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"I once promised to protect you, but I never expected you would possess such extraordinary skills. It seems that with your current opportunities, I believe your future achievements will be remarkable, and it is foreseeable that you may catch up to me or even surpass me.
I did not expect that a casual act would lead me to someone as talented as you; this can be considered a stroke of good fortune for me." Sean Sterling smiled as he looked at Bu, his eyes filled with anticipation, as if he was eager to witness Bu's transformation into greatness.
Bu, feeling shy at the compliment, smiled lightly and said seriously, "It is my fortune to have a senior like you who values me so highly. If I ever soar in the future, I will surely remember your repeated acts of protection."
Upon hearing this, Sean Sterling laughed heartily, his admiration for Bu growing even stronger. Now that he heard Bu express gratitude for his kindness, he no longer took it lightly as he did the first time; instead, he regarded it with great importance.
After all, the level of importance one holds in another's eyes is directly linked to the value they embody. Although Sean Sterling was carefree and unconventional compared to a common person, he could not escape the subtle influence of this value principle.
Due to the Bloodline Transformation allowing him to recover vitality by absorbing blood, the terrifying aspect of the Ethereal Thirteen Swords that plunders human life potential seemed less fatal for Bu; there was only a slight concern.
For other warriors, learning the Ethereal Thirteen Swords meant constantly facing the risk of having their life potential drained. Even if they were aware and tried to avoid using this Sword Technique, they would still face depletion when five years passed due to the bizarre eruption of Life Potential Plunder from the Ethereal Thirteen Swords.
The reason why the Ethereal Thirteen Swords is referred to as a cursed Sword Technique is precisely because of this deadly five-year limit that guarantees death for those who learn it. It is akin to being under a curse; those who practice this Sword Technique are essentially doomed to die after five years.
Human lifespan is limited; with significant depletion of life potential, even gods cannot withstand it. Even a High-Level Giant has a maximum lifespan of only five hundred years. If someone were to use the Ethereal Thirteen Swords like Bu did recently, they might exhaust their lifespan after just one use.
"With the Racial Gift and Bloodline Transformation as my support, even if my life potential is drained and my lifespan shortened, I can recover quickly. However, this undoubtedly means that my future path will lead me down an irreversible road filled with slaughter and battles.
Moreover, while Bloodline Transformation addresses the issue of lifespan, I am still uncertain about breaking free from that evil curse that guarantees death in five years.
If my recovery speed does not keep pace with the speed at which my life potential is drained, then my ultimate fate will still be death. I need to prepare more for this." Bu pondered internally before bidding farewell to Sean Sterling and returning to his room.
From Sean Sterling, he learned that his qualification for the Peak Showdown had been preserved. Although he lost his spot in the Final Four, he still had one last chance to challenge. As long as he had this opportunity, Bu was confident he could reach the pinnacle once again.
He casually removed his fur coat and examined the recovery progress of his wounds with satisfaction.
After two treatments from Sean Sterling using Withered Tree Blossoms in Spring and aided by his own Vampire Physique, his injuries healed remarkably fast. Even his left arm, which had suffered a large wound almost cutting through flesh and skin, now appeared as good as new, revealing fresh pink flesh at the wound site.
The Stone Devourer Leather Armor was corroded to ashes after the battle with Clarence. At this moment, the basic attributes of Step had decreased. Fortunately, although the Unicorn Rhinoceros Pants and Thunder Bear Boots had sustained some damage in several battles, they were not severely damaged overall, and their Amplification effects remained intact.
"That old man Habea still owes me ten requests, and I can't let him off too easily. He nearly caused my death; I want him to suffer enough to spit blood. Before the duel tomorrow, I'll have that Old Guy send me a set of Exquisite Armor."
"Uh, is it too low of a demand to ask for just an Excellence Level set?" Bu Xin thought wickedly as he walked toward the bed with a sly grin.
At this time, it was already late at night, and there were less than five hours until the second Peak Showdown. Step sat on the bed, holding the Azure Jade Token, gradually entering a state of introspection.
He opened three Acupoints in one breath, and these were not achieved through his own hard work. If he did not consolidate this energy and refine it further, it would lead to an unstable foundation that would be detrimental to his future development.
Step was not short-sighted; he would not overlook future realities due to temporary luck. If he wanted to reach the peak of martial arts cultivation, he could not afford any slack. Although he himself was unsure whether he could be considered a martial artist, as his personal attribute panel clearly displayed "None" under the profession section.
"None" meant no profession at all. However, given Step's current situation, he was clearly on the path of martial arts cultivation. Whether it was refining internal energy or learning skills, everything belonged to this category. Yet he did not belong to any profession, not even that of a thief.
Step had been puzzled by this for a long time. He had read many texts and even secretly asked Locke, but ultimately found nothing. Afterward, he stopped worrying about it; after all, having or not having a profession did not matter much as long as he possessed strength. Everything else was just an illusion.
On the Second Morning, it was quite rare to have good weather. The rainwater left on the ground from yesterday had formed a thin layer of ice after being blown by the cold wind overnight. The sunlight shone on it, emitting a crystalline luster that slowly melted away as time passed.
At this moment, a line of carriages rolled in under the escort of light-armored guards. The thin layer of ice covering the ground shattered into fragments under the hooves of horses and was further crushed by the wheels of the carriages and the steady steps of the guards, turning into a puddle of muddy water that spread out in the sunlight.
In one of the carriages at the center of the convoy sat Sean Sterling, Step, Reynold, and Kalandor. After half a night of cultivation consolidation, the three recently opened Acupoints in Step's body had stabilized. As energy flowed through them, thirteen Acupoints glowed brilliantly, appearing incredibly dazzling. Even his internal Energy Seed seemed to have undergone subtle changes, slightly solidifying.
"Sighing with you two perverts really makes my life feel bleak. Here I am, such a handsome young man, yet I’m overshadowed by you two old uncles. I can’t even make it into the top ten; what an old fool I am!" The voice of Kalandor lamented from within the carriage, filled with grievance as if a young widow were expressing her unwillingness.
Sean Sterling frowned and glanced at Kalandor, snorting dismissively as if annoyed by being disturbed from his moment of peace.
Step exchanged glances with Reynold, sharing a bitter smile before choosing to ignore him as well, letting Kalandor continue his mournful wailing alone.
Since seeing Step this morning, Kalandor had completely changed; previously reserved and quiet, he now openly complained throughout their journey without restraint, lamenting incessantly about feeling neglected.
It is no wonder that after suffering severe injuries and falling into a coma yesterday, even losing a significant amount of lifespan, with his hair turning gray, he could stand up today as if nothing had happened. Kalandor felt deeply impacted, looking at him as if he were an indestructible beast.
Everyone witnessed the battle from yesterday, knowing that the technique used by Bu was the notorious Ethereal Thirteen Swords. Although Bu managed to break through that powerful strike, he fell into a coma due to having his life potential drained too much.
No one believed that in just one night, Bu could wake up from his coma and restore his life energy. Even fewer believed that he would participate in the Peak Showdown the next day.
Yet unexpectedly, Bu not only woke up but also appeared to be in good spirits. The aging appearance that had chilled everyone the previous day seemed to have vanished without a trace. Although upon closer inspection, one could still see some gray mixed in his black hair, this small remnant shocked many even more.
Among the remaining contestants, many showed astonishment upon seeing Bu. Loret, who had fortuitously secured a spot in the Final Four, looked pale as if he did not want to see Bu at all. Even Gaia and the eleven Judges, including Elena, displayed expressions of disbelief.
Elena only knew about Bu's awakening but was completely unaware of how he had healed himself by drinking blood. While she was surprised, she attributed the key to this matter to Sean Sterling, believing that he must have employed some method again to restore Bu to his current state.
Under such intense scrutiny, Bu's reappearance seemed like a king's return, provoking suspicion and shock among everyone. Even as he boarded the carriage heading to the Training Ground, many eyes observed him subtly as if probing for truth.
Kalandor's continuous lamenting and complaints along the way were actually his way of expressing emotions. He was shocked by Bu's speed of recovery and felt joy; however, due to his nature, it was difficult for him to voice those sentimental concerns directly. Thus, he could only express his true feelings through this rather quirky manner.
Therefore, despite Kalandor's incessant shouting and chatter along the way, Sean Sterling felt extremely impatient but did not reprimand him. Bu could sense Kalandor's excitement and naturally felt warm despite his bitter smile.
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