Luoshui River.
Below the surface of the water.
Zing—
Zing—
Zing—
With three rapid sounds erupting in the water,
Liu Qingsong had completely pulled away from Jiang Ning by a full ten meters.
Then, he reached his right hand into his waistband.
Swoosh—
A soft sword was instantaneously drawn from his waist.
With a flick of his wrist, the soft sword in his hand straightened into a line.
Only at this moment did Liu Qingsong finally take a long breath and find the leisure to scrutinize Jiang Ning.
At the same time,
Jiang Ning's right arm, washed over by Qi-Blood, had just returned to normal.
"Is this the power of Martial Arts Seventh Grade?"
"What explosive power!"
He marveled silently in his heart, "A mere iron bead could shoot out with enough force to numb my arm, and that too under water where the flowing water mitigates the impact. If this were on land, it would be even more terrifying!"
