Yong Ji suddenly raised his head at this moment, his pupils contracting sharply, staring fixedly at the young man who was within arm's reach.
This punch did not cause him serious injury. The young man's fist was like a heavy hammer, an exceptional Swordbearer with an outstanding physique, but it did not astonish him.
He suddenly became extremely accustomed to and skilled in all aspects of the water domain, agile like a phantom, which he had already sensed in the first exchange.
But what he truly confirmed with this punch was that his control over water had indeed weakened once again.
———He is seizing my internal [White Water]!
...
Under the hundred-zhang tall tree.
The Mermaid Hall closed, the Luoshen Wood Peaches were still sparsely growing and spreading, but the figures of Yong Ji and the other one were no longer visible.
