All doubts vanished into smoke after Sikong Jing's spear strike!
At the same time, even Zhang Duiyi, Weng Ting, and the other four battle body geniuses were utterly shocked. They too were left speechless.
Weng Ting's understanding of Sikong Jing's combat strength still remained at the time before the Tyrant Soul Secret Academy—namely, his movement technique that countered her battle body.
Though Weng Ting knew that Sikong Jing was now much stronger than he had been then, she had still believed that his main combat skill relied on his movement technique.
She had not witnessed him slay the four Shi Yu assassins, so she had assumed he had relied on that strange movement technique as well.
But she had seen with perfect clarity when his crossbow pierced Old Ling...
He had indeed relied on his movement technique then. She had never imagined that Sikong Jing's spear could be so terrifyingly overbearing too. That strike just now, like an Iron-Wing Divine Vulture, had been ferocious to the extreme.
That dreadful savage might was as though a true ferocious beast had descended.
The Zhang siblings did not know much about Sikong Jing. They only knew that he had undergone spirit-martial fusion and defeated Wan Tonghui, and that Duanmu Chun had praised him without end. Only now did they truly witness Sikong Jing's strength.
"He's too strong. Is he really not a battle body?" Zhang Duiyin finally could not help speaking, her voice slightly hoarse.
Yet Zhang Duiyi did not answer. He continued staring fixedly at Sikong Jing's back, his mind still filled with that terrifying Iron-Wing spear strike. He believed he could take it, but it absolutely would not be easy.
"Was I truly wrong?"
Hua Meixi murmured to herself. She recalled her father Hua Lidian's many praises for Sikong Jing. She