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In an instant, a shocking scene unfolded, leaving no time for anyone to react. Harlins' face turned pale as he swiftly severed the two fine threads between his hands. His eyes reddened, and all the energy within him erupted. He executed a sudden movement, barely avoiding the two Steel Rings that were closing in on him. However, at that moment, a figure closely followed behind.
Darkness enveloped the area as the Furious Cloud Palm descended like a storm. In just a breath, the figure unleashed over ten strikes, each one composed purely of condensed energy, forming a series of dark palm prints that surged forward, nearly engulfing Harlins entirely. Even before the attack reached him, the overwhelming force of the palm wind made it hard to breathe.
At this dead end, even admitting defeat would not spare Harlins from serious injury. With a desperate roar, he radiated brilliant silver light as he unleashed several punches in retaliation against the incoming dark palm prints.
The fierce winds howled and thundered as Harlins' desperate punches barely made contact with the first palm strike before his offensive crumbled. His arm trembled as if it had suddenly shortened; the bone at his elbow was blasted out of his body along with flesh and blood.
A chilling scream echoed as despair filled Harlins' eyes. Ignoring the severe injury from his dislocated arm, he looked at the barrage of dark palm prints rushing toward him and retreated with all his might, crying out in terror, "No! I admit defeat!"
Step remained expressionless. The series of palm prints formed from condensed energy could only be unleashed after he had opened thirteen Acupoints. Although powerful, they posed little threat to opponents of equal rank and were only deadly to low-level martial artists like Harlins.
Moreover, these palm prints derived from the Furious Cloud Palm were too low in skill tier. Even with his formidable internal energy backing them up, they could not serve as a trump card; they could only launch straightforward attacks and were difficult to control once released.
"Stop!"
Just as the dark palm prints were about to strike the retreating Harlins, a figure suddenly appeared on stage. At that moment, a violent energy surged forth, coalescing into a massive Tiger Head that roared with an open maw.
With a thunderous sound, the atmosphere changed dramatically as the entire Arena trembled violently. The dark palm prints that were about to hit Harlins shattered into chaotic streams of energy upon hearing that roaring sound, while Harlins narrowly escaped disaster but was left with bleeding ears and a buzzing head that caused him to faint.
Step had already been on guard when he heard the command "stop," but everything that followed happened too quickly. He had not even seen who had suddenly stepped onto the Arena before being shaken by the roar that destabilized his stance and left his ears ringing.
The energy storm generated by that roar swept toward Step, transforming into tangible sound wave attacks that scarred the Arena floor.
"Beck!" On high pillars, Sean Sterling suddenly opened his eyes, a fierce killing intent flashing within them. As he shouted angrily, he soared into the air.
Though he had kept his eyes closed during the duel, his powerful Mental Power allowed him to monitor the entire Training Ground. The moment Beck stepped onto the stage to intervene was detected by him, igniting his fury.
Such a commotion drew not only Sean Sterling's attention but also that of other High-Level Elders who had been dozing off. Elena, who had been closely watching Step's duel, was among the first to notice what was happening.
At this moment, the energy storm formed by sound waves had already swept in front of Step. Dust flew everywhere as sharply spinning stones cut through the air like blades, leaving cuts on Step's face and drawing blood.
This sharp pain jolted Step back to awareness from his daze. Before him lay an overwhelming chaos of swirling sand and violent energy waves. Without hesitation, just as those blade-like sound waves began tearing through his clothes and skin with deep gashes, Step drew his long sword from his waist. In that instant, he unleashed seven strikes in rapid succession.
These seven strikes!
First Sword, rampaging like a dragon!
Second Sword, Cold Light soaring to great heights!
Until Seventh Sword, the sword energy flew across, sweeping in all directions without bounds, dispersing all the sound waves that converged to strangle.
These seven sword energies howled and intertwined, resembling a long dragon of sword energy. Wherever it passed, chaotic energy dissipated, and substantial sound waves vanished. In the end, the sword's roar was startling, like the roar of a vast dragon, shaking the clouds apart. These seven swords struck fiercely upon the massive Tiger Head that roared with gathered energy.
The Thunderous sound erupted, and the entire massive Tiger Head trembled violently, beginning to collapse. Just at that moment, the figure that gradually became clear in Bu's eyes struck again, delivering a punch that shook the void. With a loud bang, the sword energy shattered.
“Beck!!”
Blood dripped from the wound on Bu's face. Upon recognizing this figure, his expression turned ferocious as he roared like thunder.
“What is happening? Is another good show about to unfold in today's duel?” Many in the crowd had already noticed this scene when the giant tiger roared, and now discussions began to arise.
“I’m not quite sure; it seems someone admitted defeat earlier. The Judge intervened directly on stage to stop Brent from continuing his attack.”
“Is that so? That seems a bit excessive. Even if intervening was necessary, it shouldn't have escalated to such a level.”
“Who knows? There might be some personal grudges involved. To me, this year's Qualification Challenge is nothing but a farce. The Peak Showdown has only just begun, and already there are waves of turmoil.”
“Not necessarily; this year’s Qualification Challenge, while not as orderly as last year’s, is still equally intense. Especially Brent, I see him as the next guest of honor. First daring to kill the Fifth Prince, then surviving a blow from His Excellency Habia. Now he’s even clashing with the Judge.”
“Hmph! With your perspective, Brent is just asking for trouble everywhere. I think he’ll at most become the next Dead Man. Become a guest of honor? What a joke!”
As the crowd engaged in heated debates, Sean Sterling’s figure quickly approached the eighth Arena.
Beck sneered as he looked at Bu in rage and then glanced at the equally furious Sean Sterling. He shrugged and said loudly, “Do you really need to look at me like that? Did I do something wrong?”
“You're looking for death!” Sean Sterling shouted angrily, veins bulging at his temples. Without waiting to get closer, his pale White Eyes emitted a piercing light as he prepared to strike.
“No, wait! Xiao Xiao. Don’t make a move!” Elena, who had anticipated that Sean Sterling would lose his temper, quickly followed him as soon as he stood up and hurriedly intervened.
“You're telling me not to make a move?” Sean Sterling glared coldly at Elena, who was looking up at him from the ground. He shouted angrily, “Interfering in a duel and directly attacking participants is a serious violation of the rules of the Peak Showdown. It’s even worse than that old guy yesterday! And you still want me not to act?”
"Cough, cough." Upon hearing this, the Gray-Clad Elder, who was following behind and preparing to observe, felt a bit awkward. He immediately cleared his throat twice and inwardly cursed, including a few harsh words directed at Habea III.
"Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute! When did I violate the duel regulations? If you keep slandering me without any basis, once I return to the academy, I will definitely report you to the Law Elder," Elena had not yet spoken when Beck began to shout in grievance. His tone was filled with innocence, but his expression instead conveyed a sense of smugness.
Sean Sterling's anger flared up upon hearing this. He was itching to activate Bloodline Transformation and rush over to deal with this bastard. Meanwhile, the Gray-Clad Elder seemed to have a newfound appreciation for Beck, looking at him with admiration. It truly was the case that one could be invincible when they had no shame.
"Shut up! If Sean Sterling decides to take action against you, I won't be able to stop him. Don't go looking for trouble yourself," Elena shot Beck a fierce glare before quickly turning to Sean Sterling and saying, "I witnessed the entire duel just now. Although Beck's actions were a bit excessive, it was still within his responsibilities.
Harlins has already admitted defeat. According to the rules, the Judge overseeing the duel must ensure the safety of each participant after they concede. You must be aware of this as well.
So even though Beck acted without restraint, he did not actually violate any regulations. Calm down and don't act recklessly; otherwise, when we return to the academy, you might end up with a big hat on your head."
"What?" Sean paused for a moment, not expecting this detail. He then looked at Sean Sterling and noticed that he too seemed taken aback, clearly having forgotten this matter in his earlier rage.
Upon hearing Elena's explanation and persuasion, Beck immediately broke into a bright smile like a sunflower and chuckled, "Isn't that right? I was acting according to the rules. Although I may have been a bit heavy-handed in the heat of the moment, it didn't lead to any major mistakes. Unlike some people who flaunt their strength and threaten to kill this or that."
With these words, Beck crossed his arms and looked at Sean Sterling with a hint of mockery in his eyes, wearing an expression that seemed to say he was asking for a beating—come on, hit me!
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