Water Curtain Art

Zhao Ziyue's face went cold as he muttered an incantation:

"Essence of Kan Water, gather and take form.

"Spiritual breath circulates, the curtain shields my body.

"Water ripples and surges, defending against enemies unseen."

The Water Spiritual Power within his body was drawn forth, swiftly forming a curtain of water before him.

Then he thrust both hands forward, and the watery mist immediately turned into an obscuring haze that rapidly spread outward.

The force of this move even suppressed the Fire Spiritual Power on the other side.

For a moment, Li Mengyang could not even see his opponent, his vision in every direction completely obstructed.

Even his Spiritual Sense was temporarily unable to accurately scan Zhao Ziyue.

He could only determine a rough location, nothing more.

"Water Curtain Art!"

"This is the hardest spell to learn among high-grade spells. Even among Water-Control Pavilion's official disciples, only a few have mastered it!"

"Zhao Ziyue was utterly unknown—who would have thought he possessed such ability?"

At that moment, the spectators beneath the arena—

Especially the Water-Control Pavilion disciples with Water Spirit Roots—all widened their eyes.

Spells that required their incantations to be spoken beforehand were never simple. They were often exceedingly powerful.

Water Curtain Art seemed to be only three words, but it could actually evolve into many different methods.

This watery mist barrier was one of them. It could confuse opponents and even weaken Spiritual Sense perception.

Only after Xu Changqing, Hu Bugui, and Li Sancai heard the surrounding discussion did they realize just how formidable Lao Zhao was.

But the more they learned, the more shocked they became.

After all, Zhao Ziyue's greatest impression on people had always been fishing.

It felt as though he would rather fish than cultivate, so how had he suddenly become this powerful?

Now that