"Splash!"
Ning Xiaochuan jumped into the large river once again, disappearing into the cold river water.
Xiao Li stood on the bank and peered into the dark water before he growled, "Let's just see how long you can stay in the water."
Although a martial artist's body was strong, they would never be able to achieve a complete state of
Ning Xiaochuan sank to the bottom of the river and started quickly walking along the bottom. About ten minutes later, he found it harder and harder to breathe internally. His actions became slower and slower while his brain became duller and duller.
'Since I can't breathe using my mouth, I'll use my Combat Atrium so that I can breathe through my pores.'
