Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 900 - 0 Fierce Battle in the Lake! (5th Update)

The two stood on the surface of the lake, as though walking on flat ground. Many spectators looked on, dumbfounded. It turned out humanity could reach such incredible heights.

Though, upon recalling how the elder of the Liu family could suspend in mid-air, standing stably on the lake surface didn’t seem that shocking.

The battle resumed, and the lake waters surged violently in tandem with the movements of the elder. Massive water curtains rose on either side of him, making him look like a deity of water.

Tap, tap, tap!

Ye Qiu dashed wildly on the water’s surface. The elder of the Liu family waved his hand, sending the water curtains crashing toward him. Ye Qiu pierced straight through them and struck the elder directly.

"Hmph!"

The elder let out a cold snort. His body trembled, and an immense force of countershock sent Ye Qiu flying backward. His fists were nearly blood-red from the impact.

"Don’t think I’m so easy to deal with. Your cultivation is still shallow. If you aim to defeat me, train for another ten years and you still won’t be my match," the elder said arrogantly.

Ye Qiu scoffed at his words. Give him ten years, and not only would dealing with the elder be simple, but even martial artists of higher realms would pose no challenge to him. By then, defeating an opponent at the mythic realm would be as effortless as a game.

Ye Qiu had this confidence. The elder’s words were nothing more than a ploy to undermine his fighting spirit while elevating his own dominance.

On the surface of the lake, the two launched into a fierce battle, creating endless waves with every strike.

Bang, bang, bang! Massive splashes erupted at the lake’s center, rising hundreds of feet high before crashing down. The impact sent many fish hurling onto the shore.

"Are they even human?" Among the crowd, Ma Lingling’s lips parted in shock, her delicate face full of astonishment. It was the first time she had witnessed a human battle on water, comparable to the clashes of legends.

Her father explained, "This is the fascinating world of martial arts! The ancient practices of China have persisted through the ages for a reason. To train to such a level is to become a Grandmaster. This is a duel between a young Grandmaster and an aged Grandmaster. Witnessing this even once in a lifetime is never in vain."

Meanwhile, Chen Dong and Ma Zhipeng’s expressions turned pale. Ye Qiu’s power was truly fearsome. To clash with a warrior of the Liu family on par with a War God and produce such a spectacle—it was almost as if a deity had descended. They had thought the elder’s terrifying level was simply the result of decades of training. After all, he was essentially a patriarch of the Liu family. But Ye Qiu? He was exceptionally young, even belonging to the same generation as them. The realization that someone this young had achieved such accomplishments made the hearts of Liu Wen’s lackeys race erratically.

If Ye Qiu were to be defeated and killed by the warrior of the Liu family, all would be fine. But if he won, what figure in the Capital City could ever stand against him? Even the Liu family might have to bow before him at that point.

Chen Dong and Ma Zhipeng couldn’t help but feel deeply worried.

Among the Ten Talons, Feng Jian, Wang Shuisheng, Chen Taiji, and the others all widened their eyes in disbelief. Only now did they realize the massive gap between themselves and Ye Qiu. Comparing their abilities, they couldn’t even dream of walking on water without leaving a mark, let alone surviving near such an intense battle.

"I never expected him to leave us all so far behind," lamented Feng Jian, ranked among the top three of the Ten Talons.

The others, also part of the Ten Talons, remained silent, forced to acknowledge this iron-clad truth.

"Even if Huangfu Jun breaks through to the legendary realm, he wouldn’t be able to withstand even a single move from him," Li Futu said quietly, recalling the first time he had encountered Ye Qiu. Back then, Ye Qiu wasn’t even qualified among the Ten Talons. But now, his strength was something that even he could only look up to in awe.

"Born in the same world as him, how can anyone else shine? In this generation’s martial world, he reigns supreme!"

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"His strength is actually on par with the Sect Leader of the Rakshasa Sect," Ye Qiu murmured to himself after three hundred exchanges with the elder of the Liu family.

The elder was at the peak of the late mythic realm, a full realm higher than Ye Qiu. Ye Qiu had managed to kill the Sect Leader of the Rakshasa Sect only by relying on the blackened power. But now, he hesitated to use this forbidden strength again under the watchful eyes of the crowd. If he lost control of his murderous intent, it could lead to unimaginable bloodshed. Moreover, the Rakshasa Sect Leader had recognized his blackened state, linking it to his identity as a descendant of the Dugu clan. If there were anyone among the Capital City’s hidden dragons and crouching tigers with such insight, his deepest secret would be unveiled. If word of this reached the ancient grounds, it could spark a war targeting him.

For all these reasons, Ye Qiu was determined not to resort to the blackened power.

Ripples spread steadily beneath his feet. The elder of the Liu family, having gauged Ye Qiu’s capabilities, reflected inwardly. That a legendary realm martial artist could fight him evenly—it would have been unbelievable without experiencing it firsthand. He couldn’t help but admit that Ye Qiu was a prodigy of martial arts. At merely twenty-plus years old, he had already nearly reached his level. Given another ten years, he might not stand a chance against him.

"You’re just a step away from reaching my realm. I admit I underestimated you. Your potential is boundless, but such promise only makes it more necessary for me to strike at you now," the elder declared. "If it weren’t for the fact that you killed Wei Ziqing, I wouldn’t have bothered fighting you. Slowly honing your abilities until you reached my level wouldn’t require much time. But after today, you likely won’t have that chance anymore."

"I will bring your head to his master as reparation. Blame yourself for killing someone you shouldn’t have."

Boom!

A powerful aura erupted, splitting the lake surface apart and revealing mud, small fish, and shrimp at the bottom.

"Water Curtain Lotus!"

The elder uttered the technique, and the rules shifted. Vast amounts of lake water gathered under his command, forming towering water curtains. The surrounding lake water rapidly recoiled from the shores, funneling toward the elder’s position.

The layered water curtain grew higher and higher.

Ten zhang! A hundred zhang! A thousand zhang!

The top was nowhere in sight. A sky-reaching water curtain materialized in front of everyone like a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. Many spectators were already wide-eyed with stupefaction, wiping their eyes and staring unblinkingly at the marvel.

"So he commands the rules of water. No wonder he chose this battlefield!" Ye Qiu muttered, finally understanding the elder’s tactics. He had chosen a location exceedingly advantageous to himself—a vast lake providing unlimited support for a mastery over water.

"I’ve chosen this place as your grave. With the Weak Water Three Thousand Zhang, I’ll send you off. You can rest in peace now!" the elder sneered coldly.

The crowd gazed up at the massive water curtain. Nearly all the lake’s water had been pulled together to form his attack.

The lake dried, fish and shrimp flailed wildly, and lotus leaves scattered to the ground. This was undoubtedly an unforgettable sight.

"Lotus Thousand Zang Burst!"

With a flick of the elder’s finger, the thousand-zhang water curtain descended, engulfing Ye Qiu completely.

It resembled the collapse of the heavenly river, plunging into the mortal realm. In an instant, Ye Qiu’s figure vanished from sight; only the deafening explosion remained as the water curtain smashed the lakebed into a deep crater.

All those concerned for Ye Qiu felt their hearts leap into their throats.

"Will he really die?" Ma Lingling’s face revealed a trace of sadness.