The armour and sword of the male in front of him were all formed by water.
"Hua." This water man took out the sword from his back with his hands.
"My combat power has been limited to a minimum." The water man opened his mouth. Somehow, his voice had a mysterious essence imbued within that made Xue Ying’s spirit tremble, "As long as you can break through my sword techniques with your weapon and contact my body, I’ll collapse automatically and you’ll win."
"Come."
The water man stood there while holding a sword casually.
