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At the moment when Aubrey declared his defeat, a plump judge standing atop one of the twelve stone pillars in the center of the eight arenas announced loudly, "In Arena Three, contestant Brent wins, securing one victory."
As this announcement spread, some spectators who were focused on other matches turned their attention to the arena, murmuring among themselves. By this point, with this match included, three contests had already revealed their outcomes, and the remaining contestants still on stage had entered a heated battle.
Brent's victory was anticipated by Sean Sterling; however, he shifted his gaze from the stone pillar to glance at Brent from a distance, showing no emotion in his eyes, as if such a victory did not move him.
Just then, another voice echoed from afar, belonging to a slender judge carrying two long swords: "In Arena Four, contestant Reynold wins, securing one victory."
"Reynold won...?" Brent was taken aback. He dismissed Aubrey, who was leaving in resentment after losing an arm, and turned his attention to Arena Two.
Almost as soon as Brent looked over, Reynold withdrew his long knife from the neck of the contestant named Xazuo, who lay on the ground. Fortunately for Xazuo, Reynold had not delivered a fatal blow; otherwise, Xazuo might not have had time to concede before becoming a headless corpse.
Feeling Brent's gaze upon him, Reynold sheathed his knife and glanced at Brent with indifference before nodding and jumping down from the arena.
"This fellow..." Brent chuckled lightly and also jumped down from the arena. He noticed the blood dripping from Reynold's hand that had held the knife, indicating that Reynold's victory had not come easily.
"It seems this Peak Showdown is indeed full of hidden talents; no one here is easy to deal with. Even that Aubrey just now would have been incredibly difficult to defeat if I were still at a low level." After leaving the arena, Brent did not rush away but instead reflected on this while looking toward Arena Four in the distance.
The battle in Arena Four was intense, with booming sounds echoing frequently. The black basalt ground of the arena had even cracked with several fissures. Two figures darted back and forth within the arena, colliding fiercely; amidst the chaotic energy unleashed, it was evident that Kalandor had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Kalandor's opponent was clad in black leather armor and wielded a golden hammer about two feet long; this contestant represented the Miso Family and was named Bowen.
"Using a hammer?" Bu Wei remarked in surprise. After observing for a moment, he chuckled lightly and felt reassured.
From the beads of sweat continuously forming and evaporating on Bowen's forehead, it was clear that he was not in much better condition than Kalandor; both were evenly matched.
"If Bowen doesn't have any powerful techniques left... Kalandor will endure a few hits to trigger the Protective Skill on his Exceptional Equipment, then unleash the Setting Sun Radiance Fist, and the tide of battle will be instantly rewritten, victory will be within reach." Bu Xin was deep in thought when suddenly a wave of commotion erupted from behind, accompanied by several screams from women.
"Hmm...?" Bu turned to look and saw that on Arena Five, blood was splattered everywhere. A contestant had been cleaved in half, with the upper half lying on the ground, writhing in pain and screaming, blood gushing like a fountain from the severed waist, still alive for the moment.
"What a brutal method..." Bu's pupils constricted as his gaze fell upon a Silver-Haired Youth beside the dismembered contestant: "Arno..."
"Arena Five, contestant Arno wins, securing one victory."
Seemingly believing that the contestant who had been cut in half was doomed, another Judge announced the result of the match from atop one of the twelve stone pillars. His voice showed no emotional fluctuation, as if the death of a contestant was too commonplace to warrant any surprise.
"Life is truly cheaper than grass..." Bu's eyes flickered as he took a deep breath. He glanced at Arno once more before shifting his gaze away and no longer paying attention.
The death of others was none of his concern; he had neither the mood nor the ability to care. He was not Sean Sterling, whose strength allowed him to break game rules while remaining carefree.
Moreover, once this Peak Showdown commenced, all contestants effectively signed a death contract. If someone foolishly obstructed his path, Bu would not show mercy; when it came to killing, he would do so without hesitation!
Boom!
Suddenly, a loud noise accompanied by vibrations drew Bu's attention. Scanning his surroundings, he saw Kalandor bravely using the Setting Sun Radiance Fist despite his injuries. His figure soared forward, colliding violently with Bowen's resplendent Golden Hammer, creating a thunderous sound akin to a clap of thunder.
A fierce wind whipped up dust and sand as the air trembled violently. The Black Basalt ground beneath them cracked open with several fissures, while waves of energy rippled outward across the surface.
In the midst of this thunderous clash, Bowen's Golden Hammer shimmered with brilliance. Streams of energy enveloped its surface, expanding it several times larger into what resembled a Wolf Fang Club, firmly resisting Kalandor's dual fists that struck down upon the massive Energy Pillar.
"This is the final moment, just hold on a little longer... He just used that technique to withstand my three strikes. Although that damn Exceptional Equipment absorbed the force of two strikes, the last strike landed squarely on him... As long as I can endure this move, with his severely injured body, victory will surely belong to me."
Bowen's eyes were bloodshot, energy surging throughout his body, as he held the Golden Hammer, which had expanded to resemble a massive Wolf Fang Club, firmly against the relentless assault of the Energy Pillar.
However, as Kalandor unleashed a barrage of furious punches, the power of the giant Energy Pillar's strikes grew stronger and stronger. Bowen's body was shaken by the tremendous recoil, causing his limbs to go numb, and his viscera felt like they were churning violently. He could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
With each spurt of blood, Bowen was essentially expelling the fierce spirit of fighting to the bitter end. As the saying goes, people fight for a breath of air, while Buddhas fight for a stick of incense; Bowen had even lost that breath—what could he use to continue fighting?
Transformed into a massive Wolf Fang Club-like Golden Hammer, it was suddenly sent flying by the Energy Pillar. Bowen's hands and feet trembled as he felt his body weaken and soften. Looking at the approaching Golden Iron Fists that were about to strike him down, Bowen's face turned pale as he screamed in despair: "I give up... I give up... Please stop, don't kill me."
"Hah..." A light laugh escaped Kalandor's lips as he looked at Bowen, who was terrified and sitting on the ground with disdain.
At that moment, Kalandor's fists abruptly halted, and the enormous Energy Pillar quietly hovered above him. The violent energy created a strong gust of wind that blew across Bowen's face, causing his facial muscles to contort.
"Fourth Arena, contestant Kalandor wins; one victory secured." A cold voice from a Judge echoed from atop twelve stone pillars.
As the Judge announced the outcome of the match, Kalandor slowly withdrew his fists and dissipated the giant Energy Pillar. Meanwhile, Bowen, who had collapsed on the ground, got up with a pale complexion; he was still reeling from the life-and-death moment they had just experienced.
Casting a cold glance at Bowen, Kalandor then moved swiftly and jumped down from the Arena. This battle had been hard-won; if he didn't take time to heal soon, he would likely be overwhelmed by the subsequent matches.
"How are you...? Are you alright?" Upon seeing Kalandor leave the Arena, someone approached him to inquire.
"I'm fine... Just a broken rib. If it weren't for my Wolf Skin Armor protecting me, I would have been injured much worse," Kalandor replied weakly as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Let's go... We still have about an hour before we take the stage again, so you need to hurry and heal. I have a bottle of Snow Sun Pills here; take it." Bu took out a bottle containing ten Snow Sun Pills from his pocket and handed it over.
Since Warren Earl gave him the Snow Sun Pills that day, Bu had not used any, treating them as treasures he carried with him. Now, giving a bottle to Kalandor meant he only had one left for himself.
"Snow Sun Pills...?" Kalandor did not reach out to take the bottle Bu offered. Instead, he pulled out a wooden box from his own pocket and said, "Brent... I have better healing medicine here. You should keep the Snow Sun Pills for yourself; after all, with their effects, it's hard to recover my internal injuries in a short time, let alone the external injuries from my broken ribs."
"Better medicine?" Bu was taken aback, then looked at the wooden box in Kalandor's hand with curiosity. "What kind of miraculous healing medicine is that? Is it even more effective than Snow Sun Pills? I got these Snow Sun Pills from the Aldra Family; just one is worth dozens of Silver Kalls."
Kalandor's expression turned strange as he looked at Bu as if he were examining a bug. After a while, he said, "Snow Sun Pills are merely the most basic and low-grade healing medicine. There are many better options available, like this box of Black Lotus Elixir I have here. Its healing effect surpasses that of Snow Sun Pills by several levels."
"Better than Snow Sun Pills by several levels?" Bu's eyes widened, and he leaned closer to Kalandor, asking eagerly, "Where did you get this Black Lotus Elixir? It must be expensive, right? Do you have more...?"
"Uh..." Kalandor took a step back discreetly to put some distance between his handsome face and Bu's. He looked somewhat troubled and said, "We should talk about this later. If we delay any longer, I might not be able to recover even half of my injuries before the next match starts."
Hearing this, Bu smiled awkwardly and said, "You're right... I almost forgot about that. Let's go; healing is the priority."
Pushed back by Bu Yi Lu, Kalandor ultimately couldn't withstand Bu's persistent questioning. After tossing a box of Black Lotus Elixir to Bu, he sat down to focus on healing as quickly as possible.
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