At that moment, Zhao Xuanqi stood at the ship's bow, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot, unmoving amidst the heaving waves. The sky poured down a heavy rain, but he neither dodged nor sought shelter. Not a single drop landed on him.
His clothes fluttered as if in a breeze, though there was none. It was as if a Qi Shield enveloped him, causing the rain to part automatically, never touching his body.
With a mere thought, Gang Qi manifested.
Seeing Zhao Xuanqi, Sun Yunyong sighed in admiration. He never would have thought that the young man who had only been at the peak of Cross-Training such a short time ago could have reached such a realm.
"Watch out for the waves!! Turn the rudder!! Turn the rudder!!"
SPLASH!!
