Going by Water Lord's expectations, after he'd delivered such a stirring speech, Jiang Cheng and the others should have shown their admiration, or at least something like it. Unfortunately, they did nothing of the sort. They remained perfectly calm. Stranger still, they'd stopped looking at him and were now staring at something just off to the side.
It was as if, from that moment on, he was no longer the main character.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
Water Lord jumped at the sound and whipped around. About four or five meters away, a black-clad figure leaned against a pavilion pillar, clapping slowly but forcefully. An unsheathed black sword dangled casually beneath his arm.
Wu watched him in silence and nodded in approval, as if Water Lord's commitment to keeping his word had touched him.
Water Lord stared blankly at Wu, then looked up at the Water Mirror he'd summoned. It still hung in midair, and the little boat still floated on the vast, boundless lake. But this time, both people aboard it had vanished.
Even from this distance, the Fatty could see the question marks practically floating over Water Lord's head. After all, he'd just bragged that his barrier could keep Wu out, only to be proven wrong so quickly.
And now the two Wus stood together, one on either side—a truly theatrical sight.
Wu glanced up at the Water Mirror, then blurred out of sight. The next instant, he appeared in front of it. Right before Water Lord's eyes, he stepped one leg through the mirror, then pulled it back out.
Seeing that Water Lord still couldn't make sense of it, Wu simply climbed through the mirror twice. When he was done, he looked back at Water Lord as if asking, "Understand now?"
Before Water Lord could react, a burst of