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In the Twelve Great Cities, all three contestants from Angola City perished, with no one escaping the tragedy.
The incident was so tragic that even a plump Judge leading the group wore a grim expression, his face seemingly covered in a thick layer of frost. This caused some other Judges to secretly mock him, yet they maintained a facade of ignorance about the matter.
Although the deaths of the three contestants from Angola City shocked Bu, he did not dwell on it too much.
What struck Bu the most was that the fourth contestant who died was Bert, with whom he had shared pleasant conversations just days prior. Bert was an easygoing Low-Level magician, reminiscent of a friendly neighbor.
Bert's tragic death was not due to assassination but rather poisoning, and the poisoner was none other than the seemingly shy and delicate girl, Elena.
This confirmed a saying: "The green snake's tail and the yellow scorpion's mouth may not be poisonous, but the most poisonous is a woman's heart."
After this incident, all contestants grew wary of the cold-hearted girl. Even Loli Beatrice, who had been quite familiar with Elena, felt a sense of dread and looked at her with caution.
The most terrifying thing is not the vicious executioner but rather the black widow who smiles sweetly at you one moment and turns ruthless the next, sending you to your doom.
While this incident left Bu somewhat contemplative, he felt more puzzled than anything else.
From what he learned that day, Bert was the weakest among the three. If Elena intended to poison someone, she should have targeted Beatrice, who was stronger than herself. Instead, she chose to strike down Bert, who was weaker.
This left Bu scratching his head; it seemed illogical to eliminate a rival who posed no threat while plotting against someone weaker.
"Forget it... Why think so much? Perhaps Bert was pretending to be weak and Elena saw through his facade and took advantage of it," Bu Qing chuckled lightly, finding an excuse to dismiss his curiosity.
"Brent, I received news early from Senior Sean that among the eight contestants you will face today is me. So you better show me some respect... Don't kick me off the stage too quickly," Kalandor said as he approached Bu with a mournful look.
Hearing this, Bu smiled and turned to Kalandor with a teasing tone: "Are you begging for mercy?"
"Shut up..." Kalandor exclaimed without thinking, his eyes widening as he retorted: "I'm not begging for mercy; I'm making a rational choice to concede. You need to distinguish between these two."
"What difference does it make?" Bu was somewhat dumbfounded.
Kalandor, looking quite pleased with himself, replied confidently, "The difference is that begging for mercy is a cowardly admission of defeat, while admitting defeat is a rational form of begging for mercy."
"I bought a watch last year," Bu rolled his eyes and couldn't help but curse lightly, turning his head away to ignore the somewhat amusing Fellow.
"What does that mean?" Kalandor looked a bit confused. Seeing Bu turn away from him, he quickly shifted his gaze to Reynold.
"...Don't ask me; I also bought a watch last year," Reynold said, casting a sidelong glance at Kalandor with a somewhat dismissive tone.
Given Reynold's personality, it was rare for him to say such a thing. This was only because he had spent some time with Bu and there had been no conflicts between them; otherwise, Reynold wouldn't bother with anyone.
"Duke Habia has arrived!" At that moment, a penetrating voice echoed throughout the entire Training Ground.
Bu Shuang's eyes widened, nearly stumbling at the sound. "Is there really a eunuch in Crook Duchy?" He quickly scanned the area and saw a tall palanquin being carried slowly by eight burly men. To the left of the palanquin followed a White-Bearded Elder.
The old man had a ruddy complexion and sharp, spirited eyes. Although he walked at a seemingly leisurely pace, he gave off an impression of agility. The subtle energy fluctuations around him indicated that he had likely reached Intermediate Level 5.
Upon seeing the old man, Bu Xin gasped but dared not entertain any absurd thoughts. Even if the old man were indeed a eunuch, it was none of his business. A master with at least Intermediate Level 5 strength was not someone in his early stage could afford to offend.
"Warren Earl once said that in the imperial capital, strong individuals are numerous, with at least ten whose strength rivals that of Hawk. It seems his words are not false."
Not to mention Habea III, who had cultivated his internal energy to the point of creating an energy field; just this old man before me possesses unfathomable strength," Bu Shen took a breath and glanced back at Sean Sterling to calm his somewhat shaken emotions.
In such a world where strength reigns supreme, those at the top can humiliate those weaker than themselves at will. If one does not learn to speak cautiously and act modestly, they will meet their end swiftly.
Even with Bu's current strength at Intermediate Level, there are still many who are several times stronger than him. The journey through this Peak Showdown could be described as walking on thin ice. Without Sean Sterling's protection, even if Bu managed to survive until now, he would completely lose his qualification to participate in the Peak Showdown.
For the Star Moon Alliance and Miso Family would not let him go, and neither would Arthur Royal Family behind Gaia. The moment Bu lost Sean Sterling's protection, he would find it impossible to move forward.
Eight burly men carried a beautifully carved palanquin as it slowly passed by. The White-Bearded Elder followed closely beside it, and behind the palanquin were eight graceful and gentle-looking women, arranged in two lines, each holding delicacies, fruits, and hot dishes.
In the arena, nearly everyone stood up to welcome the arrival of Habea III. Even the twelve esteemed Judges slightly bowed their heads and sent him off with their gazes.
This was the status brought by power, and it was also the respect earned through strength.
Habea III was not only the ruler of a nation but also a Quasi-Advanced powerhouse who could unleash energy fields. At times, his strength might earn him more respect than his title as a duke.
At least for most Judges, they valued Habea III's Quasi-Advanced strength; as for his identity as a duke, it was hard to move them.
Only when Habea III's palanquin completely entered the most luxurious building did everyone sit down in unison, resuming their conversations or closing their eyes to rest quietly while waiting for the Peak Showdown to commence.
No one had to wait long. After Habea III took his seat, Chief Judge Elena gracefully emerged from a pavilion.
Her flowing garments accentuated her smooth, silky skin that was as white as cream. Her curvaceous figure and slender waist were captivating, complemented by her long brown hair that danced in the wind like a celestial being or an enchanting temptress.
As she stepped onto the Arena, even the sounds of eager swallowing could be heard from the Training Ground.
Almost half of the men in the Training Ground had their throats moving with excitement, their eyes burning as they fixated on Elena's alluring body, resembling infatuated bulls.
"This woman... is truly a fairy. Can Sean Sterling handle her?" One onlooker glanced at Sean Sterling with sympathy but quickly looked away after a furtive glance.
At that moment, Elena's enchanting voice echoed out. Infused with energy, her words spread widely as if resonating in everyone's ears: "The Peak Showdown officially begins today. I am Elena Taylor, welcoming you all to this event in my capacity as Chief Judge of Holy Light Academy."
After finishing her speech, Elena placed her right hand on her chest and performed a slight bow. As she did so, her ample bosom subtly revealed a hint of white through her garment.
The dreamlike aura she exuded was already captivating enough; combined with this revealing moment, many men found their breaths becoming heavier. If not for being awed by Elena's title as Chief Judge, many would have been unable to resist rushing forward.
"That woman is quite something. If she weren't some Judge from Holy Light Academy, I'd really want to have some fun with her..." A voice from the audience spoke crudely, eyes gleaming with greedy desire.
"Old buddy, don't be foolish. That person is a big shot with a strong background. While we may have some standing in the Crook Duchy and hold the position of minor generals, if we provoke this lady... even His Excellency Habia won't be able to save us," another person advised rationally.
"Hmph... I was just thinking about it," the one who had spoken earlier said, his fervor gradually fading as he was doused by his companion's words.
It's no wonder most people were a bit out of sorts. With Elena's current Quasi-Advanced strength, she couldn't yet control her dreamlike aura perfectly. Unintentionally, her every move carried an enchanting effect, causing those with weaker self-control to fall under her spell and reveal their true selves.
After a brief introduction, Elena continued, "This Peak Showdown will last for two days. Given that four of the original Thirty-Six Contestants have unexpectedly died, there are now thirty-two remaining participants, who will be divided into four groups.
Each group will consist of eight people, and the four contestants with the most victories from these groups will advance to the Final Four.
If there are contestants with the same number of victories, they will face off against each other to determine their rankings.
Additionally, each contestant has one challenge opportunity, which can only be used to challenge someone ranked higher than themselves. If they win the challenge, the victor will take the loser's ranking, while the loser will drop to the last place.
Of course, if you challenge someone and lose... hehehe... then you will also drop to last place.
So, fellows, use your one chance to challenge wisely." Elena's voice was filled with allure, making everyone who heard her words feel as if they were not listening to a competition rule introduction but rather to a seductive woman's intimate confession.
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