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Water Breathing, San Type, Liu Liu Dance—Yuan Long!
In an instant, Sera moved her Nichirin Blade, and the water flowing from the tip of the blade rapidly widened from the small stream. This was a technique transformed by Shifting Formlessness. The damage could increase with the number of sword dances performed.
Sera did not perform too many movements; the water dragon at the tip of her blade reached about two meters in width before she stopped, and only two seconds had passed. With a swift downward motion of her sword, the water dragon surged toward Jin Meng.
Jin Meng felt a sense of foreboding upon seeing such a massive water dragon; his instincts screamed danger. Even though he was enveloped in a maximum layer of protective energy, his sense of crisis did not diminish in the slightest! There was no time to waste—the water dragon approached too quickly. By the time he reacted, he could only wrap himself in energy.
The moment the water dragon collided with Jin Meng, a tremendous sound erupted.
Boom!
A massive cloud of smoke filled the arena. Nearby, Passerby A and Zhuge Bai raised their hands to disperse the smoke.
Sera is truly powerful! Hey, kid, should we just surrender?
Hearing Passerby A's words, Zhuge Bai thought for a moment and shook his head. No way! I want everyone to know that the Zhuge Family is not just about Brother Qing carrying the banner!
Passerby A looked at Zhuge Bai's determined expression and shook his head without saying anything further.
In the audience, Old Celestial Master squinted as he observed Sera. Is this a sword technique related to water? The core seems to be the unceasing nature of water?
Old Celestial Master discerned that Sera's sword technique had an element of continuity; the more she wielded it, the stronger her power became. This sword technique was indeed intriguing, but it required considerable physical prowess. If one's body wasn't up to par, even if the technique could be sustained, they wouldn't be able to endure it.
Tian Jinzhong beside Old Celestial Master picked up on his thoughts. Old Celestial Master stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"Haha, indeed, the people from the Yunqing Sect seem to have robust physiques. They must have some special body refinement techniques," the Old Celestial Master thought, observing the vigorous energy of several members from the Yunqing Sect. He hoped it wouldn't affect Zhang Chulan.
The Old Celestial Master fell silent, his eyes closed as he pondered something unknown.
At the back of the audience, Xu San and Xu Si, who had connections everywhere, watched as Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao observed Sera in action, both lost in thought.
"Does Baobao have confidence?" Xu San asked, glancing at Feng Baobao.
Feng Baobao looked at Sera and shook her head. "She isn't using her full strength; I can't even compete with her. She's too strong."
"Not even Bao Er Jie can handle her?" Zhang Chulan asked in surprise.
Feng Baobao shook her head again. "Her physique is stronger than mine, and her blade is faster. I can't win."
Xu Si listened to their conversation without interjecting, silently smoking his cigarette.
Back in the arena, as the smoke cleared, the audience was astonished to see Jin Meng still standing and gasping for breath.
"How is that possible? After such a powerful attack, Jin Meng can still stand?"
Could it be that Jin Meng's defensive capabilities are that strong?
Or perhaps Sera controlled the damage?
"Yes, Sera must have held back!"
In fact, the audience was correct; Sera had indeed restrained her power. The impact of the Water Dragon was controlled by Sera, only breaking through Jin Meng's protective aura. When it reached Jin Meng's body, the destructive force transformed into a gentle flow that barely caused harm.
Jin Meng felt the gentle flow of water slipping away from him. Gasping for breath, he looked at Sera. All the energy he had concentrated was shattered in an instant. In that moment of breaking, Jin Meng sensed the presence of death.
After experiencing the baptism of death moments ago, Jin Meng felt that his understanding of energy had improved significantly. He clasped his fists and bowed to Sera, thanking her for showing mercy. After all, killing would result in a loss.
Sera smiled lightly. Jin Meng shook his head. No matter what, he had to express his gratitude; he admitted defeat. After saying this, he walked toward the edge of the arena. While he could not leave, he could wait there until it was over.
Passerby A noticed Jin Meng moving to the edge and followed him. He had never really had any desire to fight anyway.
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