Jiang Cheng and the others were frantic inside the barrier, but no matter how loudly they shouted their explanations, their voices could not get through.
Wu Yingying tried to break the barrier with her own power, but it was futile. She was already at the end of her strength.
After a brief exchange, Water Lord grew more and more alarmed. This was practically his home turf, yet he couldn't gain the slightest advantage against Wu. Most frightening of all, Wu seemed to grow stronger the longer they fought.
Wu completely ignored his injuries and stayed close, fighting Water Lord at close range. Water Lord, who specialized in ranged attacks, was terribly frustrated. Several times he tried to find an opening to put some distance between them, but Wu kept him firmly in their grasp with strange, elusive footwork.
Water Lord had also lost himself in the fight. He reached up, ready to pluck the few tender shoots left on his head, but Wu knew how dangerous that move was. Every time Water Lord reached for his head, Wu slashed at him. If Water Lord hadn't ducked his neck quickly several times, his head would have been cut off.
"You're despicable! You have no honor!" Water Lord cursed furiously, but all he got in return were even fiercer attacks from Wu.
The two fought with ever-increasing intensity, unleashing one move after another. Their battle churned the lake into towering waves, as if even the gloomy sky overhead were about to split apart.
The Fatty watched, dumbfounded. How strange, he thought. The two had started fighting without a word, with no chance to explain anything. And from the looks of it, they were fighting even harder than they had against the president.
Jiang Cheng had sensed something was wrong early on. He