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There was no blood flowing, no pain felt; the Eighth Sword, reaching its peak of sharpness and dominance, left Clarence in shock and fear. Yet, what surged within him was a mix of delight and rage.
He had escaped a calamity, evading death by a single sword strike, but as the Fifth Prince of Crook Duchy, he had never been so humiliated. This was an utter disgrace!
As he gazed into the approaching, evil, bloodthirsty eyes, fear and endless anger flickered in Clarence's gaze. He spoke harshly, “...How dare you hurt me... I am the Fifth Prince of Crook Duchy, how dare you hurt me? ...Brent, you coward, you...”
But he would never finish his sentence. His face reflected disbelief and overwhelming terror as he slowly lowered his head to see where his life was ebbing away, to witness the blood joyfully flowing from his body.
In the end, all he saw was a pitch-black sword being drawn from his body, taking with it his life.
“...You...” Clarence's eyes widened in shock, the last glimmer of light reflecting the bloodthirsty red eyes before him. As his final breath escaped him and his body fell helplessly to the ground, he made no further cries of defiance.
Everyone outside the Arena was stunned. The moment Brent's sword pierced Clarence's chest, they had begun to freeze in place. Even now, as Clarence lay dead on the ground, no one had regained their senses; they were either too shocked or simply dumbfounded.
Even atop the lavishly constructed grand building, Habea III and the Old Man with White Beard trembled, their eyes wide with confusion, shock, and anger as they stared blankly at the figure that lay motionless on the Fourth Arena.
Not just them; all twelve towering stone pillars held judges who looked equally astonished. Even Sean Sterling furrowed his brow slightly, and even Elena gasped in surprise.
After all, Clarence held an extraordinary status as the Fifth Prince of Crook Duchy, possessing considerable strength. Yet now, right before everyone's eyes, he had been brutally slain by Brent.
This was a monumental disaster. Even in a life-or-death situation like the Peak Showdown, no one would dare to kill a prince of the Duchy Royal Family. It was akin to killing a direct descendant of a powerful family right at their doorstep—an outright slap in the face and a blatant trampling of dignity.
The entire Training Ground fell silent. Kevin turned pale with shock; beside him, Amus trembled uncontrollably, utterly stunned. A prince of the duchy had been killed by a representative of their own Aldra Family. Such a calamity made Kevin's scalp tingle at just the thought.
He wasn't considering what punishment would befall Brent, nor did he feel any schadenfreude at what was about to come from Habea III. His only concern was for his own safety.
However, this reckless act by Brent had completely shattered everything. It felt as if everything he had painstakingly built in the imperial capital was collapsing. If he didn't escape quickly, his life might very well be lost here.
“Ah! Damn you, Brent!” Kevin's face twisted in rage; more than anger, there was endless fear within him. As the heir to the Aldra Family, representing them in this competition while having killed a prince of the Duchy Royal Family, it was akin to committing an unforgivable crime that could implicate his entire family.
Everyone remained silent and shocked as they watched Brent slowly sheathe his sword, his dark aura gradually dissipating. At this moment, no one dared to call him a coward; the death of Fifth Prince Clarence left them all profoundly shaken.
“Fourth Arena, contestant Brent wins...”
"This child deserves death and has no qualifications to participate in the Peak Showdown," Elena announced softly, her eyes revealing a strange expression as she declared the competition's result from atop the twelve stone pillars. However, before her words could finish, a voice filled with suppressed rage reverberated throughout the Training Ground.
This voice carried the pain of losing a child, boundless killing intent, and the majesty of an unparalleled ruler. It emanated from Habea III within the building.
The fury of a Quasi-Advanced powerhouse could change the atmosphere dramatically. When the words "deserves death" echoed like thunder, everyone felt as if they had been struck deaf, their minds buzzing as those three words rolled like turbulent waves in their heads.
Kalandor, who had been pretending to be unconscious while recovering, was jolted by this voice. His face turned pale as he opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood, displaying shock and confusion.
The competitors in the eight Arenas who had yet to determine a victor—Reynold, Mu Yan, Arno, and Claire—were all affected by this voice, halting their actions in surprise. The participants who had already finished their battles also displayed expressions of astonishment, not only shocked by Bu's audacity but also by the might of Habea III's roar.
"Haha... this coward is no longer soft; he has become a fool for daring to kill Clarence's son. I truly admire his courage. But looking at it now... Old Guy Habea won't let him off easily; it's quite regrettable that I can't kill him myself," Gaia remarked with a mocking and surprised expression from a pavilion, arms crossed in delight.
The competitor he had been battling quickly conceded after stepping onto the stage for only a short while, allowing Gaia to win effortlessly and be the first to return victorious.
"How is this possible... my fifth brother has been killed?" Claire exclaimed in disbelief, feeling as if she were in a dream.
As a prince of the Duchy Royal Family with a prestigious status, he had never experienced fear or chill from deep within his soul. Yet now he felt it emanating from that coward he had previously looked down upon; it was a fear and coldness that arose only when one's status was under severe threat.
Not just him; others like Arno, Mu Yan, and Reynold all had their pupils constrict in shock at Bu's actions. They questioned themselves—if it were them, they wouldn't dare take such action.
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. During the Peak Showdown, no matter what happens, we cannot interfere with or prevent the normal conduct of the duel." Although Elena was disturbed by Habea III's disruption of the competition order, she did not lose her temper. After all, even an ordinary person would rage fiercely if their own child was killed before them; how much more so for Habea III, a Quasi-Advanced powerhouse of high status?
In contrast, Habea III remained relatively calm and rational; he did not act immediately. This allowed Elena to breathe a sigh of relief while feeling extremely irritated and troubled by Bu's reckless behavior. She also felt it was unfair for Sean Sterling.
"What a fool! He only cares about acting brave without realizing what Sean Sterling saw in him..." Elena glanced at Bu with disgust and dissatisfaction.
At that moment, Habea III suddenly burst forth from the building. A tremendous pressure swept across the venue like an abyss or prison, causing everyone present to change color. While High-Level Warriors could not fly through the air, they could briefly hover using their energy fields.
"I need not say much; my most outstanding son has been killed before my eyes. If I cannot avenge him, then I, Duke of Crook Duchy, will become a laughingstock. My Crook Duchy will be ridiculed by all nations," Habea III's voice boomed like thunder as his gaze revealed uncontrollable fury. He shot straight toward the Fourth Arena with the intent to eliminate Bu.
Habea III's movement triggered an immediate response throughout the Training Ground; all guards maintaining order turned against Bu simultaneously, aiming their weapons at him as they swarmed around him. Originally protectors of order during the Peak Showdown, they transformed into disruptors due to Habea III's personal intervention.
Not only him, but the White-Bearded Elder also charged out, his immense energy roaring like a dragon. Although he had not reached Quasi-Advanced strength, he was still a terrifying Intermediate Level 5 overlord.
The sudden change in the arena caused chaos among the audience, with only a few high-ranking or powerful individuals remaining calm, observing the situation's development. Kevin, who had been terrified, felt a surge of joy when he saw that Habea III had temporarily overlooked his side. He quickly instructed Amus and disregarded the two maids, seizing the opportunity to escape from the Training Ground amidst the crowd's panic.
The dramatic turn of events in the arena left Kalandor, who had just spat out blood from his injuries, bewildered. However, when he saw the figure lying on the ground in the Fourth Arena, he instantly understood what was happening and couldn't help but open his mouth wide as his heart raced.
At this moment of crisis, Step remained unfazed. He didn't know about the other Judges, but he was certain that Sean Sterling would not ignore his life or death.
Before confronting Clarence, Step had no intention of killing him; after all, Clarence's identity was extraordinary, and Step did not want to provoke trouble that would make things difficult for Sean Sterling due to a momentary impulse.
However, plans could not keep up with changes. When Ethereal Thirteen Swords and Eighth Sword were unleashed, Step sensed something was wrong. Yet given the circumstances at that time, he could not halt his Sword Technique midway and allow Clarence's formidable Daybreak Battle Axe to cleave him in half.
As time passed, Step's life potential was drained by the shadow; his power surged violently, and his killing intent soared as he completely lost his rationality and fell into a frenzied state of bloodlust.
In such circumstances, Clarence, who had been struck by a sword, not only refused to concede but also insulted Step even more aggressively. This was practically courting death! Looking back now, Step felt that even if he hadn't fallen into a frenzy of bloodlust before, enduring such insults while holding a sword would have been quite challenging.
Various factors made Clarence's death today inevitable. At this moment, Step felt no regret; a man must take responsibility for his actions and face them fearlessly without guilt.
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