They Would Win

Chen Xinjie's gaze sharpened. There was no time to think. He swept his trident upward, and blue-gold Sea God power surged along its shaft, forming a crescent-shaped water blade that met the lightning claws.

Clang—!

A deafening metallic crash erupted as arcs of lightning and waves of water scattered in every direction.

Chen Xinjie felt a numbing shock travel through the trident. Even the sea beneath his feet was pressed several meters downward by that force. His arms sank slightly, and turmoil roiled in his heart.

This power... was actually no weaker than the God Realm?!

Before he could think further, lightning flashed, and Thunderclap Black Hand was already upon him.

His appearance was terrifying. The surface of his once fairly well-built human form was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, as though the glaze of an exquisite porcelain vessel had been forcibly shattered. Thick black mist churned from the fissures.

Half his face had already lost its human shape, revealing a massive, blazing golden eye beneath. The sclera gleamed coldly, while the iris was molten orange-yellow, radiating savage ferocity. His fitted clothes had long since shattered, and lightning arcs darted constantly beneath his exposed skin. With every step, a ring of electric sparks exploded across the sea.

"You old bastard, didn't expect this, did you?"

Jinglei let out a strange laugh and alternated his fists in a barrage of blows.

Thunder-Rending Claw came one strike after another, every claw targeting a vital point around Chen Xinjie's body. He was so fast that only afterimages remained. His punches carried the roar of thunder, while lightning spread along the claw winds, sealing off every angle of escape.

Chen Xinjie snorted coldly, his trident spinning so densely in his hands that not a drop of water could pass through.

The trident carried the heavy