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Reverse Spiral Blade Dance was instantly shattered. Reynold could only raise his sword to protect his chest, as a terrifying surge of violent energy fiercely struck him. He felt as if a massive mountain had suddenly crashed down on him; several ribs cracked with a loud snap, and blood gushed from his mouth. His body was propelled backward for dozens of feet before crashing to the ground.
The Fine Iron Longsword shattered and exploded, releasing the immense energy concentrated within the blade in an instant. This overwhelming force represented the full power of Sixth Sword. Even Bu could only gather and unleash it; once the energy erupted, he couldn't control it.
Now, as this dense energy exploded, Bu found himself enveloped in the shockwave. His right hand, gripping the sword, was mangled and bloodied, exposing white bone. Then, his entire body was swept away by the energy wave, his chest muscles ruptured, and blood splattered everywhere.
The scene that unfolded in an instant left everyone outside the arena dumbfounded. Both had suffered heavy injuries?
"Cough cough cough." In the Competition Platform, Bu was covered in blood, continuously coughing it up.
Pain coursed through him; it felt as if all his bones were falling apart. He felt utterly miserable, having inflicted such severe injuries upon himself with his own sword technique.
Glancing at his personal status bar, he saw that he was at 47% heavy injury status—devastatingly severe. Fortunately, his formidable recovery ability had begun to take effect; all his wounds were slowly stopping the bleeding, and even some muscle and skin were gradually healing.
He staggered to his feet, slightly unsteady and pale. However, when he saw Reynold lying on the ground, coughing up blood, he couldn't help but grin.
He feared nothing more than injury; who could surpass his vampire constitution when it came to recovery? An eye for an eye—let's see who can hold out longer.
In this battle, he would win!
With only two minutes left in the match, the situation on the Competition Platform had taken everyone by surprise.
Most believed that Reynold would win without question. At the beginning of the fight, Reynold held a significant advantage and had made Bu spit blood with a single strike. Even when Bu unleashed the astonishing power of Fifth Sword, he still struggled to break through Reynold's Reverse Spiral Blade Dance. But now, Reynold lay on the ground while Bu remained standing.
The turning point in this battle was the sudden eruption of Sixth Sword! That terrifying wave of violent energy struck everyone’s hearts like thunder, leaving them unable to calm down for a long time.
Is this still a Low-Level warrior? The level of energy impact is comparable to that of an Intermediate powerhouse.
Even someone as proud as Kozmo was shaken by the terrifying scene of the recent energy explosion. If he had unleashed the Sixth Sword during their confrontation, he would not be sitting so comfortably now.
Looking at Reilo lying on the ground, coughing up blood, everyone suddenly felt a sense of unreality, and many young people from Sparta City showed expressions of shock.
Reynold has been famous for a long time; his figure has loomed like an insurmountable mountain in the hearts of these young people.
Despite their desperate attempts to catch up, they could only watch helplessly as Reynold's back faded away, as if viewing a myth. But now, their myth, the person they had been striving to catch up to, lay there in disarray, bleeding from his mouth.
Is this still the number one among the younger generation of Sparta City? Is he still the person they admired and chased after?
Step staggered forward, slowly approaching Reynold. Each step was heavy yet resolute.
In this battle, he must win.
Reynold is merely the first hurdle on his path to becoming stronger. There will be many more formidable opponents ahead; if he cannot even overcome this challenge, how can he talk about defeating the Holy Dragon or protecting those closest to him?
At this moment, Reynold was gravely injured—three ribs were broken, and blood flowed continuously from his mouth. The black robe he wore, made of some unknown material, had not been torn to shreds by the overwhelming energy impact; it must also be a fine piece of Amplification Equipment.
Anger surged within Reynold, feeling an immense sense of humiliation.
A character he had never regarded highly could injure him so severely. His usually calm and composed expression turned into one of extreme rage. With his identity and status, no one should have been able to force him into such a predicament.
With both hands on the ground, Reynold slowly stood up and glared at the approaching Step with killing intent in his eyes. He still had many trump cards left unplayed; even in his current injured state, his pride would not allow him to be defeated. He would not hesitate to worsen his injuries if necessary.
Watching Reynold stand up, Bu was surprised by the other's resilience; however, his steps did not falter. Both were heavily injured, starting from the same point. If it came down to a fight, he feared no one. The vampire's formidable recovery ability was his greatest confidence.
Dark energy flickered in his hands, dimly enveloping his wrists. The energy within him was nearly depleted, and he could only barely support the use of Furious Cloud Palm. His right hand was almost incapacitated, significantly reducing his attacking power.
Time was running out; the match was nearing its end. Bu Qiang suppressed his injuries, quickening his pace and charging towards Reynold.
At that moment, Reynold's eyes shone with dazzling light as he gritted his teeth, disregarding his injuries and desperately channeling the little energy left in his body.
He wanted to win, to crush his opponent beneath his feet.
With the long knife in front of him, a streak of white Blade Light burst forth from the tip, fluctuating unpredictably.
Initially, this white Blade Light was only about three inches long; however, moments later, it swelled against the wind into a massive Blade Light stretching ten zhang, powerful and imposing.
"This is Azure Snow Blade, an extremely powerful sword technique. Reynold once used this move to withstand a full-force attack from an Intermediate level expert. Since then, he has never showcased this skill in front of others," a young man on the Viewing Platform remarked with fervent eyes, seemingly well-acquainted with Reynold's trump card.
"I never expected that despite being gravely injured, Reynold could still unleash such a formidable technique. Truly impressive," another person shook his head in admiration, wearing an expression of self-deprecation.
"Azure Snow Blade is immensely powerful; among Low-Level skills, it is considered top-tier. It is said that if one masters Azure Snow Blade to the ninth level, the Blade Light can reach a hundred zhang and split mountains and seas. Given that Reynold is currently using a ten-zhang Blade Light, he must have already mastered it to at least the fourth level," an elder on the Viewing Platform spoke calmly and thoughtfully.
"It seems that this time Brent is undoubtedly destined to lose. The Azure Snow Blade is already considered Reynold's strongest trump card." Many believed that Brent had no hope of victory.
On the Competition Platform, before Bu's figure could fully close in on him, Reynold's eyes turned crimson. His black robe billowed as he held the knife aloft and suddenly slashed down fiercely.
Cold Light In a vast expanse, the snow-white blade aura descended with a fierce momentum, unstoppable in its path!
Time seemed to slow down at this moment, as if the scene had completely frozen.
Before everyone, only the image on the Competition Platform remained: a massive Blade Light stretching ten zhang, filling their vision with a blinding white. In contrast, Bu's slender figure and the dim black light in his hands appeared so insignificant, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
"Is it over?" Everyone sighed inwardly.
The outcome seemed clear at this moment; no one believed Bu could withstand this strike.
Sean Sterling's eerie white eyes shone brightly, his wand surrounded by green light as his figure descended from mid-air. At this point in the battle, he had little faith in Bu and was ready to intervene at any moment.
This was Reynold's final desperate strike, his strongest move. After unleashing this blow, he could no longer suppress his internal injuries and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground, pale and weak.
Now, he had no fighting strength left. However, the battle was already over; even if Bu were at his peak condition, he would struggle to take this hit, let alone in his severely injured state.
The astonishing Blade Light erupted like an avalanche, roaring towards him. This strike was unstoppable; it was as if facing a vast ocean that would split him in two with a single blow.
Bu had already halted his advance the moment Reynold struck. The Blade Light locked onto him, isolating him from the world. He was enveloped in the snow-white Blade Light, unable to evade and left with no choice but to endure.
The might of this strike was overwhelming, instilling an unprecedented sense of crisis within him. The breath of death made every hair on his body stand on end, leaving his limbs stiff.
Before the massive Blade Light even reached him, the sharp blade aura had already caused his skin to crack open, blood splattering everywhere. Even the Purple Cloud Leopard Armor was torn apart with gaping wounds, life hanging by a thread.
"My life cannot be taken by anyone! No one!" The intense pain from his wounds stimulated his nerves as Bu Xin screamed madly. His eyes widened in fury, his hair standing on end; facing life and death, he was determined to fight back.
Both hands suddenly shone with a dark light, enveloping his entire arm as the last two points of energy were completely consumed. "Not enough! Still not enough!" Bu Mu's eyes revealed madness, his muscles bulging and veins protruding like snakes. Nine points of strength erupted violently, causing waves of tearing pain in his muscles. The wound on his right hand tore open again, revealing stark white bone.
A ten-zhang Blade Light slashed down from above, roaring like a tiger, with a fierce wind sweeping across the ground. Bu Shuang's dark light was like ink, crossing in front of him as he stood like a full moon bow, his feet firmly planted on the ground.
"Boom!"
A thunderous sound echoed like a clap of thunder on flat ground. The Competition Platform was illuminated by blinding white light, and the massive Blade Light completely obscured Bu's figure. Under the rampant Blade Light, the hard Black Basalt ground seemed like soft earth, with shattered stones flying everywhere and deep ravines appearing.
"Brent!!"
In the viewing area, Wendy's face turned pale, tears streaming down like silver threads as she cried out in despair. At that moment, she felt an overwhelming sorrow, a heart-wrenching pain that made it difficult for her to breathe; her mind was blank.
It was only at this moment that Wendy realized how deeply she loved him—an unbreakable love that tore at her heart.
As the world-destroying Blade Light engulfed Brent's figure, her heart felt as if it too was submerged, cut and pierced by the raging Blade Light. Unbeknownst to her, tears blurred her vision as she continued to call out in a daze, as if her soul had been lost.
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