Chapter 342 - - 340 Water Art Great Grandmaster_1

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Won?

Luo Shuang glared angrily at Huangfu Yue.

Didn’t you see Master being punched into the water? I knew you were up to no good…

She shook off Huangfu Yue’s hand and continued to go rescue Duge.

However, the next scene made her freeze in place, as if hitting the pause button, Cao Lin, who had been taking advantage of the situation to pursue Duge, suddenly stopped mid-air and emitted a sound that should never appear on the battlefield.

Uh!

Short and urgent.

As if someone had stabbed him in the buttocks with a knife.

Luo Shuang clearly saw Cao Lin’s legs snap together in an instant, and the myriad of sword shadows vanished without a trace.

What’s going on?

She swiftly turned her head towards Huangfu Yue, hoping to get answers from her, but instead, she saw Huangfu Yue’s eyes sparkling with excitement, her cheeks flushed, and her breath short, as if implying excitement and anticipation.

Considering what Huangfu Yue had just mentioned about Duge winning.

Luo Shuang furrowed her brows.

What exactly happened?

Why did Huangfu Yue know, but not her?

Could it be they did something behind her back?

Just the thought of it made Luo Shuang’s heart sink, and she clenched her fists tight—no, she did not want a mistress over her head.

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The one who felt most humiliated was Cao Lin.

He had never anticipated anyone using such a despicable tactic in battle.

Who could have imagined those soft currents of water could be controlled so flexibly?

And who would have thought that water could be turned into ice?

How dare he target that spot…

This is simply outrageous!

Only because he reacted quickly, did he manage to force the ice that had penetrated his body to the surface.

Otherwise.

The ice shard that plunged into his abdomen would have pierced his lower belly.

Despite that, Cao Lin still felt an intense burning at his back, his abdomen ached terribly, not knowing how many of his intestines were severed.

Since becoming a Grandmaster, he hadn’t suffered such a serious injury in a long time.

And those water currents he had dispersed were still tirelessly trying to burrow into his mouth and nose…

Utterly disgusting!

Unforgivable!

Cao Lin spread his True Qi all over his body, preventing those water streams from wrapping around him, suppressed the intense pain in his belly, raised the sword again, and slashed toward Duge below in the Yang River.

Each Grandmaster has their own understanding of the martial way, and Cao Lin, who emerged from the battlefield, comprehended the Way of Killing, which naturally carries an intense aura of bloodshed, with the momentum to crush all defenses and cleave through anything in its path.

After reaching the Innate realm, his True Qi within was endless, but so was the difficulty in bearing the intent to kill.

In Cao Lin’s eyes, the fact that Duge could withstand three of his slashes already indicated the strength of a Half-Step Grandmaster.

Yet a Half-Step Grandmaster was still not a Grandmaster.

Unless one comprehends their own martial way, they can never be his opponent.

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Such a tough opponent!

Duge, hiding in the water, sighed at the sight of Cao Lin above, recognizing that he was not weaker in strength and speed than Cao Lin in the sky, but unable to project his True Qi as far.

After one surprise attack with water, Cao Lin had sealed all the openings on his body, making an internal breakthrough impossible.

Unlike his half-baked master from Dragon Teeth, Cao Lin was truly capable of sustaining his True Qi body protection for an extended period.

To defeat him, he must get close to him…

Duge, situated within the Yang River, was like a fish in water.

Cao Lin’s sword energy struck down to the riverbed, bursting waves up to more than ten meters high, but they couldn’t harm Duge at all.

In the water, Duge could almost teleport, and controlling the water was easier there.

Water dragons rose from the river, one after another, forming a connection, as if half of the Yang River was lifted to the sky.

The mist rose and under the sunlight, countless rainbows were formed, making it look splendid and colorful.

It was a grand spectacle, but for Cao Lin, it didn’t pose much of a threat.

The two entered a stalemate, neither able to get the upper hand, but overall, Duge was at a disadvantage.

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“Water Art Grandmaster?”

The State Preceptor, watching from the shadows, smacked his lips, “To think someone could utilize the Water Series Art Technique to such an extent? The power of the Heavenly Demon is indeed terrifying. Sadly, Water Series is too soft, if it were Fire Art, it’s likely Cao Lin would’ve really been in dire straits. Water reversal? Heh!”

Despite saying so.

The State Preceptor, who came under the pretense of assisting Cao Lin, had no intention of helping him; he saw the water serpents wrapping around Cao Lin but didn’t take them seriously.

In his view, those rolling streams of water were not causing any real harm, at least for now, they hadn’t affected Cao Lin’s ability to swing his sword.

It was not yet time for him to intervene.

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The other Alien Warriors watching from the shadows were equally astonished at the powerful combat capabilities of Cao Lin and Duge.

If Cao Lin targeted them instead, one slash would be all it took.

A little over a month was too short.

Damn Duge, always pushing for quick results, not getting key words randomly, and having to grow in harsh environments. It’s getting harder and harder for Alien Warriors.

At this moment, most Alien Warriors regarded Duge as someone who had fortuitously possessed the body of a Water Art Grandmaster, just like Shi Pingchuan, who had taken over the body of the Prime Minister of Chongming Country, due to sheer luck rather than any personal ability.

Warriors from Qiyuan Star were no exception; they even doubted whether the person fighting Cao Lin was really Duge?

As for the other river and lake characters hidden in the shadows watching the battle, they developed a new understanding of the Heavenly Demon’s combat prowess. They had no intention of getting involved in court disputes, yet they quietly changed their view of the Heavenly Demon.

Previously, Leng Shi had been a nobody in the martial world, but now he could exchange blows with an old-school Grandmaster like Cao Lin. Other than being possessed by the Heavenly Demon, there was no second explanation.

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“Leng Shi, sneaking around in the water is…Ugh!”

After more than ten unsuccessful strikes at Duge, Cao Lin felt increasing pain in his lower abdomen. He sensed that if he didn’t end the fight soon, the suppressed blood in his body would burst forth. Annoyed, he couldn’t help but provoke Duge verbally.

Duge’s water manipulation ability was too formidable. Once his thirty thousand elite soldiers arrived, should Leng Shi unleash the Yang River waters and sweep them away, the consequence was simply unimaginable.

The soldiers might be elite, but they lacked his True Qi body protection capabilities.

But as soon as he opened his mouth,

a water snake gliding on his face seized the opportunity and ruthlessly shoved itself into his mouth, recklessly burrowing down his throat.

Cao Lin was horrified. He hastily mobilized his True Qi and forced the water that had surged into his throat back out.

His lower body was already injured; he couldn’t allow the water to penetrate into his belly. His upper body organs were far more vital than the lower ones. Once his heart and lungs were severely damaged, even a Grandmaster like him couldn’t bear it.

In the short time it took for the water to enter his throat, it had already turned into blocks of ice. When he expelled them, a trace of blood followed, and his throat had been cut by the sharp edges of the ice.

What the hell!

Cao Lin clenched his mouth tightly, not daring to speak again.

The State Preceptor witnessed this scene, and his expression turned much graver.

Turning water into ice!

This was beyond the capabilities of a Water Series Grandmaster.

A Water Series Great Grandmaster, perhaps?

The State Preceptor furrowed his brows. Placing himself in Cao Lin’s shoes, he realized, to his dismay, that even he would likely be at a loss against Leng Shi for quite some time.

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Submerged in water, Duge racked his brain for ways to break the deadlock when suddenly, he noticed something odd.

His affinity with the water nearby seemed to be increasing.

That’s odd?

Spiritual power?

He subconsciously opened his personal panel.

Sure enough.

In the brief time he had been fighting, his spiritual power had surged to an incredible three hundred and thirty thousand?

What was going on?

Was someone helping him from the shadows?

Bai Long?

But Bai Long had absolutely no need to do this, right? Pan-Universe Entertainment had set up betting pools. If Bai Long secretly increased his spiritual power to cheat, wouldn’t that ruin the reputation of his gambling house once discovered?

Thinking so much during a battle was clearly inappropriate.

Duge quickly cast aside the doubts in his mind.

No matter what, an increase in spiritual power was a good thing; it meant that what was previously impossible for him was now easily achievable.

Duge possessed an exceptional talent for combat.

Looking up at Cao Lin in the sky, then at the water he had summoned above, an idea struck him. A large mass of water suddenly condensed just above Cao Lin, forming into a smooth, large block of ice.

Then…

The ice block rapidly changed shape, turning into a convex lens that was thick in the middle and thin on the sides. He adjusted the direction of the lens.

Sunlight passed through the convex lens, concentrating into a blinding spot of light that shot directly at Cao Lin’s face.

Blinded by the intense light,

Cao Lin squinted instinctively. Throughout his life, he had fought countless battles, even using his sword to reflect sunlight and disrupt his enemies’ vision.

He was well-prepared for this tactic.

But the next moment, he let out a terrible scream. When the bright spot hit his face, it was like scalding molten iron poured onto his skin.

Several blisters formed on his face, his eyeballs scorched, he was plunged into darkness as his sight was snatched away in an instant.

Damn it!

What happened?

He had clearly formed ice blocks, so why emit such scorching heat, hotter than boiling water…

Cao Lin was perplexed, but his hands kept moving. A strike of his sword instantly shattered the lens Duge had created.

Could the Water Art be so terrifying?

Blood tears streamed from the wounds on Cao Lin’s face.

With his eyes tightly shut, relying on his senses of his surroundings, he swung the most ruthless sword of his life towards Duge in the river.

The sword nearly split the entire Yang River in two, sending water rushing to both banks, unable to flow back for a long time, revealing even the silt on the riverbed.

At this moment, Cao Lin was filled with rage and sorrow. Before this battle, he had thought he could easily defeat Duge, but to his shock, he was the first to be injured.

Moreover,

Up to now, he had not managed to land a single blow on his opponent.

And now, his injuries were worsening.

Like the Breaking River Sword, he could at most strike three blows,

He had already resolved that if he couldn’t kill Duge within three strikes, he would have to leave.

He estimated that his support should be arriving soon.

Given his current state, once Duge used the waters of the Yang River, he would not be able to stop him…

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