Corrosive Water Three Thousand
Editor: Henyee Translations
Xiu, Zhao Lun had already reached Ling Han, his fist crashing down on him.
Ling Han stretched out his arms to parry, but he immediately discovered that, to his shock, Zhao Lun's arms had actually become akin to flowing water, bursting through his defences and striking towards his chest.
Peng, he was immediately sent flying, and only landed after turning three somersaults midair. He looked down, and his chest had actually been corroded, and bones could be seen.
Indeed, it was this kind of attack.
"Hahaha!" Seeing that his blow had taken effect, Zhao Lun burst into sudden loud laughter, and once more brandished his fists in a series of attacks.
This was the ancient technique that he had cultivated, called Corrosive Water Three Thousand. Previously, he had stayed underneath a waterfall to observe the rhythm of flowing water so that he could master this ancient technique.