Then, his gaze turned to Bai Yilin, "And you?"
Bai Yilin's expression was solemn and serious, "I know I am no match for the senior alone, and even if everyone combined their strength, we couldn't defeat him, so I have a bold request."
"I want to fight the senior one-on-one, and I ask that the senior also use his own strength..."
The dark-haired youth looked at the handgun in his hand and smiled, "Isn't this considered my strength too? Everything can become strength."
Bai Yilin nodded seriously, his hands rapidly tapping over ten times on his own acupoints. Spiritual Energy was surging and a large amount of magic spread over his body.
"I will make the senior use his true strength!"
He looked apologetic as he turned to Su Qi and Old Mo, "And sorry, both of you."
"No need to apologize to him," Su Qi pointed at Old Mo, "he has already given in."
"And no need to apologize to me either."
Su Qi watched as his own strength burst forth in a surge, covered in various magics, and Bai Yilin's hair turned white as if bearing a great cost, "Use all your strength, and I'll learn a bit more information, consider it the initiation trial I mentioned earlier."
Old Mo's eyes widened, "I knew this guy was shameless, talking about initiation?"
Yet Bai Yilin was taken aback, then softly chuckled, "Alright."
Then he stepped forward.
"Actually, I am the one... who is the most naive."
Su Qi and Old Mo paused, remembering the man with glasses who criticized those geniuses who followed their fighting instincts.
And this statement... was Bai Yilin's response to himself.
Bai Yilin's body flashed with white brilliance, his white hair standing straight up as if he had activated the Eight Gates Escape Armor! He charged forward with a boom!
"Earlier he said he practiced both physical and magic arts, but he has always used magic, and now..." Su Qi looked over, "he has started using physical arts."
He admired Bai Yilin.
This fallen genius, this abandoned wanderer, still possessed infinite potential, although no one dared to invest in him after his downfall.
As the man with glasses said, there were too many dazzling newcomers on this path.
Bai Yilin yelled fiercely!
The dark-haired youth smiled faintly, swaying the Desert Eagle slightly, undisturbed.
Meanwhile, Old Mo watched the two fighting, his eyes widening.
Bai Yilin was extremely powerful! It seemed that there had previously been no opportunity to use such a trump card, but now that it had burst forth, the power was not much less than that of the man with glasses!
Of course, he didn't know what the cost was!
And the dark-haired youth, perhaps because of the other's display of strength, or Bai Yilin's extreme cry of life, finally slowly holstered his Desert Eagle, and started to use his Spiritual Energy with a slight smile!
Old Mo even felt his eyes well up with tears.
"Su Buxian, watching this gets my blood boiling, I want to jump in too."
"Well, why don't you then?"
"Forget it, I can't ruin Brother Bai's battle of honor." Old Mo wouldn't admit that he was just talking; his strength was probably behind in timing.
"Wait..." Old Mo suddenly paused, looking towards someone no longer beside him.
"What are you doing."
Su Qi was holding a twig and drawing a pattern on the ground.
"He's very strong, stronger than I expected."
"Isn't that obvious?" Old Mo paused, watching the fight, "Brother Bai has burst out with full strength, still unable to inflict any damage on the dark-haired youth, who seems to have used only a small part of his strength... and that's just his projection, it's hard to imagine how terrifying his real strength might be, I was planning to surrender right after watching your fight."
"That's good, you are the most rational among the newcomers."
"Stop using his own gimmicks!" Old Mo roared, "And what on earth are you drawing."
"Isn't he very strong?" Su Qi continued outlining the pattern intently,
"So I'm... summoning God."