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Smiling and shaking her head, Bu Ailian gently patted Wendy's head and said casually, "Silly girl, it's fine. Don't you trust me? I'll get first place, just wait and see. And remember your reward... heh heh."
Wendy's eyes were filled with tenderness; she didn't say much more, just nodded obediently. However, when she heard Bu mention the reward, her face instantly turned red. Embarrassed, she pinched Bu's arm and ran away.
"Nephew, the next round depends on your performance. The honor of the Aldra Family rests on you," Warren Earl said with a smile as he watched Wendy run over, then turned to encourage Bu with a look that resembled a smiling tiger.
Bu nodded and replied steadily, "Uncle, please rest assured."
"Oh, seeing your arrogant look makes me uneasy. How can I let my father be at ease?" Bill, who had been silent for a long time, seized the opportunity to sarcastically mock him as if waiting to see Bu's downfall.
Glancing at Bill with indifference, Bu chose to ignore the provocation.
A mere flea; if given the chance, he would crush it without hesitation. If it weren't for Warren Earl's protection, would this fellow still be standing here talking?
With a sneer, Bu closed his eyes to rest. In half an hour, it would be his turn to perform.
Bill was completely ignored, as if his previous remarks were nothing but nonsense. They didn't even bother to look at him; he simply closed his eyes to avoid seeing them.
As the second young master of the Aldra Family, he had never been treated with such disdain before. This was an utter humiliation; Bill's face turned pale with anger, his eyes reddening.
Stepping forward, Bill breathed heavily, his face flushed red with resentment. Just as he was about to explode in anger, he suddenly felt Warren Earl's stern gaze piercing through him like a sharp knife.
The anger that had just risen in his chest was now doused like cold water all over him. He dared not defy his father's authority. Suppressing his fury, he shot a resentful glance at Bu and snorted coldly before moving to another sofa to sit down.
Wendy looked at her second brother with disgust, feeling that this fellow was utterly detestable for constantly mocking Brent. Her feelings towards him grew even colder.
Warren Earl sat calmly in the large chair at the table, fully aware of the differing thoughts of his two children. He looked at Bu, who was meditating with his eyes closed, while he himself was contemplating some ideas.
Half an hour quickly passed in the silent atmosphere of the room.
In the Gladiatorial Arena.
Sean Sterling flew into the air as usual to announce the start of the second round, and the participants immediately entered the arena.
Bu suddenly opened his eyes, a bright light shining within them. He stood up, smiled at Wendy, and gave her a reassuring look.
The girl bit her lips tightly but remained silent, gazing deeply at Bu with an encouraging expression.
"Nephew, I will wait for your victorious return," Warren Earl said with a smile as he stood to see him off.
"Master, take care," Locke also approached and said respectfully.
After glancing at everyone, Bu Qing nodded without any intention of further conversation. He stomped his foot on the ground and then moved swiftly, jumping directly off the viewing platform from several dozen feet high.
Wendy and Warren Earl were both startled by Bu's astonishing action and hurriedly followed his movement with their eyes.
The wind rushed against him as Bu's clothes fluttered wildly, resembling a great bird diving down from the viewing platform like a meteor falling to the ground, unstoppable.
"Look, who is that? Jumping down from such a high viewing platform."
"Oh my, who is this? Such a flashy way to enter."
"Could it be that a contestant overwhelmed by pressure wants to commit suicide..."
"Have you lost your mind? While this is quite high, it's not enough to kill a martial artist from a fall. Who would choose such a place to end their life?"
The crowd on the Viewing Platform was startled by such a crazy entrance.
It's shameful to show off, but this kind of display, even if embarrassing, is still admirable. To dare jump from dozens of meters high, everyone widened their eyes to watch.
Even Sean Sterling, floating in the air, and some contestants in the Gladiatorial Arena were taken aback by the action and instinctively looked over.
"Boom!"
As his feet hit the ground, a massive shockwave erupted, creating a deep pit in the earth and sending dust swirling. His knees buckled under the tremendous impact but then slowly straightened again, standing tall.
With a loud bang, he made his grand entrance.
As the dust settled, he revealed himself in a purple-black outfit, with straight black hair slicked back and narrow eyes shining with Cold Light.
"Wow, who is this? Looks pretty good, but I wonder how strong they are," said an Infatuated Girl in the audience, covering her face.
"If someone dares to do high-altitude jumps, their strength must be considerable. You should just give up on your thoughts of impressing anyone," interjected a Creepy Guy nearby, jealousy evident in his tone.
Standing still, he twitched his lips slightly; he had gone too far in showing off.
After jumping off the viewing platform, he regretted it—how could it be so high?
Although he had cushioned his landing in the air using gliding, when he hit the ground, his feet still felt numb and painful. Fortunately, his physique was quite robust; otherwise, he would have embarrassed himself.
Sean Sterling looked at the young man with a strange expression, secretly muttering to himself, "This fellow's physique is probably comparable to that of a high-level magical beast."
Other contestants who had arrived at the Gladiatorial Arena also cast wary glances at him.
Unaware of the unusual attention he had attracted, Bu felt his strong recovery ability kick in, and within moments, his feet returned to normal. Without further delay, he quickly made his way to the center of the Gladiatorial Arena.
After scanning the surrounding contestants, Bu noticed three or four participants whose strength had reached Low-Level. He couldn't help but be a bit surprised: "It seems there are still quite a few powerful individuals here; I can't afford to be careless."
After another two minutes, seeing that everyone had gathered, Sean Sterling waved his hand without saying anything more.
The second round of the Qualification Challenge began!
The sound of war drums echoed loudly, and the crowd in the audience erupted into enthusiastic cheers. The dark gates surrounding the Gladiatorial Arena opened once again, and hundreds of Alchemical Puppets marched out with heavy steps, causing the ground to tremble.
The contestants around Bu scattered with a whoosh, forming their own teams.
Staring blankly at the dispersing crowd, Bu felt a bit frustrated. Why was no one inviting him to join their team?
Looking around, he spotted a nearby team of three or four people and felt a spark of hope. He cheerfully approached them and opened his mouth to say something.
Suddenly, with a swish, the three or four people opposite him raised their weapons defensively and looked at him with wary expressions filled with unwelcomeness.
Bu swallowed back the words he was about to say as he noticed that several contestants were staring at him as if they were girls guarding against a wolf.
"Wow, am I really this unpopular?" Bu stared in disbelief.
He didn't actually want to join any team; he just felt ignored by those around him and wanted to find a sense of presence. Now that no one was with him, it was just right—when the time came to snatch the Alchemical Ropes, he wouldn't have to hold back.
With a series of thuds, a large number of Alchemical Puppets approached. The contestants divided them up like cutting a cake, surrounding them in teams.
Bu did not act immediately but wandered around the arena, looking for suitable targets.
Achieving first place in this round was not an easy task. It required not only a large number of kills against the Alchemical Puppets to obtain the Alchemical Ropes but also the ability to protect one's gains from the watchful eyes of others.
Moreover, turning passive into active and forcibly snatching other contestants' loot was also necessary.
With a whoosh, a Low-Level Alchemical Puppet suddenly swung its large axe at a Black-Faced Contestant. The wide axe shadow resembled a massive door panel, slicing through the air.
The immense pressure left the Black-Faced Man stunned, paralyzed in fear and forgetting to dodge. Fortunately, a nearby companion noticed the danger and quickly countered with a move called Iron Chain Across the River, blocking the fierce attack. However, he could not withstand the force and was sent staggering back, spitting blood.
Only then did the Black-Faced Man snap out of his daze. Seeing his companion injured while blocking the attack for him filled him with both shock and anger.
They had only just met recently, yet this person was willing to take a hit for him. Now that his companion was hurt, if he didn't do something about it, would he still be considered a hot-blooded man?
The Black-Faced Man felt his blood surge; his eyes turned crimson as he raised his longsword, which shone brightly. Diamond-shaped sword blades formed around the sword's body. Ignoring the axe that continued to swing from the Alchemical Puppet, he charged straight at its chest with both sword and body.
The sound of slicing echoed as the Black-Faced Man moved like a beam of light, the diamond-shaped blades spinning like gears, striking fiercely against the chest of the Alchemical Puppet.
"Crack crack crack!"
A series of sparks shot out, splattering everywhere. The sound of metal cutting and breaking echoed from the chest of the Alchemical Puppet. If this level of attack continued for a moment longer, it would surely destroy the puppet.
Unfortunately, with a sharp sound, the massive axe of the Alchemical Puppet swung down fiercely, and without any suspense, the body of the Black-Faced Man was split in two, blood gushing everywhere, steaming hot.
The battle situation here had been observed by Bu for a long time, yet he did not intervene to help.
This was a Qualification Challenge, not a friendly match; others were not his companions.
This team composed of two Low-Level warriors had now lost one member, while the other was also injured.
At this moment, although the Low-Level Alchemical Puppet had not fallen, its chest had already been torn open by the fierce Sword Technique of the Black-Faced Man, revealing the flickering light of its Energy Core.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
With such a large piece of meat right in front, if one did not act now, when would they?
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