Luo Susu's gaze suddenly sharpened as she watched the astral force rising from the brawny man's fist. That solid fist force shot straight into the heavens like wolf smoke ignited atop a beacon tower, and within it came the faint roar of a raging lion.
"This lay disciple of the Eastern Victory Sect possesses incomparably pure inner power from the Buddhist Sect, as well as Lion's Roar and Flame Blade. How could he leave such a flaw as his back exposed?"
Her tone grew ever more anxious. "When masters clash, victory and defeat are decided in the space of a thread. Turning around with his back exposed means he has already lost the initiative."
Mei Qingsu also spoke worriedly. "Sky-Hooking Old Man's Three Soul-Severing Hooks are a Soul Seizure art. Without any guard against them, once they pierce flesh, they only burrow deeper into the body. This is likely to go badly."
Before he could finish speaking, the lake suddenly changed!
The crowd saw the old fisherman flick his rod, and a fishing net descended like black clouds pressing down upon the city.
The brawny man had already thrown his punch. He stomped on the skiff, borrowed the force to soar into the air, and smashed his fist viciously toward Xie Guan.
The skiff was stomped into a lopsided tilt, one side pitching downward.
At that very moment, the previously tranquil lake suddenly exploded with a water column more than ten feet high.
From the center of the whirlpool, a blood-filled maw packed with sharp teeth burst from the water, its ghastly white fangs aimed straight at the tottering skiff.
Through the splashing waves, a huge body of glossy black scales could vaguely be seen swimming swiftly beneath the water.
The youth standing at the bow did not move.