Each droplet of water contained a remarkably strong and numbing icy power.
One simple condensation of the moisture in the air could form such a powerful ice ball.
If these water drops touched anyone, the person could seriously get hurt.
After residing in a secluded area to practice for quite some time, Roger's abilities had improved a lot. It took a lot of dedication but now he had reached the fifth-grade of the nature level.
Despite everything, however, he found Zen effortlessly tossing him for more than a hundred feet away!
Immediately standing up from the ground, Roger tried to give Zen a hand. However, when he saw the man stand as steadfastly as a hill, a wonderful feeling overcame him.
'Is he so confident that he would succeed in his fight against Bob?' he wondered.
Truthfully, Zen was not a reckless person. In Roger's opinion though, he appeared quite irrational when he had lost his temper and picked a fight at Dragon Fort as well as the army camp. It did not seem to matter that most of his rivals were simply stronger.
On the other hand, the results indicated that he was a reliable and confident man, even before each fight.
'With Bob as his rival this time, does he really think he is more powerful?' Roger thought to himself. As soon as he made the assumption, he could not help but be skeptical.
Somehow, Roger thought he knew the big difference between the first grade and the top grade of nature level. Beside him, Steward Cao knew about it too. And Bob knew it even better than both of them.
It was common knowledge since all of them had practiced from the first-grade of the nature level to their present level.
But then, why was Zen so confident?
It was either he was, indeed, powerful enough to overcome his opponent --- or he was just another cocky idiot!
By the looks of it, Zen did not look like the second option. What could it be then? Was he perhaps powerful enough to win this battle?
With a gust of wind, Zen waved his fists in the air while the water droplets scattered.
Demonic life vitality unceasingly flowed before him as he waved his fists, forming a defensive barrier to protect himself.
The dark purple demonic life vitality reflected an unusual glow of light.
Inside the demonic life vitality, some glistening star strength emitted blue light.
"Are you trying to repel my chilly water drops with your life vitality alone?" Bob asked incredulously, and then he snorted. "Dream on! Like that's ever going to work!"
However, the man he was taunting remained silent. Paying no attention to him at all, Zen appeared to be rather calm and serious behind the demonic life vitality.
Although he was confident that he could repel every attack from different nature creatures, he knew that Bob's power had almost reached an Illuminating Soul Realm master's level, and the disciples of Cloud Sect had always been stronger compared to the practitioners outside.
Even though he felt the first drop of water tearing down the demonic life vitality barrier easily, he did not do anything to get out of the way.
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