But Zhu Bufan, or rather Nameless, was naturally violent. Even knowing he had no chance of victory, he was unwilling to submit. So he raised his head high, looked at the sky, and said: "So what? If you have the skill, show yourself."
"Indeed, you are an ignorant young boy. Let me show you the difference between us." The elder's voice suddenly let out a faint shout. A ripple stirred on the lake surface.
Zhu Bufan suddenly felt the air around him grow heavy. It was an indescribable sensation, as though weighed down by something invisible. He quietly circulated the Qi within his body, trying to rid himself of the intangible feeling. Yet it was of no use. He had no idea how the master of the Virtual Realm had attacked, nor when he had fallen prey. All he could do now was respond to each move as it came.
