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"Chester really doesn't know how to cherish beauty... Such a lovely lady, if it were me, I couldn't bear to be so ruthless," sighed a self-proclaimed dandy from the crowd.
Hearing this, laughter erupted among the onlookers: "Where did this fool come from? This woman poisoned the contestant Bert representing the Berman Family just the other day. Do you think she would be gentle? Ha ha... You might regret it when she turns into a tragic figure."
As soon as those mocking words were spoken, the crowd was thrown into an uproar, with many uninformed individuals asking questions, their eyes filled with surprise as they looked at Elena on the stage.
At the same time, with a loud shout from Chester, his hands surged with Blade Light, intertwining to form a cross-shaped blade aura that fiercely slashed toward Elena, the attack extremely fierce.
The distance was too close to evade. Elena gritted her silver teeth and held her whip in front of her. A sharp blade aura rushed toward her, making a sound like tearing cloth. The long whip made from beast leather in Elena's hands snapped in two. The cross-shaped blade aura continued unabated, crashing violently into Elena's chest.
Blood splattered as Elena's body was sent flying like a leaf in the wind, directly knocked out of the arena and onto the ground. Her clothing was torn at the chest, revealing hints of skin, but within moments, a cross-shaped bloodstain appeared on her white undergarment, quickly soaked red with blood.
"This woman... is beyond saving," Bu Qing sighed and shook his head.
Having suffered such a fierce blade aura directly to the chest, even if her heart wasn't shattered, she wouldn't survive. Unlike him, who possessed a robust vampire-like physique that ensured his life as long as he had breath left.
"Contestant Chester wins in Arena One, taking one victory. The second round of eight matches has concluded; we will now begin the third round. All contestants whose names are called should enter immediately..." Elena's voice echoed from twelve stone pillars. She seemed unfazed by her severe injuries and continued to host the Peak Showdown.
Guards maintaining order carried Elena out of the competition area, sent by her family's forces to take her away. Thus, one more contestant was eliminated from the Peak Showdown, reducing the initial thirty-six participants down to thirty.
Time flew by, and soon it was already afternoon.
The Peak Showdown continued without interruption, and battles in the arena heated up further. With the conclusion of the eleventh round of eight matches, only nineteen contestants remained from the original thirty-six; seventeen participants had completely lost their qualifications for Holy Light Academy.
Among these seventeen, four had died due to ambushes on that day, while eight had perished in the arena. This group included Elena and Aubrey, who had lost an arm, as well as Chester wielding dual blades and the cowardly Bowen.
As for the remaining five contestants, they had succumbed to severe injuries after conceding and fell into unconsciousness; they were completely out of contention for the Peak Showdown. Among these five were Loli Beatrice and Kalandor, who had nearly been cut in half by Fifth Prince Clarence.
In eleven rounds of competition with eight matches each round, Bu was supposed to compete once every four rounds. However, as contestants continued to be eliminated, Bu's appearances increased; before the twelfth round even began, he had already competed four times. Bowen had died at Bu's hands during his third match, granting Bu thirty points of meager experience.
Though Bu bore the title of weakling, his strength had reached Intermediate level and was recognized by most people. Therefore, no one was surprised that he had managed to last this long; after all, on paper, Intermediate strength was considered among the top tier of all contestants.
Even so, many still did not hold high hopes for Bu. Perhaps due to preconceived notions influencing their judgment, most people only placed him within the top ten or even top eight; when it came to discussions about the Final Four contention, most instinctively excluded Bu from consideration.
Indeed, in the previous four matches, Bu did not display particularly impressive performance. Even though he killed Bowen, most people considered Bowen to be among the weakest of all participants. Therefore, Bu's ability to defeat Bowen was not surprising.
Moreover, Bu's Amplification Equipment was extremely shabby; anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was not even at the Excellence Level. As for his Combat Skills, they were repetitive; although his Sword Technique seemed powerful, every participant had at least one or two combat techniques up their sleeve. Bu's Ethereal Thirteen Swords, while peculiar, did not attract much attention.
These factors contributed to Bu's somewhat awkward position. Although he appeared to be the strongest among all participants on the surface, no one truly regarded him as a contender for the Final Four throne. Many believed that Bu would ultimately fall to Clarence, leading some to take advantage of this by placing bets.
The final odds showed that in Bu's match against Clarence, the odds were 17:8, indicating a significant disparity.
"Brent... Reynold, it's up to you now. Sigh... My strength is lacking; I can only come this far. What a pity..." In the pavilion, Kalandor leaned against a pillar with a somewhat dejected tone.
Hearing this, Bu exchanged a glance with Reynold, both remaining silent.
Kalandor had nearly lost his life in the battle against Clarence; had he not called for surrender in time, he would have likely become another victim of Clarence's axe. Even so, he was still struck by the overwhelming axe light and severely injured, with his internal organs displaced. If he hadn't taken the Black Lotus Elixir after leaving the Arena, he might not even have had the strength to speak now.
Once the Peak Showdown began, no withdrawals were allowed. Considering Kalandor's severe injuries, continuing would undoubtedly lead to his death. Thus, Bu suggested that he feign being gravely injured and unconscious to evade the rules. As a result, Kalandor completely lost his chance to continue in the Peak Showdown but preserved his precious life.
"Fate and destiny... There's no need for sorrow... Although you've lost your chance to become a student at Holy Light Academy, you've saved your life in this brutal Peak Showdown. If I can secure first place, I will plead with Senior Sean to see if I can bring you along to Holy Light Academy. Even if you can't become a student, staying there is still an opportunity."
Bu's eyes sparkled as he looked earnestly at Kalandor and made a solemn promise.
Reynold raised an eyebrow at Bu's words and gave him a deep look but said nothing. Kalandor was visibly excited, almost crying as he wanted to hug Bu's leg.
"Alright, just keep pretending to be dead. Lie down and close your eyes without moving. The upcoming matches will be up to us. That Clarence... and Gaia... I will trample them underfoot and beat them into submission," Bu said calmly but with immense confidence.
"Yes... Don't let that bastard Clarence get away! And that beast Gaia..." Kalandor became excited upon hearing Bu but reluctantly closed his eyes again when met with Bu's gaze.
The eleventh round of matches unfolded without interruption. All participants who remained had consumed an astonishing amount of energy—not just physically and energetically but also mentally. Even someone as strong as Reynold showed signs of fatigue at this moment.
After all, those who made it to the Peak Showdown were not ordinary individuals. Although Reynold's Quasi-Mid-Level strength was enough to secure him a spot in the top ten comfortably, facing opponents who were all incredibly tough meant that victory required him to push himself hard.
As such, each victory for Reynold came at a significant cost in energy expenditure. Despite having recovery time after each match, as the number of participants dwindled, matches became increasingly tightly scheduled; thus, those who persisted faced even greater exhaustion.
In contrast, although Reynold was at Quasi-Mid-Level strength, he had only just stepped into this realm and lacked the depth compared to Mu Yan, Arno, or even the two His Highnesses. Consequently, those few seemed to handle things with ease while Reynold began feeling overwhelmed.
From this, it can be inferred that the other competitors are also nearing their limits.
As the twelfth round of the competition was about to begin, it was announced by Elena that it was time for Bu to take the stage.
This was quite unfortunate, as at this moment, only four members remained in Group B, including Bu. Among them was Fifth Prince Clarence, who would be Bu's opponent in the upcoming duel.
"Just when I was feeling drowsy, here comes Clarence... That axe you're holding looks more and more like the one I lost before," Bu said with a sly smile, murmuring softly. He then turned his gaze to Reynold and said quietly, "Mu Yan... if you can't win, just admit defeat. At least you'll have another chance to challenge; with your strength, you could make it into the top ten."
Reynold said nothing but nodded lightly at Bu. His eyes were calm, yet there seemed to be something more—an unspoken bond.
The twelfth round of the competition was undoubtedly a highlight, with fierce clashes between strong opponents set to unfold at this moment. The duels between Bu and Clarence, Mu Yan and Reynold, and Fourth Prince Claire and Arno had generated immense anticipation among countless spectators.
In contrast, Gaia, who had no strong opponents, was temporarily overlooked by the crowd.
With a swift movement, Bu transformed into an afterimage as he darted toward the Fourth Arena. At the same time, Clarence revealed a cold smile as he hefted his massive battle axe and strode forward like a dragon, charging toward the Fourth Arena like a bulldozer.
The appearance of these two drew the attention of countless spectators, their eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.
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