Cough, cough.
Too noisy.
A cough suddenly drifted down from the distant mountaintop.
A young Eastern man dressed like a beggar stood atop a bluestone, the rising sun at his back.
An immortal aura seemed to radiate from within him.
He looked at Friedrich from afar and gently shook his head.
As though saying, After making such a mess, you still need me to clean it up?
Friedrich's face twitched.
That entrance did have some artistic flair. If you weren't dressed like that, even I might have believed it.
Seriously, why are you still trying to look cool here?
Run while you still can!
Yellow-Eyed Viper turned his gun toward Liu Di on the mountaintop and said in a low voice, "Eastern Master? Or perhaps I should call you an Eastern fraud now!"
Liu Di let out a soft sigh and slowly closed his eyes.
For a moment, even the wind in the mountains seemed to stand still.
Everyone sensed something strange.
Liu Di said, "Eastern secret arts emphasize the unity of mind and spirit. Observe all things with your heart. All things possess spirit, and all things can be commanded."
The crowd was stunned.
It actually sounded somewhat convincing. Damn it, the immersion was too strong.
Liu Di extended both hands before his chest and slowly pressed them downward.
Everyone felt the ground tremble faintly, though it also seemed like an illusion.
Liu Di stepped forward into a bow stance.
The torn hems of his pants fluttered slightly.
"Hold your breath and focus. Witness the might of the East."
Liu Di slowly extended a hand, then suddenly thrust it forward.
At that moment, ripples appeared out of thin air on the river nearby, waves spreading layer upon layer across its entire surface!
"What's happening to the river?!"
The crowd