"Splash!"
In a flash, water exploded into spray.
Lian Youming's thoughts raced. Faced with the monk's vicious grab, he neither dodged nor evaded.
"Hmph!"
Seeing this, the burly monk turned the lingering echo of his Lion's Roar into a wild howl, his voice like crashing thunder. The five fingers of his right hand curled into claws and caught Lian Youming's left leg with lightning speed. The instant they touched, his trouser leg tore into strips as though made of paper.
Lian Youming's expression remained unchanged, but a keen light flickered deep in his eyes.
Though the bald monk's roar had briefly slowed the forces within his body, it had also caused those two utterly incompatible forces to show a trace of fusion. How strange.
And the reason he had not dodged was that he wanted to use Listening Jin to probe the mysteries of this bald monk's Lion's Roar.
Sure enough, the instant hand and leg met, Lian Youming felt a fierce, powerful force enter his body.
This Inner Strength traveled upward from below, merging and intermingling with the water force he perceived, yet also colliding with it, imperceptibly adjusting some of the overlapping momentum of those raging waves.
Thunder Force was yang.
The momentum of water was yin.
Could they need an outside force to temper them together?
The moment this thought arose, Lian Youming's eyes lit up.
Heaven's will.
Heaven's will had brought him such an opponent at this moment of enlightenment, just right for honing his sword.
Without further ado, he turned and thrust, his sword tip aimed straight between the monk's brows.
The burly monk held one of Lian Youming's lower legs in one hand. Seeing the sword flash toward him, he spread the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, hollowed his palm, and seized