Berserk

Even berserkers might never master the skill Berserk. It demanded exceptional physical conditioning, and as a secret technique of the Warrior Temple, it could not be learned without sufficient merit.

Yet Sima Xian, a priest, had actually used Berserk.

Holy fucking shit!

Although the other contestants had already witnessed this bald giant's ferocity in the earlier rounds, seeing it again still shocked them.

Did this guy fucking switch classes from berserker to priest?

Of course, they had never heard of anyone changing classes.

Jiang Feng watched Sima Xian with interest. An incredibly fierce aura erupted from Sima Xian, shredding his priest robes and exposing his muscles of steel.

His eyes reddened slightly as he swung his staff at Jiang Feng like a vicious bandit.

So this bastard was using his priest's staff as an iron club.

But Jiang Feng was not afraid in the slightest. Berserk increased physical strength by fifty percent, making it a powerful skill that allowed its user to fight opponents above their level.

Unfortunately, the gap between Sima Xian and Jiang Feng was simply too great.

One was at level six of the Fifth Order, while the other was only at level nine of the fourth order.

Even with a fifty-percent increase in strength, Sima Xian still fell far short of Jiang Feng in a contest of brute force.

Sima Xian swung his iron club with a fierce whistle. Watching from below, Lin Xin's mouth twitched as he remembered how Sima Xian had smashed straight through his Elemental Fire Shield in the first round of the Round-Robin Tournament.

What a fucking meathead.

The Holy Sword skill remained active on both swords in Jiang Feng's hands, temporarily enchanting the refined-iron blades and making them just sturdy enough to withstand the battle before him.

He suddenly swung both swords, sending countless sword afterimages thrusting toward Sima Xian.

Clang, clang, clang...

A dense barrage of metallic clashes rang out. Sima Xian felt as though he had taken dozens of heavy blows in an instant.

Jiang Feng's thrusts might have looked light and effortless, but the terrifying force behind them was difficult for even the berserk Sima Xian to withstand.

With a deft flick of his sword, Jiang Feng knocked the iron club out of Sima Xian's hands. Then a lightning-fast Thrust carried him behind Sima Xian, where he kicked him squarely in the backside.

With a smack, Sima Xian pitched forward and landed in an undignified heap.

Just as he tried to get up, Jiang Feng's Fine Iron Heavy Sword came to rest on his shoulder.

"Sorry about that." Jiang Feng smiled apologetically and reached out to pull him up.

"Fourth match of the seventh round of the Round-Robin Tournament, Jiang Feng wins!" the referee announced loudly.

Sima Xian rubbed his gleaming bald head and chuckled. "Let me congratulate you in advance on qualifying as the top of our group."

"Oh, you think that highly of me, Brother Sima? You've got a good eye." Jiang Feng smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Well, your strength speaks for itself, Brother Jiang. If you don't take first place, who will?" Finding Jiang Feng easy to talk to, Sima Xian laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.

"I really hope we end up in the same Demon Hunt Squad," Sima Xian said hopefully.

"If that happens, well... that'd be great." Jiang Feng's smile grew a little awkward.

When it came to choosing a priest, strength did not really matter to him. But he still wanted a proper priest, one who could cast Healing Spell-not someone like Sima Xian.

As far as Jiang Feng was concerned, any priest, regardless of cultivation, would be more reliable than Sima Xian.

True, Jiang Feng hardly needed healing. His undying body alone could quickly mend his injuries, but his teammates would not have an undying body.

And Jiang Feng was a Retribution Knight. Although he could choose to learn some Guardian Knight skills, such as those focused on healing, that was another matter.

Doing so would undoubtedly place serious limits on Jiang Feng's offensive power. It simply was not worth it.

Therefore, Jiang Feng had no desire to share a Demon Hunt Squad with Sima Xian.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, on defeating a Fourth Order priest. Calculating battle rewards."

"Ding! Congratulations, host, on receiving 100 system coins. Current balance: 3,601."

Jiang Feng returned to sit beside Lin Xin and asked with a smile, "How was that?"

Lin Xin let out a long breath and sighed in satisfaction. "That felt good!"

"Thanks for getting some payback for me, Brother Jiang," Lin Xin said gratefully.

"We're brothers. No need to thank me." Jiang Feng quickly waved a hand.

Lin Xin sneered inwardly. If you hadn't stunned me with how fast you grabbed my pills back then, I might actually believe that bullshit.

On the surface, Lin Xin continued smiling and chatting with Jiang Feng.

The fifth match of the day was about to begin, and Jiang Feng got up and left the Trial Arena.

He sensed no sincerity in his conversation with Lin Xin, so he decided to find someone genuine.

As Jiang Feng walked out of the Knight Trial Arena, Jiang Xinran happened to emerge from the magic Trial Arena.

Was this a coincidence?

This was fucking fate!

Jiang Feng hurried over to her. Once Jiang Xinran saw that it was him, she said nothing and silently headed toward the hotel with her head lowered.

Noticing Jiang Xinran's low spirits, Jiang Feng quickly asked, "What's wrong? Did you lose your match?"

"Yeah, I lost again. Including today, I've already lost three matches." Jiang Xinran looked miserable and utterly dispirited.

"There's no way I can qualify now. I'll just muddle through the next two matches and get it over with." For once, there was no smile on Jiang Xinran's face. She looked dejected.

"You're getting greedy. I remember someone saying her only goal was to become a member of a Demon Hunt Squad. Why the sudden change?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile.

"I just wanted to go a little further," Jiang Xinran muttered, pouting.

"Making the top sixteen wouldn't do you much good anyway. Do you think you could make the top three?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Not now, but I'll definitely win the next tournament," Jiang Xinran replied defiantly.

She was eighteen now, and in five years she would only be twenty-three, still within the age limit for the Demon Hunt Squad Selection Tournament.

But she was already at the peak of the fourth order and could break through to the Fifth Order at any moment. In five years, she would most likely be at the Sixth Order or Seventh Order.

Why the hell would she compete then? Just to stomp the weaklings?

Even if she won the championship, how could she form a Demon Hunt Squad when the gap between her and the other contestants was so vast?

One god carrying five deadweights?

"I'll definitely be at the Sixth Order in five years. Winning a championship shouldn't be hard," Jiang Xinran huffed.

"The Sixth Order? Is that all you're aiming for? Stick with me. If you haven't reached the Seventh Order in five years, I lose." Jiang Feng snorted.

"And what happens if you lose?" Jiang Xinran asked.

"Then you get me as your prize." Jiang Feng chuckled.

"Who would want you?" Jiang Xinran blushed and spoke with utter disdain.

"Heh, a loss is a loss. You're only eighteen. Lots of the contestants are already in their twenties. You're still young." Jiang Feng patted Jiang Xinran's head and gently consoled her.

Jiang Xinran's pretty face reddened. She slapped Jiang Feng's hand away and asked, "Then how old are you, exactly?"

"Eighteen, eighteen! How many times do I have to say it? I'm eighteen this year. We were having a perfectly nice conversation. Why are you making it about me again?" Jiang Feng replied helplessly.

"I don't believe you." Jiang Xinran challenged his claim.

There was no way Jiang Feng would tell her his real age. If Jiang Xinran found out he was only fifteen, he could already picture what would happen. She would mock him mercilessly.

Given Jiang Xinran's personality, Jiang Feng might even end up with another nickname like "little brat."