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"Having a Tycoon as a friend is just delightful. Look at this generosity; it's more precious than the Snow Sun Pill, casually tossed out a box. I wonder if Reynold has such good stuff too..."
Bu's eyes sparkled with joy as he glanced at Kalandor, who had already taken the medicine to heal, and then looked over at Reynold, who was also healing comfortably on the other side of the pavilion. He secretly plotted in his mind.
Taking advantage of the time while the two were healing, Bu opened the wooden box in his hand and discovered a piece of pitch-black ointment inside, measuring two fingers wide and one finger long. A rich fragrance wafted up, and just a light sniff made Bu feel clear-headed and invigorated, even the slight fatigue from the recent battle vanished without a trace.
"This is truly a good medicine..." Bu's eyes gleamed, and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth as he focused again on the ointment in the box.
"Black Lotus Elixir
Type: Alchemical Ointment - Healing
Effect: In a non-combat state, taking a small amount (the size of a fingernail) can quickly restore injuries with a recovery rate of 0%.
Description: An ointment made from the lotus seeds of the Black Lotus and the flesh of the Demon Flower fruit through alchemy, known for its remarkable healing effects."
"Recovery rate of thirty percent..." Bu's eyes shone even brighter as he stared at the Black Lotus Elixir in the box, momentarily speechless.
When he first took the Snow Sun Pill, just two pills had brought him back from serious injury to light injury, while the effectiveness of that Snow Sun Pill was only half that of this Black Lotus Elixir. One can imagine how precious this Black Lotus Elixir truly is.
Taking a deep breath, Bu slowly closed the lid of the box and tucked it away.
In his earlier battle against Aubrey, Bu hadn't even used his full strength to win, so he wasn't injured; he had only expended a bit of energy. On the other hand, Aubrey was incredibly unfortunate; losing an arm had significantly reduced his combat power, and he probably had no hope of standing out in subsequent matches.
It could be imagined that Aubrey must be hating Bu intensely right now. Although an alchemist could reattach his severed arm using alchemy, only those above High-Level Alchemists could achieve such results. Even among some mid-level kingdoms, High-Level Alchemists were considered significant figures. How could someone like Aubrey possibly afford to hire such important individuals to reattach his arm?
"Sigh... I am inherently kind-hearted; I pity Aubrey. If he hadn't pushed me too hard, I wouldn't have resorted to such ruthless measures," Bu shook his head dramatically and sighed deeply, putting on an act of compassion.
At that moment, all matches in the Arena had concluded. In these eight matches, aside from one contestant who died at the hands of Silver-Haired Youth Arno, there were no further fatalities among contestants.
Besides Bu's side achieving victory with all three participants winning their first match, the other five victors were Mu Yan, Arno, Gaia, Fourth Prince Claire, and Loli Cypis.
Among these five, Gaia and Fourth Prince Claire were particularly quick to defeat their opponents; neither faced any fierce resistance as their opponents easily conceded.
With names like Arthur Royal Gaia and Crook Duchy Royal Family Claire, these two not only possessed formidable strength but also wore Amplification Gear of Excellence Level. Given such a significant gap in strength, anyone would have enough self-awareness to concede rather than risk death.
The one who emerged victorious right after Gaia and Fourth Prince Claire was Mu Yan. The weapon she wielded was quite interesting, a sharp thread made from Cold Silkworm Silk.
The silk produced by the cold silkworm is tough and sharp, resembling transparent ice crystals. With such a weapon, Mu Yan engaged in combat with another contestant without allowing them to come close. Often, with a flick of her wrist, the silk would spread out. Although her opponent sensed danger, it was too late when they noticed the fine, transparent threads. Struggling to hold on, they were almost cut to pieces by the sharp silk and ultimately forced to concede.
After this battle, Mu Yan completely entered everyone's sight. She was not only beautiful but also formidable in strength. Especially with her cool and aloof demeanor, she became an object of desire for all men. If it weren't for the prohibition against interfering with contestants during the Peak Showdown, there would likely be groups of young nobles visiting her.
“Although Mu Yan is strong, if these are her only methods, she cannot threaten me… I wonder what powerful trump cards she is hiding…” Bu Tingli thought to himself while resting his hand on the hilt of his sword. “Moreover, the last assassination incident involved someone from the Star Moon Alliance. If this matter was orchestrated by Mu Yan, then she must be approached with caution.
Her usual cool and aloof appearance may not reflect her true nature; if not, then her scheming… is too frightening… just like that Elena from our first meeting. If it weren't for the news that Bert was poisoned to death by her own hand, who would know how ruthless this woman is?”
Thinking of this, Bu turned his gaze towards a pavilion nearly a hundred meters away but ultimately found his view obstructed by some scenery, making it difficult to see the figure of the woman he sought.
“Hmph… I hope Mu Yan doesn’t provoke me; otherwise… I am not incapable of being ruthless.” Unable to find his target, Bu snorted coldly and withdrew his gaze.
He had always been troubled by the previous assassination attempt involving the Star Moon Alliance. Although in the end, they not only failed to harm him but also met their own demise, Bu's temperament would never allow him to let such matters go easily. Thus, he harbored considerable disdain for Mu Yan, always keeping her in mind as a potential threat.
Just as Bu was lost in thought, a charming voice echoed throughout the entire Training Ground. It was Elena, standing up on the central stone pillar to speak: “The first round of the Peak Showdown has officially concluded. Due to one contestant's unfortunate death among the eight matches, there will be slight adjustments to the upcoming match arrangements. However, overall it remains consistent; we will determine the Final Four within one round.
The second round of matches is about to begin. All named contestants should immediately take the stage: Chester versus Elena, please proceed to Arena One; Clarence versus Cecil, please proceed to Arena Two… Boyce versus Colifor, please proceed to Arena Eight…”
With Elena's concise announcement, each contestant rushed towards their respective arenas amidst sounds of wind rushing and gasps from the crowd.
“Clarence...? That’s another prince… the Fifth Prince, right?” Bu squinted his eyes and leaned against a pillar of the pavilion, casting his gaze far towards Arena Two as he awaited the match to commence.
Among the eight matches in this second round, only the duel involving Fifth Prince Clarence piqued Bu's interest. After all, at Bu's level of strength, it was hard for him to find low-level battles appealing; only someone like Clarence, with quasi-mid-level strength, could capture his attention.
Moreover, since Clarence was a prince, his equipment and skills must be extraordinary. He likely had several formidable techniques that could pose a threat to him; observing early could help him prepare for any eventuality.
In Arena Two, Cecil, who was Clarence's opponent, took the stage first. He was tall and robust, clad in leather armor with a red cape billowing in the wind. A broad sword nearly two meters long rested on his shoulder like a door panel.
After Cecil took the stage for a short while, the Fifth Prince Clarence, who had drawn considerable attention from the crowd, finally made his entrance.
Clarence had a similar build and stride, carrying a massive long-handled battle axe as he walked steadily onto the Arena. Judging by his attire, it was undoubtedly top-tier Amplification Equipment. The surface of that enormous battle axe was engraved with countless magical runes, pulsating with strange energy waves. Just by looking at it, one could feel an immense pressure.
"This Fellow... truly lives up to being from the Royal Family, dripping with wealth. Not to mention his entire outfit covered in magical runes, just that battle axe alone is worth more than all my possessions combined," Bu Yue remarked, growing increasingly envious, wishing he could rush onto the stage and trample Clarence, stripping him of all his valuable gear.
"Ah... the first round had some impressive figures, but now in this second round, this match featuring the Fifth Prince is definitely worth watching," someone in the crowd sighed, noting that Clarence was indeed a formidable opponent at the Intermediate level.
"Hmph... are you implying that the other contestants are worthless? I wonder how strong you were when you were young?" another person interjected, seemingly displeased with the earlier comment.
Clarence, with his noble status and formidable strength, was one of the brightest talents in this year's Qualification Challenge.
Even among those who had reached the Peak Showdown, Cecil looked at him with a serious expression. Before the match began, he spoke directly: "I know I am not your opponent, but it is impossible for me to concede easily. I want to see if I can force you to reveal your full strength and understand just how great our difference is."
Under such scrutiny, Cecil did not want to tarnish his reputation; surrendering without a fight would be the most humiliating thing. Not only would all the spectators look down on him, but even Habea III, who sat in the stands, might disapprove. However, if he fought with all his might and still found victory impossible before conceding, that would be acceptable; he would not become a laughingstock. Thus, even though Cecil believed he was no match for Clarence, he resolved to fight on.
"With your mere Low-Level strength, not even having stepped into Quasi-Mid-Level, you think you can force me to go all out...? Heh..." Slowly lifting his battle axe into his hands, Clarence shook his head and chuckled lightly. "I will only use three strikes. If you can withstand these three strikes, I will concede this match. If you cannot withstand them, then you are finished."
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