Bubai stared straight at death zooming in closer and closer...

  His Bubai tingle kicked into overdrive mode, slowing the world down and stretching a heartbeat into an eternity.

  Even then, there was no time to think. Only to react!

  The toes gripping the wall like a hawk’s talon unleashed their power like a coiled spring to unch him sideways!

  At the same time, a palm spped the water to steal another desperate burst of momentum!

  Everything moved in a syrupy crawl…

  But the immense burst of power managed to twist his whole body—and, crucially, his head—just a few inches, just barely enough to let the spear of lightning hiss past by a hair’s breadth!

  As, he dodged, but the wall can’t. Then—impact. Zzzzz—Zap!

  The lightning spear bloomed like an out-of-control electric net, shocking to the extreme!

  The point-bnk shock smmed into him like Thor’s hammer, numbing every nerve and short-circuiting all his meridians!

  Qi, blood—all their flow got disrupted!

  The Qi channeling to his feet vanished like smoke and gravity recimed him like a jealous lover, dragging him toward the watery grave below!

  Kerplunk!

  This time, the water was not his friend. It actually tag-teamed with the raging lightning to cook him like a shrimp!

  Searing agony ravaged his body all over—his skin, his face, his little brother…

  His instincts wailed in pain!

  But any wails got drowned out by the water flooding into his mouth that served as an expedite express for the lightning to scald his lungs and other organs…

  There was no fighting it. Nothing he could do, except get stunned silly and sink like a rock into the deep sea abyss.

  Down, down, down…

  Every second, darkness swallowed his vision more and more…

  He almost thought he bcked out, but the fshing arcs of electric currents crackling in the blurry world above told him he wasn’t out just yet.

  But even those flickers soon winked out, leaving him adrift in a void of darkness...

  No pain. No light. Floating there completely paralyzed and listening to his faintly recovering heartbeat.

  Thud-thump... Thud-thump…

  In this state, there was little he could do except waiting for his stubborn regeneration powers to work its magic.

  Well, well... Merlin’s stinky diapers… this really sucks.

  But on the bright side, at least his mind was wide awake!

  That was some serious damage to his physical body, yet his spirit felt perfectly fine.

  There’s no problems with the connection to his mysterious dew-filled dantian space.

  His personal storage warehouse was still an open-access Doraemon’s pocket.

  At any moment, he could pull out a life-saving trump card or two.

  But for now, he didn’t.

  Save those stuff for when he’s really screwed. This? This is just being... medium screwed. Kinda.

  Ugh... he really got screwed this time, huh?

  Now that he thought about it… Dear Merlin, he made such a bad py!

  Seriously, just think about it.

  That water-lightning combo shouldn’t come as a shocker at all.

  After all, he experienced it firsthand when “Water Boy 1.0” electrocuted him yesterday!

  But even knowing that intel, he still got hit like a target dummy.

  Gotta say, he felt dumb, dumb, and dumber.

  He already had a pn. A good pn! Why bother swimming up to court death?

  There was no need to pop his head out like a whack-a-mole and beg to get smacked down again!

  He should’ve just stayed a fish in water. A smart, hiding fish…

  Er… then again, maybe that wouldn’t have been much better in the face of this shocker.

  Honestly, there really wasn’t any good countermeasures against the power of lightning.

  Lightning doesn’t like knocking politely before it rushes over. Can’t expect to outrun it at this stage.

  As for resisting it? Ha. That’s what he just did. Did that end well? Not really.

  Perhaps he’ll do better if he got some lightning-resistant gear to help, but where can he even get such a thing?

  After all, anything that could resist lightning counted as powerful tribution-assistive artifacts.

  These treasures were coveted by the elites and even the special materials used to make them would never see the light of day in the open market!

  That meant a small group of cultivators become the lightning-resistant tonka bean tree, while the rest are left defenseless.

  That’s why lightning sat proudly atop the pantheon of destructive attributes, with its main rival being fire.

  But compared to the popurity of fire-attribute spells, those actually mastering any sort of lighting power was actually pretty rare.

  Most could only borrow its teeth through external means like the Water Boy 2.0 paddling upstairs.

  But borrowing the beast’s power didn’t mean immunity from its bite.

  That meant that Water Boy 2.0 wasn’t exactly having a tea party up there either.

  The man can’t fly. Even if he can jump the start, he can’t avoid the shock therapy in the end.

  So it didn’t come as as a shock that he hasn’t swum down to finish the job off yet.

  Or maybe he didn’t know how to swim? Pfft. No way, right? Now, that would be a shocking fact! Haha.

  Okay, enough jokes and puns. Time to get serious.

  Seeing his dark-spotted vision gradually fading back in, Bubai weakly twitched his fingers just to prove he still could and was rewarded with a sharp sting of pain.

  Oof. But that’s a good sign.

  If there’s too much lice, it don’t itch. Since he could feel the pain again, it meant his battered shell was getting much better.

  He tried moving his legs next. But no response. Not yet.

  Seems his wrecked self still hasn’t recovered to the point that he could move.

  So Bubai did the only thing he could: y there and observe the situation above.

  Slowly, his blurry vision cleared bit by bit…

  Once some sembnce of his eyes’ powerful vision returned, Bubai immediately spotted something wrong.

  Growing right under the skin of the water above like a tumor was an odd swelling water bubble.

  That was the only bubble around and it was way rger than it should be.

  And if that wasn’t enough to sound arm bells, the second-rate spellcaster pnting a palm right atop the abnormal bubble might as well have pnted a sign: "Suspicious Activity Here."

  Bubai squinted and can’t help but grumble inside. What’s that jerk up to now?

  Nothing good, for sure.

  But there was nothing he could do except y there and pretend to be a drowned fish.

  Lucky for him, since this is a life-and-death match, there is no down timer and no referee would blow a whistle to call the match.

  He can take his sweet time to recover and y here all he wanted… well, until death comes knocking.

  Bubai certainly didn’t want to hear that knock.

  So he upped strands of Qi seeping out from his dantian to expedite the healing process.

  At this rate... any more wall-climbing will be extremely limited.

  But that was fine. He didn’t pn to rely on that to win this deathmatch anyways.

  While his healing factor worked its magic, Bubai absently stared up at the bubble that already ballooned past the size of an elephant.

  Huh? It got that big already? Uh wait a sec… is it… is it coming down?!

  Now that… wasn’t good news.

  The bubble’s descent speed was painfully slow, like snail-pace slow, but there’s no mistake.

  It was coming for him, like a falling guillotine.

  Wonderful. Justttt wonderful. Can't wait to find out what that does—NOT!

  Now came the real conundrum: should he bus out his super-st-resort trump card now? Or just take the hit like a man but risk regretting life’s choice?

  The devil on his shoulder growled, “Use your ace card! Time to aura farm! Better to blow a hole through the world than get squashed like an ant against a nobody!”

  The angel on the other side yawned, “Calm down. It’s just a bubble. Man up. You’re already half-dead. What’s the worst that could happen?”

  Watching that bubble sink closer and closer, the angel and devil debated on his shoulders until he felt some strength returning to them...

  Huh. Bubai discreetly flexed his leg muscles. Half-recovered. He can move now. Not perfectly, but enough.

  Since that’s the case…

  Bubai gazed up at the bubble that loomed not far above.

  Like hell he will sit and wait!

  Tensing his legs, he prepared to dart away—

  But fate, that cruel puppeteer, yanked the strings first. That bubble went—Pop!

  Bubai’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. Shiiiimatta!

  At first, there was nothing, just a strange stillness…

  Then in the next instant, the water exploded in his face!