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"Enough! Beck, this year's Peak Showdown has had enough of a farce. As the Chief Judge, I announce that for all remaining duels, you will no longer have any judgment authority. I will personally handle the challenges you are responsible for."
Elena felt Sean Sterling's increasingly cold gaze and was furious at Beck, who seemed to thrive on chaos. She almost couldn't hold back from teaching him a lesson herself.
"What's the big deal? If you want to do this hard work, go ahead. I'm not going to stick around," Beck said nonchalantly, waving his hand as he left.
He had to leave quickly. Despite his bravado and the expression that suggested he was asking for a beating, he was already feeling anxious inside.
Sean Sterling and Elena were both at the Quasi-Advanced level; either one could easily defeat him in combat.
Moreover, Sean had a grudge against him. Beck relied on their shared status as students of Holy Light Academy and figured that Elena wouldn't allow infighting to occur in public. That gave him the audacity to act so tough, as if he were full of courage.
Seeing Beck retreat in disgrace made Bu feel angry, but he didn't show it. Even though Beck wasn't top-tier among Intermediate Level 5s, Bu knew he wasn't strong enough to challenge him right now. He decided to remember this incident for future retribution.
As Beck left in defeat, Sean's gaze flickered toward Elena and the Gray-Clad Elder, who seemed to have relaxed a bit. He ultimately chose to endure and did not take action.
This scene eased Bu's mind somewhat. Sean had helped him too many times already; Bu didn't want to rely on him for everything. After all, Elena was also there, and Holy Light Academy had an Elder Council with law enforcement elders. If Sean were punished because of him, Bu would feel incredibly guilty.
In human relationships, there is always a sense of obligation—if you treat me well, I will return the favor. However, if one accumulates too many debts of gratitude, even if the other party may not mind, it becomes a heavy burden that weighs on one's heart. Bu wanted to repay those debts but felt limited in his ability to do so, leaving him suffocated by these obligations.
The commotion caused by Bu caught the attention of only a few individuals like Claire, Gaia, Arno, and Mu Yan among the other nine arenas. The battles in those arenas were intense, and no competitors dared to divert their attention.
The competitor challenging Claire quickly conceded after testing a few moves on stage. This competitor was Aubrey, the lowest-ranked Fellow who had previously chosen Bu as a target alongside Harlins. Aubrey was a Low-Level mage from Mondo City.
Bu's entire duel fell under the watchful eyes of these individuals. Aubrey wore a complex expression of relief mixed with fear as he looked at Bu while glancing at Harlins lying unconscious on the ground with sympathy and schadenfreude.
Gaia, Arno, and Claire were shaken internally, especially when they saw Bu unleash seven strikes that shattered Beck's massive Tiger Head technique. A storm brewed within them as their pupils contracted and their brows furrowed even more tightly.
Mu Yan appeared calm on the surface and showed no signs of being affected; however, when she witnessed the collapse of the enormous Tiger Head, her fingers wrapped around an ice silk thread trembled slightly—indicating that her heart was anything but tranquil.
Until the end, when Beck stepped down and left, several people were still recovering from the sudden outburst of battle. What lingered in their minds was the bizarre recovery of Bu's injuries and how to deal with this person in the upcoming ranking battles.
Gaia's gaze was chillingly cold. Although he felt somewhat confident about defeating Bu, he was deeply wary of the astonishing sword strike that Bu had unleashed yesterday. That strike transcended the realm of Sword Technique and reached a terrifying level of Forbidden Technique, shattering Habea III's lethal palm attack. Its destructive power could rival a full-force strike from a Level 5 Intermediate expert.
When Beck left the stage, Gaia caught a glimpse from his eyes that conveyed a message: go all out and spare no effort to defeat Bu.
"I initially thought he was just putting on a show and posed no real threat to me. I never expected that something could allow him to recover all his injuries overnight, including his energy loss. It seems I have no choice but to reveal my final trump card against this Fellow; otherwise, I won't have any assurance of victory."
Taking a deep breath, Gaia clenched his fists tightly and looked at Bu from afar, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
His initial indifference towards Bu had gradually turned into serious concern, reaching a level of trepidation that exceeded Gaia's expectations.
Especially when he recalled Beck's instructions after seeing Bu this morning and how Beck even risked his reputation to test him in the Arena, all to gauge Bu's true strength and prepare accordingly.
Despite Beck's actions being for his benefit, as the heir of the Arthur Royal Family, Gaia felt humiliated. Someone he thought he could easily trample upon had become so formidable that even he had to regard him with caution. The fact that he had to resort to underhanded means to probe into Bu's capabilities was utterly disgraceful in Gaia's eyes.
This humiliation, this jealousy and anger from deep within, intensified the cold glare in Gaia's eyes until it revealed a hint of murderous intent. He would be the most outstanding talent of this generation and would enjoy endless glory and praise—all of it belonged to him, Gaia. He would not share it with anyone; if anyone dared to encroach upon it, they would face death!
Beck's position was taken over by Elena, and the challenges in Arena Eight would also be handled by her. Sean Sterling silently observed Bu Ban for a moment, noting that he had not sustained any harm from Beck's sudden attack. A flicker of appreciation crossed his eyes before he turned away without lingering, soaring off without acknowledging anyone, including the formidable Gray Robed Elder.
Seeing this scene, Gray Robed Elder shook his head with a wry smile. At that moment, he appeared like an ordinary old man in his hundreds, devoid of any energy fluctuations. Even the overwhelming presence he once commanded had vanished. In contrast, the Azure Eye Behemoth beneath him seemed imposing and instilled fear.
"Elder, please don't mind Sean Sterling; his temperament can be somewhat reckless," Elena said lightly after watching Sean Sterling's retreating figure for a moment.
"Ha ha, it's no problem; we are all people of character and shouldn't be bound by these formalities," Gray Robed Elder waved his hand dismissively, appearing amiable. After saying this, his gaze lingered peculiarly on Bu for a while until it made Bu Xin feel uneasy before he smiled and urged his beast to slowly depart.
"Now you tell me honestly how your injuries recovered? I didn't quite believe you had truly healed at first, but after witnessing your explosive combat power just now, I have no choice but to believe it," Elena said directly to Bu as soon as Gray Robed Elder left, revealing her true nature.
"Step" was taken aback, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
Regarding his big secret of the Vampire Physique, even Sean Sterling only knew a little bit. How could Step casually share it with anyone? That would be playing with his own life.
"You can't!" Seeing Step shake his head, Elena immediately furrowed her brows in anger. The expression on her face, however, struck Step as charmingly enchanting, making him almost lose control and reveal everything.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Step regained his composure, shivering all over with cold sweat on his forehead. He was inwardly distressed and shook his head firmly, saying, "Don't pressure me. Senior Sean has instructed that no one can go out. Otherwise, my life is at risk. If you really want to know, go ask Senior Sean."
With these words, Step put on a resolute expression as if he would rather die than divulge anything. He felt an immense headache just thinking about Elena. Talking to her was more exhausting than taking a hit from Habea III. He had to be on guard at all times, fearing that a moment of distraction might lead him to accidentally reveal the deeply hidden secret.
"You!" Elena was so furious that her chest heaved with emotion. The intensity of her feelings made Step's heart race uncontrollably, and he quickly averted his gaze; otherwise, he might have fallen into her trap again.
"Now you've learned to use Sean Sterling to pressure me. Hmph, I'll let you off this time, but don't get too happy. If my curiosity strikes again, I will definitely come looking for you." Elena said through gritted teeth, but a glint of cunning appeared in her eyes.
"Damn it, why is this lady still set on challenging me? Has my charm level suddenly skyrocketed after recent training?" Step felt like crying; he had long lost the sense of closeness he once felt when she saved him. Now all he felt was fear like encountering a venomous snake—he would avoid her at all costs.
Just as Step was trembling in despair and wanting to cry without tears, the remaining five battles in the Arena were gradually coming to an end.
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