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"Challenging the right? Hehehe... that's quite a clever tactic... If my ranking is above Gaia, and Gaia becomes arrogant and can't help but challenge me, as long as I defeat him, his ranking will instantly drop to the last place.
Moreover, since he has already used his challenge right, he won't be able to compete with anyone else to regain his ranking unless another participant also drops in rank due to a failed challenge. Otherwise, he will remain at the bottom without any chance of recovery.
Hehehe... this is indeed a good method. If successful, Gaia will be stuck outside the top ten and won't even qualify for Holy Light Academy." A glint flashed in Bu's eyes as a light smile appeared on his lips, directing his gaze towards Kalandor, who simultaneously understood and looked back.
The two exchanged knowing smiles, everything unspoken between them.
At that moment, Elena's lazy voice came again: "In addition to what I've just mentioned, there's one more thing that all participants need to pay attention to. In the Peak Showdown, participants are strictly prohibited from using any potions, Magic Scrolls, or destructive alchemical tools. If discovered, they will be disqualified from the competition and will not be included in the rankings.
Furthermore... once on the Arena, unless a participant voluntarily admits defeat or jumps off the Arena to indicate surrender, the match will not stop midway. This means that if someone stubbornly refuses to admit defeat, they could end up being killed; it would serve them right."
As these words spread, all participants felt a chill in their hearts. Even those who were already aware of this matter took a deep breath.
"The Peak Showdown... is essentially a life-and-death Arena. If someone is ruthless enough to strike down their opponent before they have a chance to admit defeat, then dying would be in vain; the killer would face no punishment." Bu Shuang narrowed his eyes, his elongated pupils flickering unpredictably.
"Next, I will announce the names of the four groups of participants. Group A consists of eight participants: Beatrice, Reynold, Alger, Mu Yan...
Group B consists of: Kalandor, Brent, Aubrey, Bowen...
Group C consists of: Gaia, Chester, Elena...
Group D consists of: Arno, Gnar...
Please ensure all participants remember their respective groups clearly. Once the Peak Showdown officially begins, no one is allowed to withdraw temporarily." Elena's voice flowed steadily as all participants listened attentively, secretly calculating which individuals in their groups needed special attention.
"Three years have passed. Three years ago, I was just a low-level 1 and didn't dare participate in the Qualification Challenge. Now my strength has reached the peak of Low-Level, and I've fought my way into this Peak Showdown. No matter what, I must break into the top ten this time." Among the participants, a young man with brown hair and red eyes tightly clenched his fists, filled with confidence.
"To stand out from ten thousand is no ordinary feat. However, I want to see just how strong these people really are." The silver-haired youth Arno's gaze was sharp as he subconsciously touched an ancient ring on his left middle finger while deep in thought.
“Kalandor… Brent… Hehehe, this time you are lucky, as you are not assigned to the same group as me.
However, your death is not far away. I will crush you underfoot in the Peak Showdown Arena, right in front of everyone, and before you can even surrender or beg for mercy, I will kill you all…!” Gaia thought coldly, her golden short hair framing a pair of eyes that radiated a chilling Cold Light.
“Keep it up… Kalandor, Reynold.” As the confrontation was about to begin, Bu turned to the two beside him and smiled.
“Hmph… Anyway, I can’t beat a freak like you. I’ll just settle for second place in our group,” Kalandor said somewhat frustratedly, yet his words were filled with confidence as he aimed for that second-place ranking.
Reynold said nothing but nodded at Bu. In his eyes, Bu saw a calmness that suggested no opponent could shake him.
“The first round of the competition begins now. All named contestants please take the stage. Beatrice versus Alger, please proceed to Arena One. Reynold versus Xazuo, please proceed to Arena Two…
Brent versus Aubrey, please proceed to Arena Three… Kalandor versus…” Elena announced the match list in a flowing manner. The audience perked up their ears to listen, cheering whenever they heard the names of contestants from their respective factions.
Once all matters were announced, Elena flashed and leaped onto a tall stone pillar at the center of the eight Arenas, surrounded by eleven similar pillars arranged in a circle.
At the moment Elena ascended the pillar, the other Judges also flew out from their pavilions and each found a stone pillar to sit on. Before leaving, Sean Sterling softly advised, “You three should concede if you find yourselves outmatched; don’t throw your lives away for nothing.”
Hearing this, Bu touched his nose and exchanged a glance with Kalandor, both sharing a bitter smile. They hadn’t expected to be scheduled for the first round and were relieved they weren’t assigned to face each other directly; otherwise, it would have been awkward.
“Let’s go… show what we can do on stage.” Kalandor chuckled lightly and took off eagerly.
Bu Wei nodded with a smile and looked at Reynold, saying, “You must win!”
Without waiting for Reynold’s response, Bu leaped into action. With a few light taps of his toes on the ground, he soared far away and reached Arena Three in just a few breaths.
Watching Bu’s figure disappear, Reynold remained silent for a moment before finally activating his movement technique and heading straight for Arena Two.
As he stepped onto the stage, he naturally attracted the attention of many people, who began to inquire about his identity in private. A few perceptive individuals noticed the surging energy surrounding him the moment he stepped up, instantly becoming alert.
"Who is this fellow? I see that his strength seems to have reached Mid-Level. Could he be a direct descendant of the Arthur Royal Family?" someone exclaimed, staring at him in astonishment and asking the person next to him.
"Pfft... he's not a direct descendant of the Arthur Royal Family. This fellow is representing the Aldra Family in the competition. His name is Brent. Now you understand, right?" someone scoffed in response.
Upon hearing this, the earlier inquirer suddenly realized and said, "So he's the softie that everyone has been talking about recently..."
Not long after Brent took the stage, a young man with brown hair and crimson eyes leaped onto the Arena, wielding a spear.
"Aubrey from Rosé City, please enlighten me," the young man said as he entered, casually holding his spear horizontally in greeting.
"Is this Aubrey? His strength seems decent," Brent thought as he observed the brown-haired youth, who was flamboyant and spirited. He rubbed his hand against the hilt of his sword and declared loudly, "Brent from Sparta City, please enlighten me."
"I've heard of you. Although your strength is impressive, many people now consider you a softie. I want to see for myself if you truly are one," Aubrey replied without rushing into battle, his words somewhat provocative as he looked at Brent.
"A softie...?" Brent raised an eyebrow at this remark and then chuckled as he replied, "Whether I'm soft or hard, you'll find out soon enough. Enough talk; if you don't make a move, I will."
"Hmph... watch my spear." With a shake of his spear, Aubrey's fighting spirit surged as he launched the first attack.
Perhaps due to Brent's recent notoriety, despite the numerous matches taking place in this Peak Showdown's first round that dazzled the audience, half of those present still focused their attention on Arena Three, eager to see how this so-called softie Brent would perform.
In the Arena, as Aubrey charged forward with his spear, Brent had already begun to evade gracefully. His movements were like a Divine Dragon among clouds; one could see its head but not its tail, making it difficult to grasp.
His preemptive retreat before battle immediately drew a chorus of boos from the crowd, with some shouting insults: "He really is a softie! He retreats without fighting right at the start; what a waste of his Mid-Level strength."
Brent couldn't hear the outside criticism; even if he did, he wouldn't take it to heart.
Peak Showdown is fiercely competitive and brutal. Climbing to the top is not just about brute force. Although with his current strength, he could win even in a direct confrontation with Aubrey.
However, if he can make the process of victory easier and conserve some stamina and energy, why not?
Aubrey's gun moves like a dancing dragon. Though he is only at Low-Level strength, the aura emanating from Aubrey is astonishing, resembling a war god reborn. With each shot, he seems invincible.
"With Low-Level strength, yet possessing the fierce momentum of a Quasi-Mid-Level expert. What kind of gun technique has this person learned?" Many spectators murmured as they sensed the sudden surge of energy from Aubrey.
Some knowledgeable observers brightened up and exclaimed, "No wonder Peak Showdown is so renowned; even a random contestant possesses combat skills. I believe the gun technique Aubrey is using is the Hundred Battles Spear Technique from the Mickey Family in Rose City.
This technique grows stronger with each strike; every time it is executed, the user's momentum increases. By the time the hundredth shot is fired, their momentum surges several times over, making it nearly impossible to block."
While the crowd outside was discussing, Bu also sensed something was off in the Arena. He had initially planned to take advantage of his opponent's fatigue or mistakes during their gunplay to swiftly draw his sword and unleash the Ethereal Thirteen Swords, breaking through Aubrey's defenses. However, as time dragged on, Aubrey showed no signs of weakness; even the energy infused into his weapon remained undiminished.
The gun is indeed known as the dragon among weapons, and this saying holds true. Coupled with Aubrey's seamless execution of each move, his shots flew like meteors racing across the sky, exuding tremendous momentum and increasing lethality.
Although Bu's Agility was not lacking, if he continued to allow his opponent to execute their gun techniques freely, it would become increasingly challenging to defeat him without expending considerable effort.
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