The Thunder Flood Dragon raised its head, dark clouds blanketing the sky.
With the fully charged lightning plasma aimed at him, Hu Yunting had no choice but to block the attack first, however furious he was.
Although Yue Wen's cunning had stunned everyone, he was only in the Early Astral Realm, while Hu Yunting was a Late Astral Realm true disciple of the Five Great Immortal Sects. The effects of the pills he had fed the Thunder Flood Dragon remained unknown, and they might not strengthen it enough to kill Hu Yunting in a single strike.
Meanwhile, Yue Wen's first blast of lightning plasma was about to descend. Could he really withstand it?
So far, Hu Yunting was the only one who had actually taken a hit head-on.
Both Hu Yunting's and Yue Wen's rafts were now near the edge of the Thunder Flood Dragons' range, with little distance between them. It looked as though whoever held out longer would take second place.
First place was already settled. Qi Dian had passed Reef Island and was heading toward the next checkpoint. Hu Yunting had never imagined that his bold declaration before setting out would come back to slap him in the face. Now he was the one fighting someone for second.
Just as everyone focused on which of the two could hold out longer, Yue Wen's figure flickered and vanished from his raft.
Having abruptly lost its target, the Thunder Flood Dragon froze again with its mouth full of lightning plasma, looking as though it could not decide whether to spit it out or swallow it.
"Huh?!"
Cries of surprise rose from the crowd yet again.
Anyone who had watched the Points Tournament livestream would have known that Yue Wen had a supernatural power that concealed his figure, which was