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The old fisherman steadied himself and formed hand seals again.

This time he held back, and the water droplets condensed into dozens of water whips in mid-air, lashing out at Chu Nan from all directions.

Each water whip is only as thick as a thumb, but when it spins at high speed, it leaves a crack about an inch deep on the bluestone slab.

The water whips intertwined into a net, sealing off all of Chu Nan's space to dodge.

Chu Nan did not dodge. Suddenly, a lotus flower of true energy bloomed around him, and the golden light of the lotus completely enveloped his body.

The water whips struck the lotus-shaped light screen, producing dense and sharp impact sounds, but none of them could break through.

Those standing at the front row could see clearly that the water whips did not leave any water marks after being lashed out, unlike the way they had previously eroded Wenbo's protective aura.

Instead, it was like water droplets falling into fire, instantly evaporated by the lotus's true energy upon contact.

"What kind of cultivation technique is that lotus flower?"

The old man with the bamboo cane rubbed his eyes hard. "Wenbo's protective aura was eroded earlier because his true energy was permeated by the dark water, but this kid's lotus true energy directly evaporated the dark water!"

"His true energy attribute seems to be a perfect counter to that sorcerer's water control technique!"

The man with the red pearl was speechless.

He glanced at the young man in the center of the room, his body wrapped in golden lotus flowers, and then at Wenbo, who was slumped by the Rolls-Royce door, panting.

Wenbo was a grandmaster, but he could only hold his own against this old sorcerer. This young man was also a grandmaster, but he was dominating the fight.

They're both grandmasters, so why is there such a big difference between them?

The old fisherman revealed his trump cards one by one—water arrows, water whips, water needles, and water tornadoes, each one more ruthless and faster than when he dealt with Wenbo.

But Chu Nan easily deflected every move.

The water arrows dissipated upon impact with the lotus's true energy, the water whips evaporated upon lashing out, and the water needles were forced back by the golden lotus's radiance before they could even get close.

The old fisherman grew increasingly alarmed as he fought, finally understanding why this young man had been able to kill Ah Lang.

The young palace master stood at the back of the crowd, his fingers already resting on Yu Jingshi's bracelet.

As he watched the battle unfold, a hint of seriousness finally appeared in his usually indifferent eyes.

The fact that Old Fisherman couldn't beat Chu Nan made him very uncomfortable, but he wasn't the kind of person to deceive himself.

With a flick of his right hand, a fish-shaped stone broke free from its chain and flew out, transforming into a deep blue light that silently circled behind Chu Nan, using the exact same method he had used to ambush Wen Bo earlier.

Fish startled the stone and suddenly exploded three feet behind Chu Nan.

A dark crack tore through the air, and countless tiny droplets of water surged out from it, carrying with them an eerie, deep-sea chill that enveloped Chu Nan.

Previously, Wenbo's left side of his protective aura was broken by this move, revealing a fatal flaw.

Chu Nan did not turn around, nor did he even look back at the crack. He simply raised his hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and gently drew a line in the air.

A lotus flower of true energy bloomed out of thin air behind him, its petals unfolding layer upon layer, perfectly blocking the crack.

The water droplets collided with the lotus flower in a completely different way than when they collided with Wenbo's protective aura.

Wenbo's protective aura was corroded and disintegrated, but when the water droplets hit the lotus, it was like water droplets falling into boiling oil, emitting a series of sharp hissing sounds, and exploding into wisps of fine white mist in mid-air.

After the white mist dissipated, the lotus was completely intact, its petals still a warm, golden color, without the slightest damage.

"How is that possible—"

The young master's fingers froze in mid-air.

Although that Fish Startling Stone was a finished consumable magic weapon, it was more than enough to deal with an ordinary grandmaster.

But now, this young man simply drew a circle behind him, and all of Yu Jingshi's corrosive power was neutralized.

The old man with the bamboo cane slapped his thigh. "Look! He blocked it even more easily than before! When Uncle Wen caught that thing, he put in a lot of effort, turning around and striking again, but he still managed to find an opening."

"This kid's Lotus True Qi is completely impervious to that. Whether it's a water whip from the front or a sneak attack from behind, it's all useless!"

"How old is he? In his early twenties?"

The fair-skinned middle-aged man next to him murmured, "Wenbo must be in his sixties or seventies, right? That old sorcerer is about the same."

"This kid is two cycles younger than them, yet he's dominating a grandmaster-level warlock. Even magical artifacts can't harm him. What the hell is this monster?"

The young palace master withdrew his hand and looked at Chu Nan in the arena.

Old Yu is still struggling, but everyone can see that he won't last much longer.

The young palace master was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "Elder Yu, come back."

Upon hearing this, the old fisherman feinted a water whip strike, forcing Chu Nan back half a step, and then leaped back to the Palace Master's side.

His breathing became rapid. As a guardian elder of the Sea God Palace, he had not encountered such a situation of being overwhelmed in a long time.

What he found most unbelievable was that the other person was just a young man in his early twenties.

The old fisherman bowed to the young palace master in a low voice and said, "This kid's true qi attribute is just right to counter my water control technique. If we continue fighting, I may not be able to defeat him."

"His approach is very strange. It's neither magic nor pure martial arts. It's more like a combination of magic and martial arts techniques. I've never seen anything like it in the martial arts world before."

"That's enough!"

The young palace master interrupted him, his tone still calm, but the old fisherman could hear the resentment beneath that calmness.

The young master never showed his resentment on his face, but he understood himself.

The young palace master turned around and walked back the way he came. After a few steps, he stopped and did not look back.

"Chu Nan, I've remembered your name. When we meet again, I will personally take your life!"

Xue Jiu stood there, stunned. He looked at the young palace master's back, then at Old Fisherman, and then at Chu Nan, who was standing in the middle of the field unharmed. The resentment that had been suppressed on his face surged up again.

"Young Palace Master! He's just leaving like that? That kid—"

"Let's go."

Old Fisherman interrupted him, his voice hoarse, "The young palace master has his own plans. Once he gets that item and advances in rank, killing this brat will be as easy as killing a chicken."

Xue Jiu opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.

He glanced at Chu Nan, his eyes filled with resentment, but in the end he gritted his teeth, turned around and followed the old fisherman into the end of the bluestone road.

Chu Nan did not give chase. He did not make a move to fight anyone to the death; his real purpose was the century-old medicine.

Wen Bo struggled to his feet and bowed to Chu Nan, saying, "Thank you for saving my life, young friend. If it weren't for your help today, my wife and I would probably be in grave danger."

Chu Nan waved his hand, "I was just helping out when I saw injustice on the road."

As he said this, he looked at Qian Xinya, after all, he wanted to exchange favors for favors.

Since Qian Xinya comes from a prominent family, she must know what to do.

Unexpectedly, Qian Xinya did not respond.

Chu Nan had no choice but to speak up, "Miss Qian, we urgently need medicinal herbs to save lives. Would you be willing to sell us the section of root that we won at the auction?"

"Not for sale!"

Chu Nan was taken aback for a moment. "What about the century-old medicinal herbs? We don't need too many, just a few will do. We'll buy them at market price."

"Not for sale."

Qian Xinya answered even faster than the previous sentence.

Wenbo, standing to the side, couldn't bear to watch any longer and whispered, "Miss, this young friend did save us after all. A few hundred-year-old herbs are nothing to us, especially since he bought them at market price—"

"Wenbo!"

Qian Xinya's tone carried an undisguised displeasure. "Did I let him save me?"