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Bu stepped into the air, gradually rising with the wind. Looking down, everything below was a blur, obscured by the strong winds that whipped up dust and rain, swirling large patches of land and blocking his view.
"That old turtle, Habea III, really has no patience. Before I even finished speaking, he suddenly attacked. I was hoping to negotiate with him to keep his strength within Intermediate Level 5; I was ready to accept that palm strike agreement..."
Bu painfully took out a vial containing Snow Sun Pills and poured two pills into his mouth, cursing Habea III in his heart.
These Snow Sun Pills were quite valuable; each one he consumed felt like a loss. As for the Black Lotus Elixir that Kalandor had given him, he had no intention of using such a precious remedy for just a minor injury.
Originally, according to his plan, if Habea III could control his exceptional strength and refrain from using energy fields to enhance his attacks, accepting that palm strike agreement wouldn’t have been an issue.
After all, with Bu's robust physique and the miraculous effects of the Black Lotus Elixir, as long as he wasn’t killed in one hit and still had breath left in him, he would definitely survive.
This way, he could personally resolve the trouble he had caused while ensuring that Sean Sterling wouldn’t be dragged into it. If this matter succeeded, he would also gain the respect of other Judges. When he later entered Holy Light Academy, he would have a solid standing.
However, imagining things was always pleasant. Bu suspected that Habea III might be blinded by anger over the death of his child and overly confident in his own strength, readily agreeing to his request. Yet, despite all calculations, Bu hadn’t accounted for Beck.
Beck had stirred trouble from within, mocking Bu's courage and subtly implying that Bu was unwilling to accept the palm strike agreement. This led Habea III to mistakenly believe that Bu was toying with him, causing him to lose his temper and attack without giving Bu a chance to respond.
"That damn Beck! Once I become stronger in the future, I will definitely tear apart that foul mouth of his," Bu gritted his teeth, mentally marking Beck as an enemy to be avenged at the first opportunity.
Lost in thought, Bu suddenly felt Gale Dragon twist beneath him. He stumbled but quickly steadied himself and looked down.
However, looking down revealed nothing; the air was thick with swirling dust and rain, making it impossible to see anything.
Yet when Habea III unleashed a punch imbued with martial intent, even Sean Sterling didn’t dare to be careless. Although he had already ascended again, that punch transformed into an overwhelming energy impact as if a fierce tiger was roaring and pouncing forward.
The Fifth-Level Magic Barrier trembled violently at the moment the fist intent erupted, and a transparent shield gradually revealed dark cracks, as if it would shatter completely like a bubble in the next instant.
Suspended in mid-air, Sean Sterling could use his flight spell to evade the fierce energy impact, but he would likely be grazed by the energy at the moment he dodged. With his Low-Level warrior physique, even a slight brush would undoubtedly lead to his demise.
After delivering that punch, Habea III could no longer remain suspended in the air and began to plummet rapidly to the ground. Sean Sterling's expression turned grave as he fully activated his Mental Power; Gale Dragon was already approaching with a swift turn of its massive body, like a thick wall of gale wind blocking his path.
Almost simultaneously, the energy impact from the fist intent slammed into Gale Dragon's enormous form. Instantly, arcs of electricity flickered and extinguished, and the whirling gale winds seemed to be shattered by an even stronger force. The wide gale dragon body appeared to be pierced by sunlight breaking through clouds, shining brilliantly with numerous gaps.
With a scream, Bu felt a tremendous shock within Gale Dragon's body. The protective gale wind membrane surrounding him shattered in an instant. After being hit by the intense air wave, his form could no longer stabilize and he began to fall headfirst from a height of one hundred feet toward the ground.
"Ah... I bought this last year... help..." Bu shouted for help in shock, but the fierce winds in the air rushed into his mouth as soon as he opened it.
His body was tumbling uncontrollably downward. At such a height, if he truly hit the ground, there would be no chance for his Vampire Physique to save him; even if he were reborn as a ghost, he would still die from the fall.
The distance was too great, and with Gale Dragon collapsing due to the gathered winds, Sean Sterling also suffered from magical backlash. Although it couldn't harm him, it caused him to pause mid-air and dizziness filled his mind. Thus, while he sensed Bu's danger, he was unable to rescue him.
"Alas..." Seeing this situation, Elena sighed deeply. With a stomp of her foot, Bu Qing's illusionary aura enveloped her as her graceful figure soared from atop a tall stone pillar, rushing toward Bu with a fragrant breeze.
In the moment when Bu was less than ten feet from the ground, Elena's figure arrived just in time. With a gentle lift of her arms, two soft energy ropes suddenly wrapped around Bu's falling body.
A tremendous force erupted suddenly; the two energy ropes almost simultaneously shattered and dissipated after a brief moment. Bu felt his body jolt as if his waist bones had shifted due to this powerful pulling force. However, he continued to fall uncontrollably downward.
Elena had anticipated this and used the explosive force to guide her descent. Just as Bu was about to hit the ground, she wrapped her arms around his waist.
With a loud thud that shook the earth and sent dirt flying, a pit appeared upon landing. During this fall, Bu did not feel excruciating pain or shattered bones; instead, there was a comforting sensation of softness in his embrace. Especially amidst the dust mixed with rainwater at that moment, the warmth and softness behind him made Bu nearly forget about the agonizing pain in his waist.
"Who is it...?" Sniffing the fragrance reminiscent of orchids and musk, Bu was almost reluctant to leave this warm embrace. However, his fantasies were abruptly doused like cold water, waking him in an instant.
It was Elena who sensed the ambiguous situation at that moment. Her expression turned frosty as she pushed Bu away with force, her tone icy cold: "Stay away from me."
Bu Xin stumbled backward from the push, falling to the ground and biting into the mud.
"Spit, spit, spit..." After spitting out several mouthfuls of dirt, Bu propped himself up and turned his gaze toward the graceful figure that had leaped onto the ground.
Despite Elena's seemingly indifferent attitude, Bu Xin felt a surge of gratitude. After all, the person who stepped forward to save him at this moment, regardless of whether it was out of genuine concern, was someone he would remember for their kindness.
"Thank you, Lady Elena, for your help," Bu said, patting his chest in gratitude, looking utterly disheveled and muddy.
Elena snorted coldly, casting a sidelong glance at Bu before saying indifferently: "With Sean Sterling treating you like this, you should take care of yourself."
After her words, Elena lightly tapped Bu Qing and gracefully departed. The pouring rain could not touch her, and the howling cold wind could not lift a single strand of her hair.
At this moment, the Gale Dragon seemed to melt away like snow under sunlight. Surrounded by blinding golden light, the fierce winds dissipated as its massive body gradually dissolved into nothingness.
Sean Sterling's complexion paled slightly. Upon realizing that Bu was unharmed, he visibly relaxed but then felt a surge of fury rising within him. His gaze turned icy as he looked down at Habea III, who was also burning with rage. He raised his wand again, ready to cast the second technique of White Eye Seven Techniques.
Seeing this scene, Habea III could no longer contain himself. A hint of murderous intent flickered across his face. Given his status, it was already rare for him to tolerate Sean Sterling's arrogance multiple times. However, judging by the current situation, it was clear that the other party was refusing to drink the wine offered and instead seeking punishment. Thus, he no longer needed to endure; he immediately took out a golden token from his pocket and crushed it fiercely.
The golden token shattered, and a wisp of brown smoke rose gracefully from the fragments, hovering above Habea III's head and transforming into an illusory figure of a Gray-Clad Elder.
At the moment this Gray-Clad Elder appeared, the entire void seemed to tremble. The raindrops falling from above appeared to pause for an instant as everyone’s gaze converged; they could hear each other's breathing clearly.
“Divine Consciousness Projection…” Sean Sterling's actions suddenly halted, his brow furrowed.
“Elder…” Upon seeing the apparition of the Gray-Clad Elder, Habea III placed a hand on his chest and bowed deeply, appearing extremely respectful.
Not only Habea III, but everyone in the Training Ground held their breath, their eyes blazing with fervor as they placed a hand on their chests and called out “Elder.” Even the proud Reynold and the arrogant Gaia displayed utmost respect at this moment, not daring to show any signs of negligence.
“Elder,” the title given to the Guardian Martial Saint by everyone in Crook Duchy. In Crook Duchy, a High-Level powerhouse is seen as a divine representative, symbolizing supreme power, safeguarding the prosperity and longevity of a nation, earning universal respect and fear.
“What brings you here?”
The Gray-Clad Elder appeared spirited, his eyes seemingly containing endless stars. His gray-white hair was simply tied back in a ponytail, and despite being merely an illusion, his stance exuded an imposing presence akin to mountains lying across the land and rivers rushing forth.
“Elder, please help me seek justice. I, Wuer, was killed, and I cannot rest until this vengeance is fulfilled,” Habea III expressed hatred in his eyes and bowed once more.
“Wuer...? Is that the Fellow you brought last time?”
The elder's voice was aged yet commanding. As he spoke, his gaze swept around the area; those who met his eyes immediately felt a piercing pain in their minds, causing them to turn pale and lower their heads in fear. Only twelve Judges in the arena remained calm and composed.
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