Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom…0

The entire courtyard shook violently as towering waves surged across the artificial lake. Two figures clashed with fists and palms at the center of the lake. Their formidable power caused wild tremors to erupt. One could clearly see a ripple of distortion travel from the air down to the surface of the water with every strike. 0

Droplets of water sprayed in every direction. Though liquid, they struck the ground like solid pellets, leaving shallow craters wherever they landed.0

If one only observed this manor's courtyard, it seemed as though a sudden, furious storm had descended. Green trees crackled under the assault, petals shredded to pieces, and slender saplings quivered on the verge of toppling.0

Yet there was a one-meter circle of ground in that maelstrom that remained like the last untouched sanctuary. Cassius was seated cross-legged at its center, his black windbreaker neither stirred by wind nor dampened by water, its hem resting lightly upon the grass.0

He held the Book of the Devil in his left hand, and had his right index finger raised in the air. An invisible yet resilient Qi filled every inch of space around him, forming a translucent, spherical enclosure.0

No foreign object could enter that Qi field without Cassius's permission. For instance, the bullets of water pelting down like a torrential hail were blocked outside, as though meeting...0