Water Rises, and So Do the Waves

A deep blue-green aura flared around Scarlson, dense and viscous, clearly tempered and refined through countless trials.

He had become a Fighter at twenty-seven. After nearly twenty years of training and cultivation, his skill, willpower, experience, and everything else had reached their peak. He had absolute confidence in his own combat strength.

Yet although he was a Fighter, he was not someone who worshipped violence.

From their earlier conversation, he had concluded that Chen Chuan was someone who believed martial strength was supreme. That was why he had proposed settling the matter through force.

At that moment, he fixed his gaze ahead. Chen Chuan's upright figure stood there, Platinum Golden Flame flickering over his body as great clouds of white steam billowed upward and drifted away, as if an inexhaustible force were driving them from behind. Reflected upon the water, they shrouded the lake and sky in a hazy white mist, making it seem as if they had entered some ethereal mystical realm.

In a low voice, he said, "Director Chen, you're a Fighter born and raised in Great Shun. You probably know little about foreign fighting techniques, do you? But I've studied Great Shun's fighting arts in depth, so you'd best be careful."

Chen Chuan looked at him. "Thank you for the warning."

At the edge of the airship's terrace above, Corva crouched there, watching the two men standing on the lake with excitement.

Judging from their presence and the Spiritual Fire radiating from them, he realized that Chen Chuan was not inferior to Scarlson in the slightest.

He could not help but marvel from the bottom of his heart.

This level of performance far surpassed that of over ninety percent of Fighters who had only attained the rank for a year. But that was good—this would make things