Water is everywhere.
It seemed to have replaced the air, becoming space itself.
Submerged, one could feel the pressure of the water.
The haughty and stubborn youth in the Chinese robe made no further move.
The water that filled the entire Discussion Platform was already his attack.
It was a pressure so immense it was hard to fathom.
It came from all directions, from every point of contact with the water.
It pressed against his strong body until it creaked, his bones crackling.
Jiang Wang specialized in Wood and Fire Taoism Techniques, but that did not mean he was ignorant about Water Taoism Techniques.
Only...
None of the water techniques he knew could take shape at this moment.
Every drop of water that battered him conveyed the same message—in this body of water, the youth in the Chinese robe was the sole master.
In the five elements, water nurtures wood.
Yet all the formed Wood tactics techniques couldn't last beyond the second breath.
All were crushed.
