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"Clang"
With one sword strike, Bu suddenly felt something was wrong. The Fifth Sword, refined to perfection, seemed to have struck an extremely hard diamond, creating immense resistance and erupting with a loud metallic roar.
Feeling a chill in his heart, he didn't have time to think. He swiftly thrust out another sword, launching the Sixth Sword attack.
Without warning, a shadow appeared behind Bu, its blood-red eyes fierce and terrifying. Just as the shadow emerged, two fierce and sharp attacks suddenly struck from both sides.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bumenlu was filled with shock and disbelief. What did he see?
It was Warren Earl, who had been struck by a sword but managed to react in time, forcefully suppressing the surge of blood rising in his throat. With a frostbitten expression, he unleashed a powerful punch at Bu.
This sudden punch radiated a rich reddish-brown glow, its momentum heavy and solid, with an energy flow that seemed almost tangible weaving through the air.
"An Intermediate level fighter? How is this possible?" Bu found it hard to believe.
However, the situation had turned too quickly for him to ponder further. The fierce sound of wind slicing through the air aimed directly at his Heart, while Warren Earl's enraged reddish-brown fist came crashing down, causing even the void around it to tremble slightly.
At that moment, Bu felt like a sailboat caught in a storm on a tumultuous sea, perilously close to being engulfed by the waves.
Determined, Bu gritted his teeth and pressed on. The Sixth Sword advanced without retreating, thrusting straight toward Warren Earl's furious fist. At the same time, he executed the Dragon Step, barely managing to shift his body a few inches in that split second.
"Crack"
Before the tip of his sword, Ethereal Light, could fully connect with Warren Earl's incoming punch, a bone-shattering sound echoed as Hawk's incredibly sharp flying knife pierced through Bu's shoulder.
In that instant when the flying knife penetrated his shoulder, it continued forward with unrelenting force, sending a spray of blood and flesh fragments flying in all directions.
A muffled groan escaped his lips as a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder, the bones shattered, leaving his entire arm devoid of strength.
This fierce attack sent chills down his spine; had he not just moved out of the way, he would have surely been dead. In the next moment, the refined Sixth Sword collided violently with the crimson-brown fist of Warren Earl.
"Boom!"
The hurricane swirled, and the crimson light merged with a faint glow.
As the sword tip made contact with the fist, a tremendous shockwave erupted, powerful energy exploding like a mountain torrent. Under the force of this overwhelming energy, the shadow behind him blurred and shook, and before it could merge into the sword, it suddenly shattered into numerous phantoms.
He felt a tightness in his chest as if struck by a giant hammer, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, Warren Earl's crimson-brown fist gradually dimmed, its momentum slowing.
Not daring to hesitate, he took this opportunity to control his body and retreat to the side, temporarily putting some distance between himself and Warren Earl. The Sixth Sword had yet to achieve its purpose before being interrupted, suffering a strong backlash from the skill. Coupled with his shattered left shoulder, he had already sustained significant injuries from this brief exchange.
At this moment, he finally understood where his earlier sense of foreboding had come from. From the very beginning, he had miscalculated: "Warren Earl is deeply concealed and has already reached the level of an Intermediate powerhouse, and certainly at Intermediate Level 4; otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to overwhelm me so decisively... How foolish I was to think I could take him hostage; it was simply overestimating my own abilities."
A bitter feeling welled up inside him as he felt despondent, realizing that escape was unlikely today.
This series of perilous encounters seemed slow but actually transpired in an instant.
From his strike to Warren Earl's unexpected counterattack, to him spitting blood and flying backward, even the astonishment on the faces of the Five Guardian Elders had yet to fade when the battle concluded in a flash.
Just as the battle ended, several hidden doors suddenly appeared on the walls of the study. Dozens of blood-red figures swiftly surged out from these dark entrances, their murderous intent bearing down on him.
"Good child, you dare to attack Earl Warren Edra? Today, I will end you." At this moment, the Five Guardians also reacted. A White-Clad Guardian, with a fierce and aged face, turned red with rage, his eyes wide open as he prepared to step forward.
"Everyone, stop!" Just as the group moved, Warren Earl's authoritative voice suddenly rang out, halting them in their tracks.
The White-Clad Guardian was taken aback and looked towards Warren Earl. Seeing his extremely grim expression, he quickly stopped. The dozen or so figures dressed in blood-red robes also froze in place as soon as Warren Earl spoke, their faces blank and appearing quite bizarre.
"You truly surprise me. With your low-level strength, you managed to take my punch and still escape unharmed. I find it increasingly difficult to bring myself to kill you. However... are you really not going to obediently establish a Blood Contract?" A deep voice slowly echoed, Warren Earl's eyes cold as a snake, his broad face looking extremely chilling.
"Heh heh, it is surprising. Earl Warren Edra's strength truly exceeds my expectations. I never imagined that you have been pretending to be a weakling all along. A dignified Intermediate Level 4 powerhouse disguising yourself as an ordinary person. I suppose many people have misjudged you like I did."
Without answering Warren Earl's question, Bu's eyes flashed as he lightly shook his head with a smile: "This old man still hasn't realized that my strength has already reached Intermediate Level. This is good news; the more they underestimate me, the greater my chances of escape." As thoughts swirled in his mind, Bu turned his gaze towards the dozen or so suddenly appearing blood-robed guards.
From these guards, Bu sensed an extremely strong aura of malice. Their eyes were hollow and numb, devoid of any emotion, resembling dead soldiers.
Bu's gaze sharpened; it seemed the Aldra Family was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
However, since he had already taken action, why would he establish some ridiculous Blood Contract? Even in this dire situation, he would not bow down or cower in fear of death.
"So, you choose to walk the path of death instead of taking the chance to live?" Warren Earl said with a frown, his tone somewhat sinister.
"Where do you get all this nonsense? If you want to fight, then fight; if not, get out of the way," Bu replied impatiently, raising his head.
"Stubborn and unyielding." Warren Earl snorted coldly, glancing at the Five Guardians before waving his hand.
He no longer intended to beat around the bush; since this child was intent on seeking death, he would grant him that wish.
As for the Qualification Challenge, it was clearly no longer within Warren Earl's considerations. With matters having escalated to this point and the other party refusing to establish a Blood Contract, those who could not be utilized had no value in surviving. After all, the Aldra Family had already made quite a name for themselves this time, their reputation soaring.
Even if the subsequent Peak Showdown could not bring further profit, it was still better than allowing an unstable factor to grow or to ally with other forces, ultimately turning against them. Rather than letting a tiger return to the mountain and leave future troubles, it was better to eradicate the root cause once and for all.
In fact, after personally verifying Bu's strength, Warren Earl had another thought arise in his mind, though it was still just a faint idea. Therefore, he needed to assess Bu's value further before making a decision; if Bu did not possess that value, then there would be no further discussion.
Upon receiving the order, the Five Guardian Elders immediately sprang into action, their weapons shining brightly as they unleashed their skills, clearly intending to obliterate Bu in one fell swoop.
Faced with the fierce assault of five Intermediate Level experts, Bu remained calm.
He understood clearly that the more one found themselves in a crisis, the more one should remain composed. Only by staying calm could one find a way to resolve the crisis; any panic would only hasten one's demise.
At the moment the Five Guardian Elders launched their attack, Bu had already memorized the entire situation in the arena and quickly devised a countermeasure in his mind.
At this moment in the arena, there were four waves of enemies: first were the attacking Five Guardians; second was Hawk, who had vanished after throwing a flying knife; and the last two waves consisted of Warren Earl standing still and a dozen Blood Robe Guards.
Thus, he found himself surrounded on all sides. In addition to Warren Earl's watchful gaze, there was also the terrifying Hawk lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment. Meanwhile, he still had to deal with the assault from the Five Guardian Elders, making for a perilous situation.
Bu Xin thought urgently: "To survive this time, I must first escape from here; otherwise, I will face an unending onslaught of enemies. As for whether I can succeed, I can only do my best and follow fate."
Having made up his mind, Bu no longer hesitated. He flipped his wrist and slightly raised his sword.
Looking at the five rushing toward him, he was determined to fight back.
Ethereal Thirteen Swords. Seventh Sword!
"Buzz"
The dull sound of the sword echoed like ripples, suddenly spreading throughout the entire room. The sword in Bu's hand trembled violently, its frequency extremely fast, as powerful energy waves rippled out from the blade, forming a massive Energy Cyclone.
These cyclones floated like Ghost Fire, with faint glimmers, seemingly containing unknown Vengeful Spirits within them, their cries dizzying. At the same time, a shadow as dark as ink emerged behind Bu, overlapping with his figure.
This was unmistakably the identical shadow that appeared when the Sixth Sword was unleashed.
However, at this moment, the shadow was clearly much more distinct than it had been during the Sixth Sword's manifestation; even the Sinister Hand gripping the hilt had solidified considerably. The blood-red eyes seemed to possess an unusual hue.
In that instant when the Seventh Sword was unleashed, an inexplicable tremor coursed through Bu Xin, but this feeling was fleeting, almost like an illusion.
Before Bu Xin could think further, five fierce attacks came rushing toward him.
With a sharp gaze, Bu did not hesitate; he leaned forward and swiftly launched the Seventh Sword.
As he moved, the mysterious shadow darted forward, passing through Bu's body and merging seamlessly into the sword. The buzzing intensified as the blade became suffused with Ethereal Light, its trembling frequency increasing rapidly as Energy Cyclones erupted around Bu.
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