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The stunning beauty before them left the three young men behind Hill speechless, their eyes wide and bodies stiff, unable to move a single step. They breathed heavily and swallowed nervously, revealing their awkwardness.
Among these three young men was a representative from the Miso Family. This individual had an unremarkable appearance, with a pale complexion tinged with a hint of green. His short brown hair clung to his head, and his anxious expression made him look exceedingly sleazy.
The Miso Family and the Star Moon Alliance were top Major Forces from Ekrala City and Orlan City, respectively. They were the two Major Forces that Warren Earl had warned to treat with caution before setting out.
These two factions were in opposition to the Aldra Family, so the two representatives from these forces would naturally seek to create trouble for Bu, making it difficult for him to stand out in the Peak Showdown.
The representative from the Miso Family posed little threat to Bu. However, the representative from the Star Moon Alliance—Mu Yan—was a formidable presence, having stepped into the Intermediate level. Even compared to Reynold, she would not be lacking in strength. She could pose a significant threat to Bu.
What was even more surprising was that this Quasi-Mid-Level existence, the strongest among the younger generation of Orlan City, was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. With her black hair and black eyes, even her name carried an Eastern charm. If Bu were to see her, he would likely be taken aback.
As Mu Yan gracefully bowed, Hill's handsome face broke into a smile. Yet, everyone has an appreciation for beauty; he unconsciously softened his tone: "Not bad at all. This girl not only possesses exceptional strength but also looks remarkable. Balman, you’ve really struck gold this time. Unlike those three dimwits behind me... sigh..."
With that, Hill shook his head and glanced at the three still displaying their foolishness behind him, feeling frustrated enough to let out a cold snort and ignore them.
Seeing this display of pride yield results and boost his own image, the bald man Balman laughed heartily: "Of course! With Mu Yan's strength, she will undoubtedly become a student at our Holy Light Academy and will be our junior in the future. It's rare for someone under twenty-five to become an Intermediate level powerhouse in a mid-level dynasty."
With Mu Yan's Mid-Level potential, she would easily rank among the top ten in previous Qualification Challenges held in Crook Duchy. I have great confidence in her." As he spoke, Balman patted his bald head with a proud expression.
Upon hearing this, Mu Yan remained indifferent, her expression cool as if she were listening to something unrelated to herself, showing no signs of being affected by praise or criticism.
The two young men standing behind Mu Yan also possessed considerable strength but felt neither jealousy nor envy upon hearing Balman's words. Instead, they gazed at Mu Yan's graceful silhouette with admiration in their eyes, as if they had long admired her.
"Well... I’m afraid there’s some news that might not make you happy," Hill said, unable to hold back as he saw Balman's smug demeanor.
Balman was taken aback and asked in confusion, "What news?" The two young men behind him also showed curiosity, shifting their gaze from Mu Yan's back to Hill.
Hill clicked his tongue a couple of times, not in a hurry to respond. Instead, he looked down against the strong wind and, seeing that they were about to land, finally spoke up. "I heard that the Arthur Royal Family of Crook Duchy has secretly nurtured the next generation heir, who is also participating in the Qualification Challenge.
This young man is incredibly powerful, having secured first place in Arthur City and advancing without anyone forcing him to use the Arthur Royal Family's ancestral martial art—Setting Sun Radiance Fist. I estimate that this young man... has likely stepped into Intermediate."
"What? That's impossible... How could such talent emerge from a barren place like Crook Duchy? Even in some intermediate dynasties, such prodigies are rare." As soon as Hill finished speaking, Balman shook his head vigorously, his voice booming with disbelief.
Not only Balman but even the two young men behind him scoffed at the idea. The three from Hill's side also displayed expressions of skepticism.
After all, stepping into Intermediate was no small feat. Each of these young people was proud and ambitious; how could they believe that someone else could surpass them by such a margin? Even if someone did exceed them, it would have to be within an acceptable range for them to believe it—like Quasi-Mid-Level; that would still hold some credibility.
But if you removed that qualifier, it became difficult for these youths to accept. With everyone being proud, who would yield to whom? Just because someone couldn't force out another's ultimate move didn't mean they were an Intermediate powerhouse. That reasoning seemed too far-fetched.
Everyone was skeptical, and Hill didn't bother to explain further since this was merely his speculation. He just wanted to dampen Balman's enthusiasm a bit so he wouldn't get too carried away.
In contrast to the doubts of the others, Mu Yan showed a contemplative expression after hearing Hill's words, appearing somewhat convinced.
While everyone was talking, two strange birds gradually descended at the North Gate outside the imperial capital, causing quite a stir.
In Crook Duchy, the north symbolizes nobility and grandeur.
The representatives from Holy Light Academy naturally could not afford to be negligent towards Duke Habea III of Crook Duchy. He had already ordered twelve elite units to stand guard at the North Gate in anticipation.
Twelve dignitaries from Holy Light Academy were each accompanied by an elite unit, with each unit leader given images of the respective judges they needed to serve from Holy Light Academy.
Whenever a Judge arrives, an elite team is dispatched to greet them, equipped with portraits for identification, ensuring that no mistakes are made to avoid awkwardness, with clear divisions of labor.
The presence of twelve elite teams waiting to welcome these esteemed Judges not only shows respect but also indicates Duke Habia's friendly attitude.
As soon as Judges Balman and Hill arrived, two of the elite teams immediately stepped forward to greet them.
However, no one noticed that as these two elite teams moved to welcome Balman and the others, a shadow that blended seamlessly with the surrounding environment suddenly vanished at the city gate.
This shadow possessed exceptional stealth skills, exuding no life force, resembling a living corpse. Its movements were silent, leaving almost no footprints behind, like an invisible wind; even a mage with strong Mental Power would find it difficult to detect this person's presence.
At the same time, Bu and his companions finally arrived at the temporary residence that had been arranged in the inner city under Yahang's guidance.
This temporary residence was grand and rustic, resembling a spacious castle.
The castle was constructed entirely from red square stone blocks, sturdy and solid, occasionally adorned with white stone tiles and black statues. The vertical buttresses and flying arches combined with numerous spires and large windows created a staggered effect that resembled spears piercing the sky, giving one a sense of elevation akin to gazing up at a towering mountain.
In front of the castle was a wide road lined with several houses forming a Hexagram. In the center stood a large ground fountain, with water splashing and a gentle breeze stirring, adding an air of elegance.
A circle of intricately carved black railings formed a wall that completely enclosed the hundred-acre area belonging to the castle. Ivy occasionally climbed and entwined around the railings, creating a beautiful scene. Bu and his group stood at the main entrance outside this railing wall.
Sean Sterling nodded in approval of the arranged accommodation. Just as he was about to say something, his gaze suddenly shifted toward the direction of the main gate.
At that moment when Sean Sterling looked over, four individuals walked out from the gate in succession. Following these four were two elite teams consisting of twelve members each.
Among the four, a Silver-Haired Middle-Aged Man led the way. Behind him were three young men and women who carried themselves arrogantly, looking down on others with disdainful expressions.
"Ha ha ha... Sean Sterling, I didn't expect the third batch to arrive would be you. So, how is it? Under your supervision in Sparta City and the Qualification Challenge, what remarkable figures have emerged?" Before Sean Sterling could respond, the Silver-Haired Man spoke directly, his tone seemingly mocking, with a hint of cold laughter in his eyes, as if he had a deep-seated grudge against Sean Sterling.
After finishing his words, the Silver-Haired Man stepped forward and glanced at Reynold behind Sean Sterling.
Upon sensing Reynold's Quasi-Mid-Level strength, the Silver-Haired Man was slightly surprised but then scoffed and turned his attention to Kalandor. His condescending gaze made Bu, who had been observing him for a while, quite displeased.
"Gaia... this person before us is the pitiful cousin you mentioned earlier, right? Looking at his appearance, he does resemble you quite a bit... but as for his strength... ha ha." The Silver-Haired Man shook his head while looking at Kalandor, his eyes filled with disdain and his tone laced with mockery.
At these words from the Silver-Haired Man, both Bu and Reynold were taken aback, suddenly recalling some rumors they had heard on the way about the Arthur Royal Family's offspring that had been making waves.
Seemingly oblivious to the mockery in the Silver-Haired Man's words, Kalandor stood still since the moment this group appeared, devoid of any smile on his face, his gaze fixed intently on a blond man among them.
This blond man stood tall with an air of confidence. He bore some resemblance to Kalandor, being exceptionally handsome; he must be Gaia, as referred to by the Silver-Haired Man.
Although this person appeared dignified, his raised chin and slightly curled lips exuded an air of arrogance.
In contrast to Kalandor's hostile and aggressive gaze, this blond man maintained a cold smirk throughout their encounter, looking at Kalandor with extreme disdain. Yet beneath that disdainful exterior, Bu could clearly sense a strong killing intent.
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