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Shaking his head lightly, Bu took out the Tungsten Iron Sword, weighed it in his hand, and casually swung it a few times, producing a clinking sound.
The fifty-pound longsword posed no burden for Bu, given his monstrous strength attribute; it felt as if he was holding a mere stick.
After familiarizing himself with the weapon, Bu set the Tungsten Iron Sword aside and retrieved three pieces of Amplification Equipment from the wooden box. Without caring about Kashati's strange gaze, he quickly donned them.
His hasty dressing drew the attention of other participants, who looked on in surprise. Bob's face twitched as he silently cursed, "Does this guy really think this place is his home? How shameless."
Bu paid no mind to the odd stares. Once he had fully equipped himself, he clenched his fists and felt the surge of power coursing through his body, giving him a sense of overwhelming strength. Delighted, he focused on his personal attributes.
"Character: Vampire
Faction: Dark
Strength: (4+8)
Agility: 4 (8+6)
Constitution: (7+5)
Spirit: 14
Energy: 1/0
Occupation: None
Faith: None
Level: Level
Experience Points: 400/4000
Physical Condition: Light Injury 77%
Racial Gift (Not Activated): Level 1 Baron Bloodline Transformation."
"Fre." Bu tightened his fist, swinging his elbow downwards in a powerful pose, a smile spreading across his face.
Kashati watched this inexplicable display with confusion, her mouth slightly agape as she curiously murmured, "Fours?"
"Who is Fours?" Kashati couldn't help but ask Bu.
"..." Bu was at a loss for words. Faced with the inquisitive girl, he shrugged helplessly and said, "I am Powerful; you heard wrong."
"Powerful?" Kashati was even more puzzled.
"That's what Keep it up means." Bu's head started to ache again.
"Alright, I will be Powerful for you," Kashati said seriously, her eyes sincerely fixed on Bu.
Listening to the girl's strange words and seeing the serious expression on her face, a slight smile gradually appeared at the corners of Bu's mouth, and he suddenly felt a warm sensation.
"Thank you." The two soft words slipped from Bu's lips, and in his gaze towards Kashati, there was an added sincerity and acknowledgment.
At that moment, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent. Kashati did not expect Bu to thank her. Accustomed to joking and laughing, she was caught off guard by Bu's unexpectedly serious expression, and her face turned slightly red.
After stammering for a while, Kashati couldn't form a complete sentence and simply turned her head away to avoid looking at Bu.
A simple thank you left Kashati blushing, unable to speak, while Bu Xin felt Puzzled.
When did the power of the words "thank you" become so great? Even the usually carefree Kashati couldn't handle it and showed a shy demeanor.
Feeling somewhat amused, he rubbed his nose and decided not to tease Kashati any further. With only about a minute left before the competition began, he needed to take the time to familiarize himself with his body's attributes.
Without considering Mental Power, his various attribute values were quite balanced at the moment.
The increase in strength meant enhanced attack power, while the decrease in Agility Value affected his Speed as well.
Kalandor's Speed was already slightly stronger than his; now that his Speed had dropped again, he would likely face pressure in that regard.
Bu Mei frowned slightly but then seemed to think of something, and her expression gradually calmed.
The unfavorable factors from Speed may not have a solution in sight, but compared to his dilemma, Kalandor has even more challenges to consider.
Aside from being suppressed by Kalandor, he excels in every other aspect. Even if he stands still, Kalandor cannot do anything to him; however, if he truly remains stationary, it would only result in a draw.
When facing a martial artist who pursues an extreme path in one direction, one either wins easily or suffers a devastating defeat.
This is because many martial artists who take the extreme route end up going astray and becoming useless, while others eventually carve their own path and become top-tier experts among their peers.
A minute passes quickly, with over a hundred heartbeats gone by.
Sean Sterling stands in the air and announces, as both he and Kalandor leave their seats simultaneously to head towards the Competition Platform.
This will be the final battle. After this fight, the intense and vibrant Seed Selection Tournament will come to an end.
At this moment, darkness has fallen; the winter wind howls as the cold moon hangs high.
The Gladiatorial Arena is brightly lit, with a massive Diamond Light Screen floating in mid-air, dazzlingly illuminating the entire Gladiatorial Arena as if it were daytime.
Perhaps outside the Gladiatorial Arena, the world is frigid, but inside, there is no chill at all. Everyone is filled with passion, creating a cacophony of cheers that resonate endlessly.
People express their emotions through frenzied applause and fervently ignite excitement for the final battle of the Seed Selection Tournament.
On the Competition Platform, two figures stand tall and face each other.
Bu is dressed in red, with long black hair cascading over his shoulders. His eyes are bright and sharp, and the Tungsten Iron Sword rests diagonally at his waist, exuding an air of carefree confidence.
Kalandor, dressed in green, with shining golden hair and a warm smile on his face, stood with his hands casually hanging in front of him, making one feel as if they were basking in a spring breeze.
Two equally talented individuals, two extraordinary young men, gathered in one place at this moment.
The screams of infatuated girls echoed from the Viewing Platform, their excitement so intense that it seemed they might faint. If Bu Wei were to witness this scene, he would likely mock himself for transforming from a mere otaku into a male idol after crossing over to the Fran Continent.
"Brent, I admire your strength and know that I cannot defeat you. However, I will still give my all in this battle."
Kalandor maintained his smile and spoke elegantly, his tone resolute.
This statement was both a sign of respect towards Bu Wei and a form of self-motivation.
Sensing the opponent's fighting spirit, Bu Wei smiled as he stroked the hilt of his sword and replied, "I won't hold back either."
Nodding with a smile, Kalandor said no more. He dashed forward, his figure transforming into a swift green shadow, moving like lightning.
In the blink of an eye, Kalandor had reached Bu Wei's side. With his fists extended, a flurry of powerful punches filled Bu Wei's line of sight.
Indeed, Kalandor was as fast as lightning and as swift as the wind. Bu Xin secretly acknowledged his prowess and dared not be careless. With dark energy enveloping his hands, he crossed them in front of his face and suddenly pushed back with a surge of energy.
Boom!
A fierce gust of wind swept around them, the energy forming a dense black mist. The multitude of punch shadows seemed to fall like dumplings into the fog, creating continuous sounds as they struck. The black mist rolled and churned endlessly.
The Furious Cloud Palm was both offensive and defensive, gathering energy like clouds in the Cloud Dispersal formation.
The gathering force is fierce and powerful, striking like a thunderous roar; when dispersed, it is gentle and calm, with an unending stream of attacks.
Even if Kalandor's punches are numerous, their lack of power makes it difficult to shake Bu. With sheer strength, Bu can counter ten strikes, and wherever he attacks, nothing can withstand him. Even a surging tide crashing against heavy rocks would be shattered to pieces without moving an inch.
After a prolonged stalemate, Kalandor furrowed his brow, realizing how difficult his opponent was to deal with. Despite being significantly slower than him in terms of speed, he found it hard to break through Bu's defenses.
Moreover, a single attack from Bu could counter three of his own. Often, when he launched one strike, he had to throw several punches just to defend against it. This was truly a frustrating experience.
After exchanging over a dozen blows, Kalandor reluctantly retreated.
His opponent's swordsmanship was the most formidable aspect, and if he continued this way, it would be difficult to force Bu to draw his sword. Only by using the Setting Sun Radiance Fist would he have the chance to compel him to do so.
“Brent, you are strong, and I find it hard to defeat you. However, I have one final move that I hope will force you to draw your sword.”
Kalandor spoke candidly as he prepared for his final technique.
Nodding in response, Bu was eager to witness the fist technique that surpassed the Fifth Sword, and he said, “I will wait for your move.”
With the answer he sought, Kalandor no longer hesitated. He lowered his waist and began to gather energy.
Golden light surged like water, slowly enveloping both of Kalandor's arms. In an instant, his arms appeared as if clad in golden armor, shining brilliantly.
The overwhelming energy rippled outward; amidst the dazzling golden light, Kalandor resembled an Avatar, with rays of light emanating from his body as the air trembled around him.
Setting Sun Radiance Fist. Each ray of light contained profound energy; when countless rays converged into a rainbow, even an intermediate-level warrior would perish upon contact. The power was unparalleled.
Kalandor could now only unleash a hundred rays of light, converging into a beam. Although its power was not weak, it was difficult to pose a significant threat to an Intermediate-level expert.
With his right hand resting on the sword hilt and his gaze sharp, Kalandor's punch was astonishingly powerful. Even if he used the Fifth Sword, it would be hard to counter; he could only resort to the Sixth Sword.
"Brent, focus," Kalandor shouted, pushing off the ground with his feet. The Avatar of the Golden Rainbow, accompanied by a hundred rays of light, rapidly approached.
At a distance of ten zhang, a river of light formed around Kalandor as a massive beam suddenly appeared. The energy within the beam howled and surged, creating an overwhelming presence. His speed remained unchanged as he closed in on Bu in an instant, his golden fists indomitable, and the giant beam crashed down.
The violent wind rushed at Bu, and the surging energy made his skin feel as if it were being pricked by needles, causing sharp stings.
He drew his sword just then.
Clang! A flash of dark light appeared as the sword sang.
Bu's right hand moved like an afterimage, Ethereal Thirteen Swords, Sixth Sword!
Faced with such an overwhelmingly powerful punch, Bu skipped the earlier strikes and went straight for the Sixth Sword, relying solely on this one strike to defeat his opponent. Although this approach would bypass a gradual sword training process and double his energy expenditure, he decided to proceed this way. After all, this was the final battle; there was no need to hold back.
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