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Wenbo took a step forward, and his foot landed on the spot on the bluestone slab, which silently shattered into a pile of dust.

He clenched his right fist, the knuckles of which were enveloped in a layer of golden true energy. The true energy was so tightly condensed that it looked as if his fist was wearing a golden glove.

With a flick of his wrist, the old fisherman caused the water sphere to explode, transforming into dozens of thin water arrows that shot towards Wenbo's vital points.

Wenbo did not dodge. Based on his experience with enemies, most of the warlock's ranged attacks were flashy but ineffective. He simply raised his hand and drew a semi-circle in front of him.

Golden true energy surged from his palm, condensing into a semi-transparent protective barrier in front of him.

The water arrow struck the protective barrier, producing a series of dense and sharp impact sounds.

Wenbo's expression changed slightly—something's not right!

The water jet's force far exceeded his expectations.

An ordinary sorcerer's spells should dissipate immediately upon colliding with a grandmaster's protective aura, but these water arrows only slowed down slightly after impacting the aura and did not completely dissipate. Instead, they left fine water marks on the surface of the aura.

The watermarks seemed alive, slowly spreading along the texture of the protective barrier. With each spread, the barrier's color dimmed.

He didn't have time to think about the reasons and instinctively stepped aside to let them pass.

The last jet of water grazed his ear and struck the ginkgo tree trunk behind him, leaving a hole about the size of a thumb.

The bark around the hole quickly turned black and cracked, as if something had absorbed all the moisture.

Among the onlookers, the man with the dark red bead on his wrist gasped, involuntarily taking two steps back. "This old man isn't an ordinary sorcerer; there's something wrong with his water!"

"Even when encountering a Grandmaster's protective aura, it still seeps upwards. I've seen a similar technique before, which is the Sea God Palace's water control technique, specifically designed to counter a martial artist's protective true qi."

The companion beside him was a fair-skinned middle-aged man. Upon hearing this, his expression also changed. "Sea God Palace? Isn't that a sect from the South China Sea? How come they've come to Hainei County?"

"How would I know? But this method can't be wrong."

The man with the red bead gritted his teeth. "When that old master pushed us just now, he used a palm strike from a distance, without even using his true energy much."

"Look at his right arm now, his true energy is directly wrapped around his elbow. He's getting serious. To force a grandmaster to use his full strength, that sorcerer is no ordinary person."

Old Fisherman withdrew his hand and looked at the protective barrier of qi in front of Wenbo, which was eroded by water marks. "Over the years, I have seen many martial artists, but you are the first one who can withstand my Dark Water Arrow without taking a step back. You deserve my serious attention."

Wenbo didn't speak. He took a deep breath, his chest expanded slightly, and his bones emitted a series of dense and low popping sounds.

Golden light spread from his fist to his entire arm, turning his right arm a golden color.

Then he took the initiative, stomping his right foot on the ground, causing the bluestone slab beneath his feet to shatter, and his entire body transformed into a golden afterimage, instantly appearing in front of the old fisherman.

The fist slammed straight into the old fisherman's chest, the force of the punch cutting through the air with a muffled thunderous sound.

"With a single punch, he raised his inner energy to his arm, forming a thunderous strike. This is the true skill of a grandmaster."

"After all, although a grandmaster can kill someone from a distance, that's only possible when there's a significant difference in strength. A real duel still requires close-quarters combat using internal energy."

The old man holding the bamboo cane gripped the shaft, his eyes fixed intently on the arena. "That water arrow just now eroded the Grandmaster's protective aura. He has no choice but to get close. But that sorcerer is no pushover either; he didn't even retreat in the face of such an attack..."

The old fisherman did not retreat. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, intertwined his fingers, and a high-speed rotating water shield appeared out of thin air in his palms.

Wenbo's fist slammed into the water shield, and with a loud bang, the water shield exploded, splashing water everywhere.

Old Fisherman slid back several steps, but he tapped the ground three times with his toes, each tap leaving a dent about an inch deep on the bluestone slab. As he regained his balance, his hands formed a hand seal once more.

The water droplets that Wenbo blasted apart did not fall to the ground, but hovered in mid-air, each droplet spinning at high speed and emitting a sharp buzzing sound.

With a wave of his hands, the old fisherman caused the suspended water droplets to accelerate, transforming into countless water needles that descended upon Wenbo from all directions.

Upon seeing this, Wenbo once again activated his protective aura, blocking all the water needles three feet away.

The water needles collided with the qi, producing a series of loud explosions. The sounds overlapped in the air, creating a buzzing noise that pierced the eardrums.

Some people in the crowd covered their ears. The man with the red bead took three or four steps back to steady himself, cursing, "Damn it, it's like gods fighting. We don't even have the right to stand by."

He had just thought that the old master next to Qian Xinya was just bullying people because of his high cultivation level, but now he realized that the old master hadn't even used 30% of his power when he attacked them before.

Now that both sides have a pretty good grasp of each other's strengths and weaknesses, the battle has become a stalemate.

Wenbo's fist technique was unparalleled in its ferocity; each punch was enough to shatter stone tablets and split rocks. The golden fist energy drew scorching trajectories in the air, forcing Old Fisherman to retreat continuously.

However, the old fisherman's magic was unpredictable. He used water shields, water arrows, water needles, and water whips in turn, and his offense and defense were watertight, never allowing Wenbo to get within three feet of him.

The ginkgo tree trembled violently from the force of the punch, and countless ginkgo leaves fluttered down, only to be shattered into dust by the true energy before they even reached the two people's heads.

The bluestone pavement is covered with cracks and depressions, and in some places, it has even been eroded by the old fisherman's strong water, creating honeycomb-like pits.

The old man with the bamboo cane stared with shining eyes, muttering to himself, "A grandmaster's fist power, a sorcerer's water control technique—to see this level of combat in Hainei County, this trip is worthwhile even if we don't get the century-old medicine."

"Look at that sorcerer's footwork. He keeps retreating, but with each step he leaves a water trail in his wake. He must be secretly setting up a trap, waiting for that grandmaster to fall into it!"

The fair-skinned middle-aged man next to him paused for a moment, "Set up an array? On the ground?"

"The array imprint is on the ground, but the array itself forms in the air. Didn't you notice that the surrounding mist thickened after each hand seal?"

"That's right. When the fog gets thick enough that he can hide water needles inside, that grandmaster will be in trouble."

"What about the grandmaster? Couldn't he see it?"

As soon as someone voiced their doubts, a warlock scoffed, "So what if you figured it out? He can only press forward, not retreat. His advantage is in close combat; retreating would be tantamount to handing over the initiative."

The old man with the bamboo cane sighed. "One of them wants to break through in close combat, while the other won't give him a chance. Whoever can break the other's rhythm first will win. It's like an arm wrestling match... whoever relaxes first loses!"