A Man Like None Other Chapter 6787 Sparring Practice
Please read this chapter.
- A significant challenge is proposed.
- A powerful opponent is named.
- A unique set of rules are established.
David stood up, his purple eyes gleaming with deep light under the glow of the luminous pearl: “Chief, what if I say that I have absolute certainty to defeat him?”
Shui Wuhen frowned slightly: “What makes you so sure?”
David was silent for a moment, then slowly said, “Chief, you want to compete with me.”
The square immediately fell silent when he heard this.
All eyes were on David. Some people opened their mouths wide, some gasped, and some showed expressions of disbelief.
Shui Wuhen was the strongest cultivator among the water race, a peak level two Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Even though David had broken through to the sixth rank of the Golden Immortal realm, the gap between him and the Great Luo Golden Immortal was still as impenetrable as an impenetrable chasm.
“Are you sure?” Shui Wuhen’s voice was unimaginably calm.
“Of course.”
David’s voice was unmoved: “If you can beat me, I won’t go to Bibo Island. If you can’t beat me, then let me go.”
Shui Wuhen was silent for a long time, his deep, ocean-like eyes stared at David for quite a long time.
Finally, she slowly stood up, her long silver-white hair flowing like mercury under the sparkling pearl light: “Alright. In the middle of the square, the limit is three steps. If you are able to withstand my three steps, you win.”
The crowd retreated, making way for a wide open space in the center of the square.
Blue light radiated from the seaweed, illuminating the entire air space.
Shui Wuhen stood in the middle of the open space, her long silver-white hair drifting soundlessly in the water, and a faint blue light swirled around her.
The aura radiating from him was calm and deep, as if an entire deep ocean had been condensed into his body.
He raised his right hand and said calmly, “First step.”
His figure was blurry, like a silver-white water arrow, and he instantly appeared in front of David.
With a single slap of his right palm, the palm wind carried the overwhelming power of a peak second-level Great Luo Golden Immortal, pressing down on David like an invisible mountain.
Wherever the palm touched the surface, the water would be compressed into white lines, emitting sharp whistling sounds.
Lan Yuan’s expression suddenly changed.
The power of that palm strike was enough to destroy a small island.
David didn’t give up.
He raised his right hand, and chaotic gray power gushed out from his palm, condensing into a purplish-gray light shield in front of him.
The light shield was only a finger thick, but its surface was covered with fine gray patterns. These patterns were like a web that was continuously interwoven, continuously absorbing, digesting, and transforming that immense power.
Shui Wuhen’s palm imprint landed on the light shield, producing a dull thud.
A golden shockwave spread outwards, causing the surrounding water cultivators to repeatedly retreat.