The Water Man attacked again, sword light pouring down like a waterfall.
Yet Jiang Fan suddenly stopped dodging. Instead, he closed his eyes.
Inside him, the trace of true intent from the Law of Water that he had just captured during his battle with the Water Man was slowly circulating.
"Water has no constant form; it takes shape according to what contains it..."
"When soft, it is like silk; when hard, it is like iron..."
"When gathered, it becomes rivers and seas; when scattered, it becomes clouds and mist..."
"..."
Images flashed through Jiang Fan's mind of how Master Cangming had just manipulated water's transformations...
That trace of true intent from the Law of Water gradually became clear within his consciousness...
He extended a hand and lightly tapped with his fingertip.
A drop of water condensed at his fingertip.
The droplet looked ordinary, but the instant it appeared, the power of law erupted.
"Go!"
Jiang Fan shouted.
The droplet shot out, striking the tip of the sword thrusting toward him with perfect precision.
Clink!
A crisp ring spread through the entire space.
The longsword in the Water Man's hand suddenly froze.
The current along the sword blade instantly fell into disorder, as if it had lost control.
Splash!
Immediately after, it turned into a puddle of clear water and fell to the ground.
The Water Man's gaze tightened, as though it found this unbelievable, and its entire body trembled slightly.
It beckoned.
The longsword condensed once more.
Then, with a flick of its hand, sword radiance filled the sky and came cleaving down fiercely toward Jiang Fan.
Facing this supremely powerful strike, Jiang Fan remained calm and unhurried.
"The Law of Water is not merely the transformation of form, but also... control!"
He opened his eyes, and a glimmer of