The golden trident sped through the stream toward Seahorse's outstretched palm. Just as it was about to fly into his hand, another hand seized it first!
Seahorse looked toward the figure beneath the waterfall, his expression turning solemn.
He knew that was his opponent this time—Simon, ranked first among the players. She was also the vessel of the Lord of R'lyeh, a dangerous factor who might very well destroy the world.
Though his weapon had been taken by his opponent before the battle had even begun, Seahorse showed no sign of panic.
That was because he trusted the golden trident. Like Thor's Mjolnir, this trident was Poseidon's exclusive weapon. Even if someone else got hold of it, they could not use it. Although Seahorse was Poseidon's agent and had inherited a portion of Poseidon's power, strictly speaking, even he could not truly unleash the full power of this divine weapon.
Fortunately, Poseidon had forcibly lifted its seal for him before he left. Now, only Poseidon and he could use the weapon. Otherwise, Seahorse would not have thrown it into the stream the moment he arrived.
In truth, Zhang Heng catching the trident as it shot through the current had already surprised Seahorse. But he could also see that Zhang Heng was not having an easy time. The trident kept trying to break free from Zhang Heng's grip, forcing him to control the surrounding water to counter that pulling force.
Yet the pull grew stronger and stronger, while the golden light on the trident became increasingly dazzling. At the same time, Zhang Heng could feel his control over the surrounding currents weakening. Without a doubt, this was another trick of the trident.
Seahorse had also noticed that the trident was about to escape Zhang Heng's control. He knew very well that