Even though he said that, Rupero really caught his black line trick, which was definitely a very heavy blow to Brahminto. Because he had been in the master level for many years with this move alone. Although he had never lost once below the holy realm, it does not mean that he could be invincible at the master level.

After all, this world is so big, how could there be fewer experts?

Brahminton had met several opponents who could draw with him at the beginning, but the reason why the opponent could compete with him was that he could not decide the outcome was because the opponent had holy tools, but Brahminton did not.

Perot did not have a holy weapon, and Brahminto could see it clearly. When the black line was pressing to Perot, Perot did not take the initiative to dodge, nor even took out the weapons. He just stretched out his palms like himself, but he poked out like lightning in the direction where the black line was pressing toward it, and actually tried to grab the black line.

Seeing this scene, Brahminto's face suddenly became even more sarcastic. Of course, it was because he did not find that the other party had the holy weapon given by the powerful people in the holy realm that he was so contemptuous. Seeing the black line pasted on Perona's two fleshy palms, Brahminto, with a proud look on his face, couldn't help but sneer again and said, "Look for..."

But he had just said one word, before the word "death" was released, he was suddenly shocked by the scene he saw in front of him. His eyes were stunned. His body seemed to have become rigid and motionless in an instant. His whole person seemed to have turned into an ice sculpture in an instant, and he even forgot his breathing.

At this moment, Brahminto had no thoughts in his mind. There was only the scene he saw and the shock that was like a tide, which instantly swallowed his mind. Almost as he blurted out the first word, the disdain and contempt on his face immediately disappeared like clouds, and replaced by a sudden expression of his eyes due to the unconcealable astonishment.

He could see clearly. Just as the black line was instantly pressed on Perot's two flesh palms at an extremely fast speed, and when he was about to move forward like it had pierced through the unfamiliar palms before, Perot's mouth slightly raised, and a very friendly smile flashed across his face instantly, he could not see any special movements at all. He just pushed forward with his palms at an extremely casual pace, gathered his fingers, and made an action to grab the black line at an extremely slow speed.

But his speed was too slow, which formed a huge contrast with the speed of the black line. This speed was not too late to grasp the black line before the black line penetrated the flesh palm. Wuqi in the distance, although he had great confidence in Perot's strength, when he saw Perot's attack speed so slow, he couldn't help but frown, slapped his forehead, and said intimately: No!

At the same time, Rhodes and Barke looked at each other. After seeing the disappointment in each other's eyes, they all shook their heads silently and did not speak, as did the others.

The reason why they were so disappointed was because they had too high predictions of Perot's strength. They originally thought that the powerful people in the Holy Realm would take the lead in launching an offensive and take the initiative to dodge the attack, but they never thought that the fat man's speed was so slow and his reaction was so slow.

Although they have never seen how strong the Sacred Realm power is, everyone is very clear that even the Sacred Realm power is, you are just one person.

If you are a human being, you must have a flesh and blood body. As long as you are a flesh and blood body, your body's defense will not be much stronger. Otherwise, why would both the Sword Saint and the Fighting Saint who are powerful people in the Holy Realm wear armor? This is the best proof.

But at this moment, a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded, and the speed was like a black lightning that broke through the air flashed. The attack was like a roar of wind, surging and continuous, and the lethality was like the sharpest in the world. The black line like a divine weapon that could penetrate everything and kill everything actually had an incredible and unacceptable picture intimate contact with Perot's two balls of flesh palms.

The black line did not penetrate Perot's flesh palm as everyone expected, just like the palm that had penetrated Wuqi before. Instead, it was like a sharp blade suddenly hitting an extremely hard iron block, with a crisp "ding" sound. The front end of the black line suddenly trembled in a violent collision with the flesh palm, and then disappeared.

The black lines behind followed closely, both the offensive, lethality and speed were the same as before, and there was no deviation in the position where they were selected to penetrate. But in the end, they were all the same as the black lines that had dissipated before, and in the crisp "ding" sound.

"Dingding Dingding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..." Then, another black line attacked immediately. The black line's impact was too fast, like countless continuous waves, in the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the strong wind, it was extremely fierce and violently impacting Perot's flesh palm.

But the final result did not change at all. They were like a thunder cloud with heavy thunder and small raindrops. They did not cause any damage to Perot's palm, and even no trace of violent collision was left behind.

It was not until this time that Wuqi and his partner behind him finally put their hearts in their throats back to their original place at the same time. Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, with relaxed expressions on their faces, but at the same time, their hearts became difficult to understand, bigger and bigger, and more doubts.

Why can Perot block the black line with such a terrifying lethality? Why are there no scars on his palms even though he has not used weapons? Could it be that his palms are just covered with a layer of metal palms of human skin? But if this is true, why can the skin on his palms remain intact? The attack of the black line is so terrifying that it cannot fall off and reveal the internal structure!

Why?

There is no answer, at least Wuqi and his group and Brahmin cannot find the answer in their hearts.

However, although the answer is not, time does not stop, and it is even more impossible to stop. Instead, it is still continuing. In this strange and even incomprehensible atmosphere, we slowly moved forward, one second, two seconds, and then three seconds, until ten seconds later, Perot's ten fingers finally closed completely, as if he was grabbing a rope, tightly holding the black line.

The impact of the black line was terminated and ended. It only took ten seconds from appearance to completion, but the black line had already impacted Perot's palm hundreds of times, which showed how fast Brahminto's move was and how terrifying it was. If his move was not encountered Perot, it could indeed be called an almost invincible trick under the Holy Land.

But what he met was a powerful man in the Holy Land, and an old senior who became famous earlier. It was amazing. Wuqi was very hostile to Brahminto. When Perot had not appeared before, he even sacrificed his own lives to fight to the death with the other party in order to save his friends' lives.

But now, when he saw Brahminto's trick falling in front of Perot, it was like a child playing house, without any threat, and even made him feel a little unacceptable, a trace of pity suddenly appeared in his heart. However, this thought was only stuck in his mind for a moment, and was immediately erased by Wuqi.

"Your black line is so interesting, I'll borrow it to play with it." At this moment, Perot suddenly spoke and said with a smile.

As soon as these words were spoken, Brahminto's face suddenly turned pale. He immediately retreated dozens of steps quickly. At the same time, with a thought moving, he suddenly let out a hum of unwillingness.

A second later, the black line immediately fell off his palm without warning, and then it quickly fell from Perot's hand like a real long rope. However, when the black line landed, it gradually became more and more transparent like clouds. As time went by, it finally dissipated in an instant, as if it had never existed before, leaving no trace.

At the same time when the black line dissipated, Brahminto turned around without any hesitation and rushed towards the end of the mountain road leading to the seventh floor. His speed was too fast. With a flash, his body almost immediately turned into a black light. In just a blink of an eye, he reached the intersection, and was about to rush into the mountain road and escaped from the eighth floor.

But at this moment, Perot's voice suddenly came from behind him, "Do you want to leave?" But when a cold snort suddenly echoed in everyone's ears, Perot's feet just took a light step forward, and in an instant, it seemed as if they had crossed countless distances. With one step, he actually caught up with Brahminto who was escaping quickly.

Moreover, not only that, at this step, Perot's body even reached the intersection faster than Brahminto. Just as Brahminto was about to rush out of the eighth floor and escape from Perot's control from the mountain road, a white afterimage suddenly appeared behind Brahminto, like a flying fire meteor, bringing up a roaring storm and blocking the intersection in an instant.

After a moment, the strong wind dissipated, revealing Perot in the white shadow. He smiled again, showed his very friendly smile, looked at Brahminto, who looked pale and said, "Just leave like that? Have you forgotten what you have to take? I just remembered it very clearly. You seem to have said you would take the Medal of Honor from me, right?"

Brahminto immediately took a step back with a palpitation, and looked at Perot like a great enemy, and his expression suddenly became nervous, but his heart was not as panicked as it appeared on the surface. He was just extremely afraid, but he was not afraid, let alone frightened.

Because he had not used his strongest trick yet, although Perot easily blocked his black line trick without any effort, which was beyond his expectations, he just regarded Perot as a character who could tie him.

The reason why he chose to escape was only the wisest way he knew that he could no longer easily obtain the medal of honor in Perot's hands. However, in such a short time, Brahminto still struggled in his heart for a long time.

If my strongest trick hadn't been used to take too much vitality and could only be used once in a month, how could I be afraid of you?

After three seconds of silence, Brahminto still couldn't bear Perona's arrogant expression that made him disgusted. Suddenly his face darkened and he whispered: "I advise you to get out of the way. I'm changing my mind now and don't want to fight you anymore. I don't want the Medal of Honor. If you let me go, no one will be hurt, otherwise both sides will suffer later and no one will feel good. Don't force me!"

Brahminto was telling the truth. Ruperot was just a master-level peak powerhouse. Then his strongest trick could definitely seriously injure the opponent or even kill him on the spot. However, after using the strongest trick, his own strength would immediately fall to a level and take a month of cultivation to recover.

It was precisely because of so much thought that Brahminto changed his previous terrified expression, showing a look of unwillingness and even a little angry, and said.

But he didn't know that he was meeting a super master who had hidden his breath for a whole realm. "Both losers?" After hearing Brahminto's words, Perot suddenly laughed twice, but then his expression suddenly changed, his right fist was like lightning, and he waved it in front of him, and a strong white light was drawn out, and he said.

This punch did not cause any sound, but the speed of this punch was too fast, as if it had caused time to suddenly stop at this moment.

Under Perot's punch, Brahminto had not even had time to react, and his left face seemed to be hit hard by a hammer. His whole left face instantly sunk inward, making a crisp sound of a broken bone. The next moment, his body suddenly seemed to be hit by a huge force that could not resist. His whole person immediately threw it high and flew backwards towards the rock hundreds of meters behind him.

The speed was too fast. In just a moment, it was like Brahminto's previous black line trick. He pierced through rocks as big as a rockery and knocked out towards the larger rock behind him. However, the target he pierced at this moment became a rock, and Brahminto himself seemed to have become the black line that made Wuqi and others heartbroken, but Perot disapproved.

After several "bangs", Brahminto's body penetrated through ten rocks as big as an elephant, and finally fell heavily on the ground like a heavy sandbag, making an extremely muffled sound. Countless gravels on the ground were suddenly shaken high, and then fell again. After several repetitions, they finally completely disappeared into the smoke and dust that had just risen from the ground and disappeared.

A very friendly smile appeared on Perot's face again. He raised his right foot gently, and his body turned into a white light and sank into the smoke and dust in just a moment. The next moment, the smoke and dust suddenly disappeared as if it was blowing violently, and two figures inside appeared.

At this moment, Perot was holding the scarred and grey-faced Brahmin neck collar with one hand, smiling slightly, and then whispered: "Answer my question."

Suddenly, Brahminto's body trembled violently. This was not because he was suffering from the scratches and scratches all over his body, but because he was scared by Perot's punch just now. After experiencing Perot's punch with his own eyes, he could not hear Perot's question just now. At this moment, in his eyes, the fat man with a smile on his face and extremely cute appearance was still the opponent he could compete with.

With just one punch, he instantly determined that this was definitely not the power that he could achieve at this level. Not only strength, but also speed were obviously far beyond his own. In the face of this overwhelming force, Brahminto felt pale in his heart almost instantly. His strongest trick could not be compared with Perot's punch just now. The difference was too much, so he was really scared at this moment.
Chapter completed!