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One person, one sword, confronting the giant palm like a mountain!
The Black Mist Sword Qi surged like a tidal wave, and the bloodthirsty color in Bu's eyes was almost frenzied!
The sound of cracking immediately rang out as the Destructive Giant Palm showed numerous fine and dense cracks on its surface in an instant. In just a moment, these cracks multiplied, causing the Destructive Giant Palm to almost come to a halt. At the same time, more pits appeared on its surface, as if it had been corroded by the black mist sword qi.
"How is this possible...?" Habea III stared wide-eyed in disbelief. However, with a slight sense of Mental Power, he realized that only the outer layer of energy had been worn down; the internal energy still contained immense power. He breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down.
At that moment, the previously halted Destructive Giant Palm shook violently. A tremendous force erupted from it, and Bu's body trembled as if struck by a mountain of fingers, his muscles quivering and tearing, bones cracking loudly.
A mouthful of fresh blood could no longer be restrained and gushed out. The Azure Morning Sword nearly slipped from his grasp, and Bu appeared even older than before. The thick black mist covering the giant palm became incredibly thin under this shockwave, as if it were about to disperse.
After this jolt, the strong energy contained within the Destructive Giant Palm completely detonated. The traces that had been corroded and cracked by the black mist restored to their original state. However, the radiance emitted by the giant palm dimmed slightly at this moment, as if it had lost a considerable amount of energy.
Bu's eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty light, and he was on the verge of losing his last shred of rationality. The whirlpool of black mist within him spun wildly, absorbing life potential in waves and transforming it into an even more surging power for a third explosion.
The third explosion came at a great cost!
Bu's long black hair turned half white, and his face aged to that of a man in his forties at this moment. This scene shocked all spectators and sent chills down their spines.
"What a terrifying Forbidden Technique... I didn't expect he had such a trump card... but... the cost is too great." Gaia's pupils constricted to pinpoints, her heart filled with shock.
"This child... is finished. To use this Forbidden Technique to such an extent means that even if he survives, he has no future." The Gray-Clad Elder's phantom silently observed the match. Upon seeing Bu exchange life potential for power for the third time, he shook his head and sighed.
If these two were so affected, one can imagine the shock Bu brought to others. Sean Sterling was no longer calm; his face looked terrible as he gazed at Habea III with intense killing intent.
Bu wielding Ethereal Thirteen Swords—a sinister Forbidden Technique—was something even Sean Sterling was unaware of. Although someone recognized this Forbidden Technique during the Seed Selection Tournament in Sparta City, Sean Sterling's personality made him uninterested in wasting Mental Power listening to the audience's shouts during the match.
Thus, hearing that Bu's ongoing Sword Technique was indeed a Forbidden Technique and witnessing his horrifying transformation naturally shook him deeply.
The power explosion gained from exchanging life potential for the third time fully unleashed the might of Ethereal Thirteen Swords' tenth sword. This was also the last explosion of this sword; should it fail, Bu would suffer backlash, and most of his life potential would be plundered again by the whirlpool of black mist within him.
With twenty percent amplification from Bloodline Transformation across all attributes, combined with three amplifications from Ethereal Thirteen Swords' tenth sword explosion, Bu's combat power reached an unprecedented peak. His internal energy was infinitely close to that of an Intermediate Level 4 warrior, while his physical quality rivaled that of an Intermediate Level 5 existence; just in terms of physique and strength values alone, he had reached a terrifying eighty points.
"Break for me!" Bu Shuang's eyes were blood-red; he was determined to break through this palm even at the cost of his life—to escape from a fate where he could be slaughtered at will.
The entire ground trembled violently, countless fissures could no longer hold, and with a thunderous crash, they collapsed. In that moment of the earth's collapse, Bu's body had already soared into the air, charging toward the descending Destructive Giant Palm.
Before him, endless black mist rolled and spread, coalescing into a pitch-black Demon Head several meters in size. As Bu rushed forward madly, it collided violently with the approaching Destructive Giant Palm.
Everything happened too quickly, so fast that everyone was left breathless, occurring in the blink of an eye.
The energy-laden Destructive Giant Palm collided with the condensed black Demon Head in an instant. At that moment, it seemed as if the two had overlapped, producing a deafening roar. The chaotic energy impact caused more cracks in the ground to collapse, forming a massive pit.
A violent tremor shook the earth, causing the soil to roll like waves and throwing nearby onlookers off balance. It felt as if the ground was about to turn upside down.
With a loud cracking sound, the Destructive Giant Palm truly collapsed at that moment, along with the enormous black Demon Head disintegrating together.
As these two powerful energies shattered, a raging energy storm descended, sweeping up dust and creating an impact capable of shaking mountains, spreading in all directions.
Bu could no longer hold on; at the moment the palm was broken, he laughed out loud. His body was swept away like a kite with its string cut by the shockwave, bones breaking, clothes tearing, blood staining the sky.
This impact swept toward Habea III but could not shake his form. However, it stirred up turbulent waves within him. He could hardly believe that his palm had been shattered by someone of merely Intermediate Level—a clean break that struck him like a hammer on his heart, leaving his head buzzing and him frozen in place.
"This is impossible…!" As Bu's figure crashed to the ground with a thud, Habea III roared furiously, his face twisted in rage as he prepared to strike again.
"Stop!" An authoritative elderly voice rang out decisively. Following this was a terrifying pressure that swept across the entire Training Ground. This pressure felt like a force of nature; as soon as it appeared, it suppressed everyone present, causing Habea III's raised foot to hesitate and not dare to step forward.
"Elder…" Looking at the suddenly appearing Gray-Clad Elder's phantom before him, Habea III took a step back and opened his mouth dryly as he gradually calmed down.
"Do you remember the promise you made?" The Gray-Clad Elder's gaze was sharp, seemingly containing endless stars within it. He stared at Habea III and spoke slowly.
Upon meeting the Gray-Clad Elder's piercing gaze, Habea III felt a sudden sharp pain in his mind. Realizing this was a warning from his opponent, he quickly nodded and said, "I remember the promise; I haven't forgotten."
"That's good…" The Gray-Clad Elder nodded slightly as his expression softened. He continued, "This child not only received your palm's power but also shattered it completely. Although he is gravely injured and has fallen unconscious, he has preserved his life. According to our agreement, you need to grant him one request within your ability."
At this point, the Gray-Clad Elder suddenly paused as if recalling something. He looked at Bu who had fallen unconscious after landing and then glanced back at Habea III with a rather strange expression. "I remember you had a bet with that child… and I was invited to be a witness. You agreed to fulfill ten requests from him."
Upon hearing this, Habea III was taken aback for a moment before his expression turned grim. He looked as if he had swallowed a fly—both angry and regretful—wishing he could kill Bu on the spot and then slap himself hard.
With thousands present as witnesses and even the esteemed Guardian Martial Saint as proof, as long as Bu did not die, there would be no escaping what he had previously promised; he could only swallow his anger and accept his fate.
The Gray-Clad Elder smiled at the mockery, feeling an inexplicable fondness for the bold and quirky Bu. However, this fondness turned into a low sigh when he thought of Bu's current miserable state.
The Gray-Clad Elder, who had lived for at least a hundred years, was well aware of the Ethereal Thirteen Swords and its status as a Forbidden Technique. He had even participated in the turmoil caused by the Ethereal Thirteen Swords when it swept through more than a dozen countries years ago, making him intimately familiar with the power and terrifying strangeness of this Forbidden Technique.
In his view, when Bu recklessly unleashed the Tenth Sword, his future had already become bleak. The massive depletion of life potential not only left Bu with no possibility of further advancement in martial arts but also significantly reduced his lifespan, leaving him with only a few years to live.
At that moment, Bu's condition was indeed dire. The substantial loss of life potential had not only harmed his vital energy but also shaken his foundation, severely damaging his spirit and drastically shortening his lifespan, plunging him into a coma.
Looking at his Personal Attribute Interface revealed that his physical condition was at a near-death state of 7%, with all attributes greatly diminished, and his Mental Power had dropped to a pitiful level.
Sean Sterling and Elena rushed to Bu's side the moment he collapsed. A green magical beam shot from Sean Sterling's wand, instantly landing on Bu's body and merging into him like water.
Fourth-Level Magic—Withered Tree Blossoms in Spring.
As the green light continuously washed over him, Bu's large wounds visibly healed at an incredible speed. The pallor of his face gradually showed a hint of color, and the multiple fractured bones within him began to heal slowly. The values indicating his physical condition on the attribute interface fluctuated, rising from near death at 7% until it stabilized at severely injured at 5%.
However, despite the stabilization of his injuries and escaping the danger of death, Bu showed no signs of awakening, as if his mind had fallen into a deep slumber.
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