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Bu Xin, Zhong Wei Lin, Reynold, had previously been mentioned by Bill on the carriage, who referred to him as the strongest among the younger generation of Sparta City.
Now, seeing his level of popularity, it is clear that he is indeed worthy of his reputation, and Bu has gradually begun to take him seriously.
Although he is confident in his own abilities, confidence does not equate to arrogance. Underestimating any potential opponent could lead to unexpected failures. Reynold had already reached Low-Level strength a year ago and is indeed a formidable adversary.
At this moment, Bill appeared excited and exhilarated; if it weren't for Warren Earl being nearby, he might have started shouting and cheering. Bu found it somewhat amusing; it was hard to imagine that someone with Vulture Face's personality would be so enthusiastic for another person. Could it be that he is a loyal fan of Reynold?
In the Gladiatorial Arena, all the participants of the first round gathered here, a total of one thousand people, with no one absent.
Most participants wore excited expressions, casting provocative glances at their surrounding opponents; however, they all kept their distance from the area where Reynold stood. Even some strong individuals at Low-Level did not want to draw too much attention to themselves too early.
Reynold stood quietly, expressionless. His appearance was not particularly striking, but he exuded an air of superiority. His long purple hair fell over his shoulders, and his rugged face bore a hint of stubble. His eyes were like piercing cold ice, deep and filled with chill.
He wore a black battle outfit that was loose-fitting, and his tall figure stood upright. Just standing there casually, he resembled a fierce beast in the forest radiating endless authority, ready to pounce on anyone.
Many spectators outside directed their eager gazes toward Reynold on the Diamond Light Screen; some infatuated young girls even blushed and screamed in excitement.
For these naive girls, Reynold's immense strength and numerous accolades made him not only the strongest among the younger generation of Sparta City but also part of a family with a formidable reputation in Crook Duchy.
Though his looks were somewhat ordinary, his overwhelming aura captivated these young girls' hearts; he was like a prince from their dreams.
Many noble ladies and their friends in Sparta City often discussed Reynold privately and frequently brought him up during casual conversations over tea or meals.
Despite the external frenzy surrounding him, Reynold remained oblivious to it all, standing calmly in the Gladiatorial Arena as he awaited the start of the competition.
"Fellow competitors," he said, "I hope your excitement lasts until the Qualification Challenge concludes."
Looking at the eager and excited participants, Sean Sterling's lips curled into a faint, cold smile, mocking them inwardly. He then cast a fleeting glance at Reynold, who stood quietly in the arena, his eyes revealing a hint of approval.
Seeing that the time was right and everyone had gathered, Sean Sterling descended from the air, stopping just ten feet above the ground. All the contestants in the Gladiatorial Arena focused their attention on him.
Sean Sterling looked down at the crowd, one pale eye exuding immense pressure. He smiled, revealing his white teeth, and slowly raised his right hand into the air before suddenly bringing it down amidst countless fiery gazes.
"The first round of the Qualification Challenge officially begins!"
His commanding voice echoed throughout the Gladiatorial Arena via Second-Level Magic Wide-Area Transmission.
Boom!
The audience erupted with excitement, shouting the names of their favored contestants, screaming and wildly waving their hands. In that moment, everyone was beside themselves with enthusiasm.
Watching the uproar that shook the entire Gladiatorial Arena and observing those who were lost in excitement, this electrifying atmosphere was even more exhilarating than the World Cup back in his previous life.
Here, people revered Force and pursued strength; they shouted and went wild for it.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ground trembled as if numerous heavy objects had fallen. The dark doors surrounding the Gladiatorial Arena swung open, revealing Alchemical Puppets that resembled ancient giants stepping forward with heavy strides.
Gasps arose from the audience.
These colossal beings stood over ten feet tall, encased in thick metal armor like iron beasts. They wielded various massive weapons in their hands, and each step they took sent vibrations through the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.
These terrifying Fellows appeared clumsy as they lined up and slowly approached the contestants. Sunlight glinted off their surfaces, reflecting a dazzling golden light.
Bu noticed that among these massive creatures, there seemed to be some that looked slightly different from the Alchemical Puppets. They were relatively smaller, only a bit over ten feet tall, and their metallic armor had some distinct variations.
Most of the Alchemical Puppets, which were over twenty feet away, had golden armor, while these smaller Alchemical Puppets had silver armor. Bu speculated that these might be the powerful Low-Level puppets.
At this moment, all the participants instinctively gathered together, unconsciously moving closer to where Reynold was located.
Reynold remained calm, showing no reaction, seemingly observing the situation without rushing into action.
Looking at the rows of Alchemical Puppets in the arena, Bu Xin gradually felt a bit of pressure.
He was very familiar with Alchemical Puppets; despite their large size and seemingly clumsy movements, once combat began, they would likely become as agile as monkeys. Especially the Low-Level Alchemical Puppets, whose agility surpassed that of most low-level first-tier warriors.
These types of Alchemical Puppets were incredibly expensive. A puppet with the strength of a low-level first-tier would cost over a dozen Silver Kall to manufacture, and naturally, more powerful Low-Level puppets would be even more costly.
The Holy Light Academy produced so many puppets at once; after eight rounds of competition, most of the Alchemical Puppets would likely be rendered unusable, resulting in a financial loss nearing ten thousand Silver Kall. Their expenditure was not insignificant.
However, this seemingly large expense did not actually result in much loss for the Holy Light Academy.
For instance, in this Qualification Challenge, each participant had to pay an entry fee of ten Silver Kall. With over eight thousand participants, that amounted to over eight hundred Silver Kall.
Additionally, the audience seats in the Gladiatorial Arena represented another significant source of income. Although they had to split profits with the Gladiatorial Arena, even ordinary seats required a payment of one Silver Kall, while higher-tier viewing platforms charged ten Silver Kall.
In summary, the costs were still covered by those participating; the Holy Light Academy did not spend too much money while successfully recruiting students and enhancing its reputation once again.
Suddenly, a loud roar pulled Bu back to reality as he turned his gaze toward the Diamond Light Screen.
At this moment, the battle had already begun. Groups of martial artists surrounded the Alchemical Puppets, isolating these massive Fellows from one another. Meanwhile, some powerful martial artists formed teams to take on three or four Alchemical Puppets at once.
"Clang!"
A tall martial artist suddenly swung his broad sword down onto one of the surrounded Alchemical Puppets. Sparks erupted where the sword met the puppet's body, and the sound of metal clashing pierced the air.
Seemingly unable to withstand the recoil, the martial artist stumbled backward. Suddenly, a massive hand wrapped in metal swung toward him with a whoosh, causing his expression to change dramatically as he hurriedly tried to dodge.
"Bang!"
He was unable to evade in time; the tall martial artist was sent flying like a ball, blood spraying from his mouth as he crashed heavily to the ground, leaving a long trail behind him.
Given the severity of his injuries, it seemed unlikely that he would participate in the next Qualification Challenge.
Such tragic scenes occurred frequently in various corners of the Gladiatorial Arena, and so far, not a single Alchemical Puppet had been shattered and brought down.
The only one drawing everyone's attention was Reynold. This Fellow was indeed extraordinary, as he single-handedly faced off against a Low-Level Alchemical Puppet.
His long purple hair danced in the wind as he maintained a calm demeanor. His movements were incredibly graceful, almost as if he were strolling leisurely around the massive Alchemical Puppet.
It seemed he could predict each attack from the puppet. With every seemingly random step he took, Reynold expertly dodged the puppet's fierce strikes and then unceremoniously delivered a powerful blow to its chest.
Though he struck with empty hands, it felt as if he were smashing down with a heavy hammer, causing the thick metal armor of the Alchemical Puppet to cave in.
Given his frequent and ferocious attacks, it was likely that this Alchemical Puppet would not be able to hold out much longer before being defeated.
"Clang!"
Another piercing sound of metal clashing echoed as Reynold's right fist suddenly erupted with a burst of crimson light, as if a raging fire had ignited, violently striking the chest of the Alchemical Puppet.
A series of metallic creaks followed, and the silver armor on the Alchemical Puppet's chest was shattered by this ferocious punch, revealing the glowing Energy Core pulsating at its center.
However, at that moment, the massive sword in the Alchemical Puppet's hand surged toward Reynold with a howling wind, the blade gleaming fiercely. This strike was incredibly swift, generating a wind sound that approached the threshold of a sonic boom.
Just after launching an attack, Reynold found himself in a precarious position, his old strength just spent and new strength yet to arise. His fist remained pressed against the Alchemical Puppet's chest, only a step away from it, making it nearly impossible to evade the incoming assault. In the next instant, he was about to be cleaved in two by the giant sword.
The audience outside gasped at this thrilling scene; many young women who had secretly admired Reynold turned pale in an instant, screaming as their hearts clenched tightly in fear.
"Hmph!"
With a smirk, Reynold did not flinch or evade the giant sword descending upon him. Instead, he pressed his right fist, glowing with Red Glow, firmly against the Alchemical Puppet's chest and unleashed a powerful punch that made the air tremble slightly.
It was as if a storm had risen from nowhere; dust swirled around as a crisp sound of shattering glass rang out. The Alchemical Puppet's furious strike followed closely behind, crashing down onto Reynold's body. The young women outside nearly all covered their eyes with their hands and screamed in terror.
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