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Beck disliked this person from the bottom of his heart. Not only did he have a deep grudge against Sean Sterling, but he also seized every opportunity to speak ill of him. Now, this person was going to oversee his duel arrangements; one could only wonder what trouble would arise.
"If this person insists on opposing me and schemes to harm Sean Sterling, I will not sit idly by. Hmph, if he wants to court death, I will repay him a hundredfold when the opportunity arises."
Bu Xin's killing intent gradually surged, his eyes glinting coldly as he approached quickly without uttering a word. However, under Beck's continuous sneers, he leaped up onto the Arena.
At that moment, the other nine qualified contestants also took to the stage. Reynold, with a second-place finish in the group matches, was not far behind Bu Xin but occupied a more central position on the sixth Arena.
Among the four largest Arenas, Gaia stood tall and proud in the arena. Her golden hair seemed to burn like flames in the sunlight as it danced in the wind. She cast a distant glance toward Bu Xin, her eyes filled with provocation, seemingly eager for him to challenge her. When her gaze fell on Beck beside her, an unspoken understanding passed between them.
On the ten Arenas, the top ten contestants stood proudly. Below the Arena, seven other contestants were eager to compete; however, their gazes mostly lingered on Arenas four through ten. They felt no inclination to challenge those occupying three spots in the Final Four.
Why three?
It was because Loret had stumbled into luck and reached the Final Four. Although he was indeed powerful, he had not surpassed the capabilities of these seven contestants. Even compared to Claire, who ranked fifth, he fell short significantly. Thus, among these seven, one or two were still quite interested in Loret's position in the Final Four.
Of course, among these seven, two individuals kept their eyes fixed on Bu Xin's eighth Arena. Their gazes held not only deep apprehension but also a hint of skepticism.
The only chance for a challenge allowed no room for carelessness; failure would mean losing all ties with Holy Light Academy. Compared to the ninth and tenth-ranked contestants, although Bu Xin was in eighth place and possessed formidable strength, many had witnessed his severe injuries from yesterday's blow.
If Bu Xin could fully recover overnight and restore all lost potential life force, it wasn't impossible; it was just that this possibility was minimal.
Thus, these two were speculating that Bu Xin's injuries had not truly healed but were merely concealed by some means. Once they engaged in combat, he would be nothing more than a paper tiger—easily pierced through.
Of course, many shared such suspicions; however, aside from these two who had designs on Bu Xin's position among the Seven Contestants, others had some confidence in their own strength and believed they could secure ninth or even tenth place without needing to wade into murky waters.
After all, behind immense benefits often lay greater risks. If one could steadily secure a spot among the top ten without unnecessary ventures into unknown territories—what if Bu Xin had indeed recovered and retained his fighting power? It would be a loss of both opportunity and resources.
The two most interested in Bu Xin's position were also ranked lowest among their peers. Aware that they lacked the strength to compete for a top ten spot, they relied solely on luck and hoped that Bu Xin was merely putting on an act so they could take advantage of him.
As everyone's thoughts swirled unpredictably, Elena once again leaped onto a tall stone pillar. At the same time, Sean Sterling's clear voice echoed throughout the Training Ground: "The time for duels has arrived. The seven of you must quickly decide on your opponents and take to the stage for challenges. Those ranked higher have priority for challenges. If anyone has not taken to the Arena within two minutes, it will be considered an automatic forfeiture of participation."
As soon as the news spread, the Seven Contestants, who were hesitating in the Arena, became anxious and hurried towards their chosen Arenas. Among them, a few contestants chose the same Arena, causing those ranked lower to curse under their breath while the higher-ranked contestants displayed smug expressions, enjoying the sight of their opponents awkwardly turning to select another Arena.
Bu was in the eighth Arena, targeted by two contestants who had already set their sights on him. As they sprinted towards him with full force, the contestant ranked last cast a bitter glance at another before turning to run towards the unchallenged Fifth Arena, where Fourth Prince Claire was the defender.
The seven contestants selected their opponents and stepped onto the stage. Except for Gaia, Mu Yan, and Arno's Arena, all remaining defenders in the other seven Arenas were challenged one by one.
The contestant who eagerly jumped onto the stage to challenge Bu was at a Low-Level of strength and wielded two shiny Steel Rings. This was the first time Bu had seen someone use such weapons, piquing his interest.
"Tyrro City Moore Family Halins challenges Brent, ranked eighth." The contestant with the dual rings bowed to Beck below before shifting his gaze to Bu. There was a hint of trepidation in his eyes, but more so a mix of doubt and excitement.
Elena, watching from above on a high pillar, noticed this scene and glanced at Sean Sterling beside her. Unable to contain herself, she asked, "Is Brent really recovered? Or did you suppress him with some method? I can't believe he could recover from such damage in such a short time; even with your help, it's impossible."
Sean Sterling smiled at her words but shook his head without replying, exuding an air of secrecy that made Elena grit her teeth in frustration. She stomped her foot like a petulant girl and said, "Hmph! Once this duel starts, life and death are left to fate. I don't believe he can truly recover so quickly; we'll see if you can remain calm then."
Sean Sterling glanced at Elena again, his smile deepening. Finally, he closed his eyes with a relaxed demeanor as if unconcerned about anything.
At that moment, as Halins finished speaking his challenge, Beck responded without hesitation. "Challenge accepted. If either contestant concedes or is knocked out of the Arena, the duel ends. The winner will continue defending. Now, let the duel begin."
As soon as those words were spoken, Halins seized the opportunity and shouted loudly. The two Steel Rings in his hands clanged together and suddenly connected to form a silver arc that flew through the air.
The sound of rushing wind was sharp and piercing as the two Steel Rings shot towards Bu at an astonishing speed, aimed directly at his head.
With a light chuckle, Bu did not draw his sword but raised one hand to grab at the two Steel Rings transformed into a silver arc.
His opponent attempted to launch a surprise attack at the start of the duel; however, Bu was not someone who would be caught off guard easily.
In that moment of reaching out, the air seemed to contract suddenly. A booming sound resonated within Bu's body as the immense energy stored in his thirteen Acupoints erupted violently. A powerful wave of energy surged from his palm, forming a thick black aura that enveloped his entire arm like a terrifying claw reaching out from a demon.
With a thunderous crash that echoed throughout the Arena, it felt as though the entire space trembled slightly.
Bu unleashed a Furious Cloud Palm just as it made contact with the silver light created by Halins' connected Steel Rings. Like a dragon breaking through waves, it surged forward with unstoppable momentum. In mere moments, amidst Halins' astonishment, Bu's dark arm engulfed in black energy shattered all silver light and firmly grasped both Steel Rings.
"Harlins, how is it possible that you actually recovered?" A sharp scream filled with disbelief came from Harlins as he looked at the two Steel Rings firmly gripped in Bu's hands. He quickly unleashed a surge of energy from within, his hands bursting with strength, and his body was pulled back like a drawn bow.
"Mm?" Bu's body trembled as a tremendous pulling force suddenly transmitted from the two Steel Rings he held tightly. Caught off guard, he was pulled back several steps.
"Interesting." Surprised, Bu spread his Mental Power to sense the situation and soon discovered that the two Steel Rings were connected by two Transparent Threads. These threads were not only transparent but also so fine that they were imperceptible to the naked eye. At this moment, they were pulled taut, showing no signs of breaking under such immense force.
Given Bu's formidable physical attributes, Harlins could only manage to pull him off guard. Now that Bu had reacted, he simply stomped his foot and stabilized himself, remaining completely still.
After one failed attempt, Harlins quickly reacted. He stepped forward and leaped into the air, channeling two powerful energies into his hands. With a slight upward motion, the two Transparent Threads surged like rising waves toward Bu. Given the thinness of these threads and the strong energy infused on their surface, if they wrapped around him, even a steel bar would likely be cut in half.
"Trivial Technique." With his Mental Power sensing the situation, Bu would not allow these threads to entangle him. He was too lazy to continue entangling with Harlins and casually threw the two Steel Rings forcefully toward him.
This throw was powered by Bu's immense strength combined with the energy from thirteen Acupoints within him, making it even more powerful than the earlier throw from Harlins.
As the two Steel Rings flew back, the threads that had been wrapping around Bu were also pulled back along with them, achieving nothing in their attempt.
At the same time, Bu stepped forward, activating Dragon Step in an instant. His figure transformed into a blur as he swiftly followed behind the two Steel Rings, closing in on Harlins.
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