After dealing with Yao Shunyu, the battle between Black-robed Wu and Water Lord was also nearing its end. This time, however, Wu was at a disadvantage. It was clear that Water Lord's abilities countered him. More and more mud clung to the blade, growing stickier by the moment. Without it, Wu's threat would be greatly diminished. Water Lord's terror was plain to see from the fact that he ranked among the worlds of the two enforcers on the bus.
After another fierce clash, Wu was sent flying. He landed and staggered back more than a dozen steps before finally steadying himself. The mud giant stumbled backward too, each step shaking the earth.
But when Wu tried to charge again, he realized he couldn't move. Countless tendrils of mud had wrapped around his legs and were still crawling upward.
The next second, the mud giant's fist came crashing down with tremendous force. Amid a deafening roar like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting, a deep crater appeared in the ground. The giant's punch had sunk several yards into the earth.
After that blow, the entire island fell silent.
The mud giant slowly straightened and reached into the crater, pulling out something that it casually tossed onto the ground. The Fatty swayed, nearly collapsing, but Jiang Cheng caught him just in time.
It was a mangled humanoid corpse. Even through the blood and gore, the black trench coat wrapped around it was recognizable. The fearsome aura that had surrounded Wu had vanished, too. The Fatty stared blankly at the body. A few seconds later, his eyes reddened, and big tears spilled down his cheeks. He suddenly wrenched free of Jiang Cheng, grabbed the dagger on the ground, and charged forward.
Too many people who shouldn't have died had died along the way.