Lydon's meaning was obvious. Cora could survive because she had signed a contract with
Parkson, so Norman would never kill her. Otherwise, Norman would never be able to sign a
contract with the White family in his lifetime.
Philip smiled upon hearing Lydon's remark but did not say anything.
Lydon ordered his people to stop attacking Philip and the others. He quietly watched Licht
and Norman fight.
At this moment, their special arts were intertwined. The surging river gushed into the wind
field and broke apart several tornadoes.
Similarly, the power of the river was reduced, but an unexpected scene happened. After
the tornadoes were destroyed, they reappeared after a few seconds!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey appeared in the middle of the river. Even Licht was startled.
The newly formed tornadoes swept across the whole river, forming small vortexes, and the
river was severed in half. The river in front had broken down several protections, but the
second half was disrupted by the vertexes and failed to cause any effective damage.
Meanwhile, Norman chuckled and said, " Is that all you can do?"
The next moment, a storm in the wind field moved slowly. The storm swept across the
river and shattered it, slowly fading into nothingness.
Licht regained his composure with a hint of emotion in his eyes.
Grandpa is right. To deal with geniuses like you, this half-baked Floodwater Art of mine
isn't very effective...
Licht had a slightly stooped back, but when he thought of this, he seemed to stand up
straight, and his demeanor gradually changed too.
Philip clearly noticed this and raised his eyebrows.
This fat guy was really pretentious.
A look of disdain flashed in Norman's eyes.
He said, "Are you admitting defeat?"
Seeing this scene, the people around whispered among themselves.
"Licht is obviously no match for Norman. That powerful special art of his was easily wiped
out by Norman. How is he supposed to fight Norman?"
"I think so too. I heard that the most famous special art of the Great Holy Polo is this
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFloodwater Art, which is a complete set, rumored to be an ancient special art!"
"Really? In that case, I'm afraid Licht has no winning chance at all!"
"It's a pity that the white tiger royal family has a grudge against the Great Holy Polo. I'm
afraid Licht is doomed this time."
The surrounding comments spoke badly about Licht.
Licht listened to those comments without a ripple, while Philip looked at this scene with a
smile. He was no simple character, indeed.
In front of someone he was familiar with, Licht would appear quite slick and even annoying
sometimes. However, Philip did not forget that Licht was a heartless and ruthless person
when they first met.
Besides, the soup bowl was not the only holy weapon he had in his hands. He had other
things too.
To put it bluntly, even if Licht merely tossed out his holy weapons, Norman would be
crushed under their weight. Of course, Norman must have many holy weapons too.