"Raging tides rise, as if heaven descends; boundless heavenly waters emerge from infinity."
Watching Lu Bu charge toward him, Huangfu Wuliang's expression turned solemn. He circulated his cultivation art, and the falling rain around him gathered behind him into a surging curtain of water hundreds of feet high.
"How is this possible? This Xing Wang of Great Feng now, he...?"
"This kind of power—compared to before, was that even a martial contest? Is this really the same person?"
"Raising hundred-foot waves with one hand... this Xing Wang of Great Feng is a little terrifying!"
In an instant, merely seeing Huangfu Wuliang's opening move and sensing that terrifying pressure, many powerful spectators outside the arena were utterly shocked and cried out in amazement.
Compared to what Duke An had faced before, if the previous Huangfu Wuliang had been a cup of water, then the current one was a whole vat. If before he had been a small river, then now he was an endless expanse of great rivers.
They were completely on different levels. Looking at it now, Huangfu Wuliang's earlier matches had simply been play—like a father beating his son.
The astonished clamor from all around did not alter Huangfu Wuliang's expression. He did not care, for his name was Huangfu Wuliang, and he cultivated the Great Feng Imperial Clan's [Boundless Sea Suppressing Art].
That name was no mistake. Huangfu Wuliang possessed no special physique, nor was his talent particularly exceptional, yet when it came to cultivating the [Boundless Sea Suppressing Art], it was as though he had been born with an instinctive mastery of it.
Over the past seven hundred years of the Great Feng Imperial Clan, aside from Patriarch Qingyun, who had passed away, no one had cultivated this peerless divine art to such a level at Huangfu