Chapter 245: Water Curtain Technique
Mo Yu stood in the center of the ring, his expression as cold as a frozen lake. His lips moved in a rapid, rhythmic Mantra:
“Qi flows as breath, a curtain to guard the form. Ripples distort, shielding against the unseen swarm.”
The Water Spirit Qi within his meridians surged outward, condensing into a shimmering, translucent film in front of him. With a thrust of his palms, the curtain shattered into a dense, spreading fog. The mist rolled across the arena like a living tide, instantly swallowing the vibrant red glow of the opposing fire Qi.
In seconds, Li Mengyang was blind. The thick, damp fog didn’t just obscure his vision; it dampened his Spirit Sense, reducing his radar-like perception to a fuzzy, unreliable static. He could only guess at Mo Yu’s general direction.
“That’s the Water Curtain Technique!” a spectator gasped. “That’s one of the hardest high-tier techniques to master. Even the formal disciples of the Rain Pavilion struggle with it!”
“Mo Yu has always been a nobody,” another muttered. “Since when did he have this kind of skill?”
The crowd, particularly the Water Spirit Root disciples from the Rain Pavilion, watched in stunned silence. Techniques that required incantations were notoriously difficult, often serving as the gateway to true power. The Water Curtain Technique was deceptive; it sounded simple, but it was a foundational technique that could evolve into multiple forms. The “Mist Barrier” was just one application—a sensory deprivation tactic designed to cripple an opponent before the first strike landed.
Jiang Chen, Jin Fugui, and Chen Bo exchanged glances. They knew “Old Mo” better than anyone, yet even they were floored.
“I thought he spent all his time fishing,” Jin Fugui whispered. “When did he find time to become a monster?”