Yes.
That was exactly it.
He had not meant to. Zhao Ritian really had not meant to. He had been held underwater for far too long, and in his panic, he had started grabbing at anything and everything.
The key was that after flailing around in the water for ages, he had churned up all the mud and sand, making the water so murky he could not open his eyes.
Zhang Lang had been yammering on and on, but not a single word of that useless nonsense had reached his ears. Right now, he could only rely on instinct.
So he grabbed at whatever was within reach...
And his grip was strong!
His senses were a little numb; even his hand had no idea what it had grabbed. He thought it was a rock.
He yanked hard! There was resistance!
The smile vanished from Zhang Lang's face in an instant, and a truly... terrifying thought and premonition flooded his mind.
But Zhao Ritian was reckless as hell!
If it would not come loose, that would not do. He was counting on this thing to help him make his entrance!
That big iron hand? It tightened its grip and yanked with all its might—!
In that instant, Zhang Lang's voice shot straight up to high C!
Zhang Lang was like a skyrocket, suddenly shooting up from the ground... from the water!
Clutching his crotch, he leaped more than four meters high!
His lightness skill really was pretty good!
Zhang Lang landed on a mound of earth. Standing there, he clenched both fists, threw his head back, and screamed, "Ah—! Ah—! Oww—! Ah—!"
Everyone was stunned.
They had already been frozen half to death, and seeing Zhang Lang like this, each of them kept their distance from him.
Zhao Ritian climbed out