe elsewhere it would be true, but in this narrow alley, I won’t die."

Boom!

A violent killing intent, a Battle Aura, and the animalistic pressure belonging to the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts emanated from Sikong Jing’s body, condensing into a mighty flood in the narrow alley and brutally crushing outward.

Wen Lie’s expression instantly solidified, a flicker of fear crossing his face.

He seemed to have stepped into a path to the Netherworld.

"Startling Thunder, charge!" Sikong Jing’s voice exploded beside his ear, his spear unstoppable as it moved with terrifying momentum.

With a loud bang, Wen Lie was struck fiercely, his body seemingly falling apart as it was flung backward, smashing onto the ground of the alley several times before almost flying out of the alley the next second.

But, with a clang!

The long spear caught up with Wen Lie’s flying body like thunder, plunging deeply into the ground after a cry of alarm. Wen Lie’s body impacted on the shaft of the spear and then bounced back, landing not far from Su Yue Immortal.

The next moment, Sikong Jing landed on the spear shaft, pointing at Su Yue Immortal and said, "You’re the substitute, right? Stand up and join me in killing him."

Su Yue Immortal froze, then stood up and fiercely thrust her sword towards Wen Lie!

Meanwhile, Wen Lie let out a cry and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

But he still slowly stood up, his face coldly staring at Su Yue Immortal, "Substitute, you dare point a sword at me?"

A murderous aura surged, causing Su Yue Immortal’s mind to tremble.

Wen Lie was her chief instructor and mentor within the assassin organization, as well as a direct subordinate of the young master. Ever since being taken away ten years ago, she had been trained by him through various terrifying training methods, instilling an inexplicable sense of fear in her.

"Are you really teaming up with a regular man?"

"How amusing, utterly amusing."

"You are my assassin... now I command you to kill this man with your own hands, or you will live a fate worse than death."

Wen Lie wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, pointing towards Sikong Jing who stood on the spear shaft.

Su Yue Immortal trembled again, glancing at Sikong Jing then staring at the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel in Wen Lie’s hand, her sword trembling continuously.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing’s voice rose.

"The Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel is for treating your father’s illness, right? Which is more important to you, your father’s life or your duty as an assassin?"

"And are you truly willing to be an assassin?"

With a jolt, Su Yue Immortal’s sword-holding hand suddenly stopped shaking.

His voice seemed to carry magical power, and of course, she was not willingly an assassin, always thinking of leaving this organization, always wanting... to go home!

Seeing this, Wen Lie furiously turned around, glaring intensely at Sikong Jing.

"Dark Realm Fourth Level, such terrifying bursting power and murderous intent, yet able to break my mental pressure, who exactly are you?"

At that moment, Wen Lie finally took Sikong Jing seriously, having been mentally oppressing Su Yue Immortal until then.

It was a technique of a superior assassin, intimidation used on a lesser assassin.

Yet this man in front of him effortlessly broke that pressure with just a few words, liberating Su Yue Immortal from her fear.

But Wen Lie did not know that for the once Invincible God General, such trivial suppression was too simple to break.

Sikong Jing gave a calm smile, "I am, the one who will kill you."

With those words, Sikong Jing pushed down on the spear shaft, and like a cannonball, charged directly at Wen Lie, his five fingers spread behind him as the long spear launched automatically into his hand, followed by another swift thrust.

"Dark Realm Fourth Level, did you think you could be as lucky as you were just now every time?"

Wen Lie sneered coldly, having been thrown off by Sikong Jing’s first strike merely due to surprise, but this time he wouldn’t let it happen.

However, just as he was about to take action, his spine tingled and he spun around, thrusting his sword.

Clang...

It was Su Yue Immortal striking at him with her sword.

Wen Lie angrily exclaimed, "Substitute, you really dare strike at me, do you want your family to die without a burial site, with all their records in the young master’s hands?"

Upon hearing this, a towering rage surged within Su Yue Immortal, she shouted lowly, "Kill!"

Using her own family as a threat, Wen Lie deserved even more to die.