Shui Yingrong had just sat down and begun to catch his breath. His energy had only circulated halfway when he suddenly heard the sound of the sea surging.
The tide roared in, and a shout burst from its midst: "Anyone who stands in my way dies!"
He turned in alarm, only to see a handsome young man charging toward him, treading on boundless waves of flame.
"I've been waiting for you!" Yu Siqing gave a cold snort and strode straight forward to meet him.
Shui Yingrong opened his mouth to shout. That should only be an illusion! But the words reached his lips, then he swallowed them back.
If Yu Siqing dealt with Jiang Wang easily, wouldn't that make Shui Yingrong look even more useless?
He simply stood up and took a battle stance, ready to step in at any moment.
Jiang Wang had deliberately controlled the illusion, using Eight-Sound Sea-Burning—the move he had once performed in front of Shui Yingrong—because he was worried that Shui Yingrong, who had already seen it, would see through it at first glance.
Unexpectedly, Shui Yingrong had seen through it, but hadn't said a word.
Yu Siqing had already advanced to meet him, radiating supreme confidence.
He twisted his five fingers into a claw and clashed head-on with the illusion conjured by the Mirage King Pearl.
At that very moment, another Jiang Wang shot out with his sword, streaking toward another stretch of the Boundary River. It looked like a feint to draw attention east while attacking west.
But Yu Siqing pressed down with his left claw, and the illusion conjured by the Mirage King Pearl instantly crumbled. His right hand also formed a claw and slashed straight across the space before him. There was nothing there, as though he were attacking empty air.