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"Hahaha..." As soon as Habea III finished speaking, Bu Yang burst into laughter, his laughter filled with unrestrained freedom and carefree abandon.
As Habea's brow gradually furrowed, Bu scoffed and said, "If Your Majesty is merely at the Intermediate Level 5, I would still dare to accept the challenge of a palm strike. But as a dignified Quasi-Advanced powerhouse, even a single finger from you would surely mean my death. Do you really think that your subjects are fools?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present had strange expressions on their faces, looking at Bu with disdain, understanding, and mockery.
Beck couldn't help but sneer, "You lack the courage, so why make so many excuses? Do you think these excuses can cover up the fact that you are cowardly?"
"Ha... that bastard's belt isn't tied properly, letting an old bird come out to squawk," Bu said while digging in his ear with his finger, pretending to look around and completely ignoring Beck's furious face.
"You little brat... you..."
"If anyone has the ability and courage to take on a Quasi-Advanced powerhouse's palm strike, then you go ahead... After all, I'm just at the Intermediate level and indeed lack the courage to take that strike," Bu provocatively blew on his fingernails, interrupting Beck's words and acting like a rogue.
Habea III's eyes gradually narrowed, revealing a killing intent. Before Beck could get angry first, he spoke in a low voice, "Since you don't intend to take my palm strike, are you making fun of me? Don't think that just because Sean Sterling is backing you up, I can't kill you!"
As the words "kill you" left his mouth, Habea III suddenly surged forward with violent force. A palm struck down, and another energy-infused giant handprint appeared amidst a roaring wave of energy, resembling a colossal mountain descending upon Bu's location. Even before it approached, the overwhelming pressure akin to an ocean wave crashing down was already palpable.
"Hmph." Sean Sterling's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Without wasting words, he unleashed a magic beam he had already silently chanted. The beam expanded with the wind and quickly transformed into two differently colored hurricanes.
One blue hurricane condensed into a massive spear shaft while the other black hurricane formed a sharp spearhead. The two-colored hurricanes merged together with a thunderous roar that shook the very void as if it could not withstand the power of this hurricane spear. It appeared as if it were a tangible weapon forged under the might of the storm god.
Level 5 Magic—Hurricane Break Spear.
As the hurricane howled, just as the energy handprint flew halfway into the air, amidst the flickering spear lights of two colors, the enormous hurricane spear charged forward fiercely. It seemed to carve through space as it collided violently with the energy handprint.
The sound was beyond description; it was as if a tsunami had crashed or mountains had collapsed. The clash between two Quasi-Advanced powerhouses threatened to open a hole in reality itself and create an abyssal rift in the ground.
Habea III's energy handprint was overwhelmingly powerful; within it contained an aura of dominion that seemed to encompass all things. With an open palm came life; with control came death.
However, at that moment when this unparalleled palm struck against the sharp dual-colored spear, hurricanes surged and energy erupted. A series of cracking sounds echoed as cracks appeared on that massive energy handprint, its forward momentum halted.
The spear formed from the two-colored hurricanes acted like a pillar firmly blocking the path of the energy handprint. As the hurricane spun and roared, the spear's power grew stronger until it finally transformed into a drill bit that completely pierced through the increasingly cracked energy handprint.
Boom!
A loud explosion echoed, and waves of energy surged and rolled, as a massive light palm crumbled to dust, transforming into a powerful airflow that surged in all directions.
At the same time, the two-colored hurricane spear, though its brilliance slightly dimmed, still rushed towards Habea III with unyielding momentum. Its sharp lethality carved a deep trench into the ground, where rainwater flowed in like a river.
"Hmm...?" Habea III furrowed his brow, his gaze fixed on the approaching two-colored hurricane spear, his expression grave.
"How strong," Bu Shen breathed out lightly, murmuring as he watched the relentless hurricane spear, feeling a deep sense of shock within.
It wasn't just him who was astonished; several other Judges also showed signs of concern. Ankiro's pupils constricted sharply as he exchanged glances with Elena, both sensing Sean Sterling's formidable power.
The Silver Star Student emerging from Holy Light Academy was no ordinary individual; each possessed multiple incredibly powerful Combat Skills. Sean Sterling had now stepped into the Quasi-Advanced level and had previously experienced fortuitous encounters, making him one of the best among them. Even disregarding the reverse White Eye Seven Techniques, just considering his own Combat Skills, he was not someone of Habea III's caliber as a duke could compare to.
"Sean Sterling... You may be able to protect this child for now with your various hindrances, but do not forget that as long as I offer a hefty sum to hire assassins from the Thieves' Guild... this child will ultimately meet his end!" Habea III roared angrily, his energy surging violently as his Monarch aura erupted completely. His figure soared into the air, and with a twist of his hands, a golden giant Dragon Roar formed from energy shot out.
This golden dragon surged and twisted through the air with explosive sounds; its scales gleamed like real gold. Its claws were powerful and sharp, connected to Habea III's outstretched hands. Pu Yi appeared amidst a booming dragon roar and fiercely clawed at the incoming two-colored spear.
The void trembled with thunderous sounds as Habea III's body shook violently, unable to suppress himself as he was forced back towards the ground. The golden dragon claws gripped tightly onto the hurricane spear. In the end, with a roar from the energy-concentrated golden dragon, it opened its fearsome jaws wide and bit down hard on the spear shaft.
With a loud bang, Habea III landed on the ground, causing spiderweb-like cracks to spread across the surface from the impact. As Habea III roared in fury, the golden dragon's claws suddenly contracted fiercely while its ferocious mouth bit down relentlessly. The hurricane spear spun violently; however, its momentum had waned. Ultimately, with a resounding crash, it shattered, energy spilling forth and dissipating into nothingness.
"Kill! Get rid of that child; leave Sean Sterling to me!" Habea III's face turned pale with rage.
"Understood, Your Majesty!" The White-Bearded Elder stepped forward with an angry expression. Without further ado, he leaped into action towards Bu Shen atop the stone pillar. A long sword with jagged edges appeared in his hand at some point, radiating sharp golden iron energy.
At the same time, over a hundred guards formed an array and shouted in unison, their blood boiling as they swung their weapons together. Hundreds of beams of energy converged to form a massive cleaving axe aimed directly at Bu Shen. Four Court Mages quietly chanted spells as magical power gathered; four beams shot out towards Bu Shen’s position in what became known as the Third Wave Assault—a tempestuous scene unfolded.
In the arena, the rapidly changing situation stirred commotion among the crowd. Before this moment, who would have expected that a Qualification Challenge would escalate into such a battlefield?
Beck sneered inwardly as he looked at Sean Sterling with eyes full of glee. In his view, Sean Sterling's stubborn protection of a contestant—even going so far as to confront Habea III—would indirectly lead to failure in this Qualification Challenge in Crook Duchy. Upon returning to the academy, Sean Sterling would face severe punishment from the enforcement elders.
This thought was not unique to Beck; other Judges also glanced at Sean Sterling with flickering eyes filled with mixed emotions. Elena displayed a complex expression but ultimately could only stare blankly at Sean Sterling’s proud figure using White Eyes technique without saying a word.
Such severe events during this Qualification Challenge meant that not only would Sean Sterling face harsh punishment from the enforcement elders but she too would be implicated. After all, as Chief Judge, her authority was significant but she would still bear responsibility when incidents occurred.
Elena felt puzzled multiple times about what kind of "soup" Sean Sterling had been fed; she had never seen him show any courtesy towards anyone before. Yet now for Brent’s sake, he had even used White Eyes technique twice just to protect an unknown child.
"If that child had some astonishing talent, this matter would be understandable. However, with only intermediate-level strength, while it may be rare for his age group, in the vast realm of intermediate kingdoms, there are certainly not too few talents of this caliber... Sean Sterling... why?"
Elena's beautiful eyes sparkled with confusion, but no one could provide her with an answer.
She did not realize that sometimes, a moment of mutual understanding between men is enough to forge a deep bond, replacing many values beyond mere emotions.
Amidst the roaring sounds, Sean Sterling's White Eyes emitted a dazzling light. The veins on his face bulged as he pointed his wand, and a surge of magical energy erupted around him like a tidal wave, creating a unique storm-like aura.
"White Eyes: Outer Wind."
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and fierce winds howled with the rain. As intense magical energy converged, the outer wind spiraled in, accompanied by arcs of lightning. With a thunderous crash, a Gale Dragon surged through the clouds.
"Windfall!" At the moment the White-Haired Elder approached, Sean Sterling shouted fiercely. The Gale Dragon charged downward with overwhelming force; if this strike landed, the Old Man with White Beard would undoubtedly perish.
Habea III's eyes flashed with brilliance. Although he had to admit he could not defeat Sean Sterling, he was still capable of holding his ground and countering.
In contemplation, he lunged forward with great force. His entire body radiated golden light like a golden-armored war god. With booming sounds, he continuously unleashed powerful energy palms. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight massive energy palms roared toward the descending Gale Dragon.
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