Chapter 340: Grandmaster of Water Technique
Chapter 340: Grandmaster of Water Technique
victory?
luo shuang glared angrily at huangfu yue.
didn't you see master being knocked into the water? you treacherous woman...
she shook off huangfu yue's hand and moved to rescue du ge.
but the next scene froze her in place. cao lin, who had been pursuing du ge in mid-air, suddenly seemed to be paused, then let out a sound that was completely out of place on the battlefield.
"ugh!"
short and urgent.
as if someone had stabbed him in the butt.
luo shuang clearly saw cao lin's legs clench together, and the myriad of blade shadows vanished instantly.
what was going on?
she quickly turned to huangfu yue, seeking answers, but saw only a glimmer in huangfu yue's eyes. her cheeks were flushed, her breath rapid, and her gaze held a mix of excitement and anticipation.
recalling huangfu yue's earlier words that du ge had won, luo shuang frowned.
what had happened?
why did huangfu yue know, but she didn't?
had her master and huangfu yue been hiding something from her?
the thought made luo shuang's heart sink, and she clenched her fists tightly. no, she didn't want another mistress over her head.
...
the most frustrated was cao lin.
he never expected someone to use such a despicable technique in battle.
who would have thought those soft water currents could be controlled so deftly?
who would have thought that water could turn to ice?
how could he attack there...
not a eunuch!
it was only his quick reflexes that allowed him to expel the invading ice block in time.
otherwise.
the ice block that stabbed into his abdomen might have pierced right through.
even so, cao lin still felt a burning pain in his rear and a twisting agony in his abdomen, unsure how many intestines had been severed.
since becoming a grandmaster, he hadn't suffered such a severe injury in a long time.
and those scattered water currents continued to annoyingly invade his mouth, nose, and cloaca...
disgusting!
unforgivable!
cao lin's true energy spread throughout his body, blocking the water currents that coiled around him. enduring the excruciating pain in his abdomen, he raised his blade again, slashing at du ge in the yang river below. r
every grandmaster has their own martial insights, and cao lin, having risen from the battlefield, had comprehended the way of slaughter. his path of slaughter carried a strong aura of bloodshed, unstoppable and unbreakable.
after reaching the innate stage, his true energy was endless, but it couldn't withstand the killing intent.
in cao lin's view, du ge being able to withstand his three strikes already showed he had the strength of a half-step grandmaster.
but a half-step grandmaster was not a grandmaster.
without comprehending his own martial path, he would never be his match.
...
difficult!
hiding in the water, du ge looked at cao lin in the sky and sighed inwardly. his strength and speed were not inferior to cao lin's, but his true energy couldn't extend as far.
after one water-based sneak attack, cao lin had sealed all his wounds, making an internal breakthrough impossible.
unlike his half-baked master in dragon fang, cao lin could genuinely protect himself with true energy for extended periods.
hiding in the water, du ge racked his brain for a way to break the stalemate. suddenly, he sensed something unusual.
his affinity with the surrounding water seemed to be increasing.
something's wrong?
mental power?
he instinctively opened his personal interface.
sure enough.
in the short time he had been fighting, his mental power had surged again, reaching an astonishing 330,000?
what was going on?
was someone secretly helping him?
bai long?
but bai long had no reason to do so.
if pan-universal entertainment rigged the odds by secretly boosting his mental power, wouldn't that ruin the casino's reputation if discovered?
thinking too much in battle was obviously inappropriate.
du ge quickly discarded his doubts.
no matter what, an increase in mental power was a good thing, meaning he could now easily accomplish what he couldn't before.
du ge had an exceptional combat talent.
he looked at cao lin in the sky, then at the water he had lifted into the air. an idea struck him, and a large mass of water suddenly condensed above cao lin, forming a smooth, large ice block.
then.
the shape of the ice block rapidly changed, becoming a convex lens with a thick center and thin edges. he adjusted the direction of the lens.
sunlight passed through the lens, converging into a dazzling bright spot, directly shining on cao lin's face.
blinded by the strong light.
cao lin instinctively squinted. having experienced countless battles, he had used the blade to reflect sunlight and affect the enemy's vision.
he was prepared for this.
but the next second, he screamed in agony. when the bright spot moved to his face, it felt like scalding molten iron was poured onto his skin.
blisters formed on his face, his eyes were burned, and he was plunged into darkness.
damn it?
what was happening?
he had clearly formed an ice block; why was it emitting such scorching heat, hotter than boiling water...
cao lin was puzzled, but his hands didn't stop. one slash shattered the lens du ge had formed.
water magic could be this terrifying?
blood tears streamed down cao lin's face.
he tightly closed his eyes, relying on his senses to strike at du ge in the yang river with the most ferocious slash of his life.
this slash nearly split the yang river in two. the water surged to the banks, unable to flow back for a long time, even exposing the riverbed mud.
at this moment, cao lin was filled with immense grief. before coming, he thought he could easily defeat du ge. who would have thought he would be the first to get injured?
moreover.
up to now, he hadn't even wounded his opponent.
now, his injuries were worsening.
he could only unleash his river-splitting slash three times at most.
he had already decided that if he couldn't kill du ge within three slashes, he must retreat.
judging by the time, his troops should be arriving soon.
in his current state, if du ge used the yang river's water, he couldn't stop him...
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