"Hehe... It seems that you little guy also understands people... If you don't die after a palm, not only will the matter of killing the fifth prince be written off, but the old man can also make the decision to agree to a request within his ability. The gray-shirted old man stared at Butian and said with a smile, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Butian didn't take this person's words to heart, but he still caressed his chest and saluted him as respectful, and then his eyes fell on Sean and Elena, and said solemnly: "The two seniors understand today's love for the younger generations, but today's affairs have caused a lot of turmoil, and the younger generations are duty-bound.

The younger generation is not reckless, and they will not joke with their lives. Although the strength of the intermediate level 5 is strong, under the palm of the hand, the juniors are conceited and still have a fifty percent chance of survival. ”

As soon as Butian's words came out, the audience was shocked, and under the palm of a mid-level 5-level powerhouse, there was a fifty percent chance of survival, and these words still popped out of the mouth of a middle-level 3-level guy.

In addition to the shock, the faces were even more strange and unspeakable, some sneered and disdainful, some looked suspicious, and more were full of mockery, feeling that Butian was simply immeasurable.

Among them, Nagaia laughed the loudest, and the disdain was obvious, as far as he thought that even if he crossed two levels under all the hole cards to receive a palm from a mid-level 5-level powerhouse, it would be a death and no life, and the chance of survival would not be one in ten, and now listening to Butianda's words that there is a fifty percent chance of survival, he feels ridiculous.

In the field, only people who are familiar with Butian, such as Renault, Carlando, and Sean have some belief in their hearts, but these few beliefs have dropped sharply after thinking of the difference in strength between the two sides by two levels.

"You... You're unreasonable... I don't know how thick the sky is, and fifty percent of it is certain... Hum... Amusing. ”

Elena was almost blown up by Butian's arrogant words, in her eyes, Butian was no longer as simple as being reckless, but brainless and stupid to the extreme, and these words were almost said through gritted teeth.

Bu Tian could only smile bitterly at this, but he couldn't answer.

He knew his own affairs, and he couldn't predict how strong a mid-level 5 powerhouse would be, after all, he had never fought against such a being, but he had a good reference, and that was Hawke.

Hawke's strength is unfathomable, and even if Sean was aware of his traces at the beginning, he couldn't accurately judge his strength. And at that time, Locke had said that Hawke had been at the peak of the mid-level 4 many years ago, and even if he hadn't broken through now, he should be about to step into the 5th level.

And when the old man with white hair made a move against Butian, with his obviously mid-level 5 strength, the pressure brought to him was not as strong as Hawke's, so it can be seen that Hawke's danger is still above that old man with white hair.

Butian and Hawke had a fight, although Hawke did not make a death move at that time and retained most of his strength, but he still gave Butian a life-and-death crisis.

From this, it can be seen that the strength of the middle-level 5 powerhouse should be more than ten times stronger than the strength of Hawke's attack at that time, that is, Bu Tianruo was facing Hawk in this state at that time, and he would be dead.

But as we all know, Hawke's strength is not only strong in his strength, but also in his elusive concealment method and sharp flying knife.

From this point of view, if Bu Tian faced Hawke, who was attacking with all his might, he would probably be killed with a single sword.

But if it is replaced with the frontal palm of a mid-level 5 powerhouse, under some precautions, and then confronted with the tenth sword of the Netherworld Thirteen Swords, even if it still seems to be a mantis arm, as long as the heart is not shattered, the head is still there, with the strong recovery ability of the Butian vampire physique, plus swallowing the Black Lotus Demon Fruit Paste in time after one palm, the chance of survival is still very high.

All this, Butian may still hesitate, but because Habia III is aggressive, Butian had an idea as early as the moment Sean wanted to do something with him, and he had no chance to say it until the battle broke out.

And after that, there was a projection of the divine consciousness of the old man in the gray shirt who protected the country, and made a heavy promise, and Butian, who was already a little hesitant in his heart, could no longer watch from the sidelines, so he should make this palm appointment.

Sean treats him well, and Sean has stepped forward many times, which has made him ashamed, and now if he is a bystander again, let Sean fight with the gray-shirted old man, maybe his life can be saved afterwards, but the friendship between Sean and Sean is likely to end here.

After all, the protection of a promise at that time, and now that Sean has done enough, far beyond the weight of the promise itself.

Butian is a hot-blooded person, and if others treat him well, he will remember it in his heart and repay him a hundredfold.

At this time, he didn't plan to hide anymore, in order to have a clear conscience, in order to let Sean see clearly and let everyone see clearly, he stepped into the sky, dared to act, frank, not weak and avoided behind others, asked others to take his share of responsibility, and did not be silent, heartless to watch others fight for themselves, while he stood by and watched.

With this palm, he put life and death aside, just for the blood in his heart, just for a clear conscience, he wants to fight!

Sean's eyes gradually became solemn, and he slowly retracted the magic power around his body, lowered the wand in his hand, stared at Butian and whispered: "I once said that I appreciate your courage to work hard, and today, I will send you this again." Hope you... Don't let me down. ”

"Xiao Xiao..."Elena's face changed, but when she saw the extremely trusting gaze in Sean's eyes, her heart trembled for no reason, this kind of trusting gaze, she had never seen in Sean's eyes, not even for her.

For a while, Alina's heart was extremely complicated, she glanced at Butian in a daze, and was silent, and now, perhaps touched by Sean's trusting gaze, she felt that Butian's idea of not knowing the height of the sky was gone, although she still didn't believe it, but she no longer objected.

With Sean's recognition and encouragement, Butian grinned, his heart was full of pride for a while, and he immediately shouted at Nahabia III: "One palm, what if I take your palm?"

Hearing this, Habia III sneered, and looked at Butian as if he was looking at a dead man.

The appearance of such an episode in the peak duel was something that no one expected, and most of the crowd in the martial arts arena shook their heads and sighed, thinking that Butian was too Meng Lang, taking life as a child's play, and it was not far from death. And there are also a few people with strange looks in their eyes, thinking that Butian dares to fight, and has his own strength, if he does not fall in the future, he will become a great weapon.

Among these people, there is the cold and beautiful woman Mu Yan, who looked at Butian at this moment, there was a trace of emotion, as if she was surprised by her courage, and as if she was moved by her blood.

On the contrary, Gaia and several other people who were very hostile to Butian sneered and waited for the scene of Butian's death to happen on the spot.

Since the little guy agreed to make a promise, the old man took it upon himself to fulfill his promise. After seeing that Sean and Elena no longer objected, the gray-shirted old man breathed a sigh of relief, and did not hesitate at the moment, and suddenly stretched out a finger and stabbed Habia III in the forehead.

At the moment pointed out, the wind and clouds changed, the power of heaven and earth surged violently, and the rain that had been getting smaller suddenly stopped at this moment, and some people whose spiritual power was not strong couldn't help but condense their spirits with the piercing of this finger, as if they had been robbed of their souls.

I saw that there was a gray-white qi on the fingertips, faintly forming a small gray-white seal, and there was a majestic coercion and the breath of subduing all things, which was daunting.

In the face of the gray-shirted old man's spirit, he trembled, and there was a sense of being stripped out of the whole world and being in the realm of nothingness, but despite this, his figure still did not move, allowing this finger to fall, right above his eyebrows.

The gray and white qi flashed and disappeared, and in an instant, it sank into the eyebrows of Habia III, and the majestic coercion suddenly dissipated, and everyone only felt that the tense heart was inexplicably light, and the tense body was also relaxed, but then there was a feeling of tightness in the chest, and there was a feeling of nausea and vomiting.

Habia III's body shook violently, and a look of pain appeared on his face, and as the gray-shirted old man's fingers were withdrawn, a small gray seal suddenly appeared on his eyebrows, shining brightly.

At the same time, the aura of the king covering Habia III's body melted like a snowflake, but in a moment, the originally powerful aura of kung fu suddenly shrank, and in just a few breaths, his strength dropped from the quasi-high level to the middle level 5, his face became pale, and his already aging face became even more haggard.

Looking at this qiē Butian's heart, he felt a strong vigilance in his heart for this gray-shirted old man with high-level strength.

Just a trace of divine consciousness projection can seal the quasi-high-level Habya III, although this is also the reason why Habya III did not make any resistance, but looking at the relaxed posture of this gray-shirted old man, it is obvious that there is still more power, whether Habya III resists or not, the ending will not be much better.

"Luckily... I agreed to this palm agreement, otherwise if Sean and Elena confronted this old man, even if they could defeat his divine sense projection, when the old man himself came, the consequences would be worrying.

Sean and Elena are the judges of the Holy Light Academy, and this old man will not do anything to the two of them... But what happened to me... There is probably only one death. ”

In Butian's deep groan, Nahabia III had recovered from the weakness of the energy aura being sealed, his eyes were cold, and he walked towards Butian with a sneer.

"Be careful. Sean stared at Butian for a long time, and finally said these two words, Elena also looked at Butian, although she did not speak, but her eyes had lost the previous trace of disdain and disgust, and were replaced by face and encouragement.

Bu Tian smiled and nodded, watching the two figures retreat.