Chu Lingguang tried to control the power of the strong, surging headwind with his paddle.
In his perception, it was as if the strong wind was being torn apart before him. All of its power split automatically and converged on the paddle. Chu Lingguang gently rocked the paddle, and a white wake, extremely conspicuous in the dim night, appeared behind the small fishing boat.
With the strong wind no longer blocking him, the Wind and Wave Power on his paddle continued to climb. The small boat finally shot upstream like an arrow loosed from a bow.
"Whoa!"
"How did it suddenly fly away?"
"He's no simple fisherman."
"He seems to be a powerful Martial Arts expert."
...
On the Song Boat, the scholars and beauties watched, stunned, as Chu Lingguang steered his small fishing boat, shooting upstream like an arrow from a bow.
