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The Final Four Arena is extremely vast, more than twice the size of the Eighth Arena, which has a radius of thirty feet. Upon arriving here, Bu did not glance at Loret even once; instead, his gaze swept towards Mu Yan and Arno nearby. The moment their eyes met, it felt as if their gazes collided.
Without exchanging words or even nodding in acknowledgment, Bu shifted his focus to Loret, who appeared tense yet was trying to maintain a semblance of calm.
Choosing Loret as his target was not only to reclaim the Final Four spot that he believed was rightfully his but also a choice made out of necessity.
After all, each person only has one chance to challenge. Bu was currently in eighth place with only thirty points. With such a low score, achieving first place would be nearly impossible. He could only hope that Gaia would eventually come to him, providing him with points; he held no expectations for anyone else.
Given his strength, others were not fools; they wouldn’t provoke him without reason. Furthermore, Gaia had a grudge against him. Considering Gaia's proud nature and the provocative look Bu had thrown earlier, it was unlikely that Gaia would forget the words spoken on that day when he intended to trample Bu underfoot.
Of course, if Gaia truly managed to restrain himself and used his one chance to challenge Arno or Mu Yan instead, Bu would be left with no options and would miss out on first place entirely.
In this point-based challenge format, neither Elena nor Sean Sterling had revealed anything to Bu, leaving him unaware and unprepared.
"The challengers are prohibited from using any banned items, including drugs. This challenge will end when one side concedes, faints, dies, or is knocked out of the Arena. Now, the challenge begins!"
At one corner of the Arena, the referee Hill—handsome and slender—spoke loudly as he took charge of the proceedings for this challenge.
Almost as soon as the words "the challenge begins" fell from his lips, Loret charged forward with ferocity, accompanied by a roaring wind. His serrated Greatsword gleamed with green light as powerful energy surged like ribbons around him with each swing aimed directly at Bu.
Bu Mianrong remained cold and unflinching as he watched the formidable strike approach him without any sign of retreat.
What belonged to him must be reclaimed boldly and straightforwardly; he would not take a roundabout way.
Suddenly! Without any warning, thirteen Acupoints within Bu erupted simultaneously, releasing a torrent of energy that sent his black hair flying. He met Loret's strike head-on with an open palm!
Dark clouds surged and shone ominously as Bu unleashed his Furious Cloud Palm attack. His body radiated dark energy like an overwhelming demon descending upon the world.
With just one palm strike, it seemed as if the air within a radius of ten feet was suddenly compressed into his hand. Loret's heart skipped a beat; his expression turned pale as his sword came crashing down onto Bu's palm.
At the moment their weapons collided, it was as if an unstable powder keg had exploded. The dense black clouds that had gathered in Bu's hand suddenly expanded explosively. In Loret's shocked expression, they erupted violently and slammed into his chest.
However, at that moment, a yellow circular shield materialized abruptly in front of Loret's chest.
"Hmm? A skill from Exceptional Equipment," Bu noted with a glint in his eye but did not pause in his actions. The surging black clouds struck fiercely against Loret’s yellow shield.
With a crisp crack sound, several fissures appeared on the surface of the yellow shield. In Loret’s incredulous gaze, it barely held for half a second before shattering completely. The dark energy hand surged through without any obstruction and crashed into him.
A scream echoed as Loret was sent flying, the sound of cracking bones faintly heard. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he crashed heavily to the ground, leaving a long trail before rolling over several times to finally come to a stop.
The crowd outside fell silent, staring in shock at Loret's pitiful figure lying on the ground, many unable to comprehend what had just happened. All they saw was a flash of earthy yellow light followed by a sudden surge of black energy, and then Loret was hurled away like a rag doll, clearly no match for his opponent.
"This, this, this..." In the audience, a middle-aged man with a prominent nose pointed at Loret lying motionless in the arena, speechless for a moment.
To secure Loret's position in the Final Four, his family had invested immense resources and even lent him their only two pieces of Exquisite-level Amplification Equipment. Yet who would have thought that upon encountering his opponent, he wouldn't even have the chance to unleash the power of the other piece before being so easily defeated?
Despite this failure, Loret still ranked within the top ten, though he dropped to the last position at tenth place. Given his severe injuries, even with some elixirs, he would need at least half a day of rest to recover his combat strength.
Half a day passed, and the Qualification Challenge had long concluded. During this time, Loret was effectively incapacitated and could not defeat any other competitors to gain points for a higher ranking. Simply surviving in the top ten without being eliminated would be considered fortunate.
"It seems my prize is rightfully mine now. Have you conceded, or should I throw you off the arena?" Bu approached Loret slowly, his tone indifferent but showing no intention to kill.
Loret's face was pale as he gasped for breath; his chest had already caved in. Fortunately, Bu had retracted most of his strength; otherwise, Loret's heart would have been shattered beyond repair.
"I concede." Noticing that Bu bore no malice, Loret's eyes relaxed slightly from their previous tension and fear as he spat out blood and declared his surrender.
"Brent's challenge is successful; he gains seventy points and currently ranks first with a total of one hundred points. Loret fails to defend and loses seventy points, dropping to tenth place."
As Hill announced the result of the duel, the crowd outside gradually erupted into chatter. Most were astonished; although everyone expected Loret to lose, they were shocked by how quickly it happened—defeated in just one move by Bu.
Loret's position in the Final Four might have been due to luck, but his own strength should not be underestimated. Even if he couldn't defeat a limited number of opponents, he should have been securely placed sixth among the top ten.
Yet despite this, he was easily defeated by Bu in one move—faster than Harrison had been—leaving many struggling to accept it.
Loret wisely conceded defeat, and Bu lost interest in attacking further. Several guards quickly ascended the stage to carry Loret away.
With Bu's duel concluded, it was time for Arand, ranked seventh, to choose an opponent. This individual simply sat cross-legged on the ground with closed eyes, appearing absorbed in cultivation rather than seeking fame or glory.
Seeing this scene made Bu sigh inwardly: "Those whose strength has yet to reach Quasi-Mid-Level are quite self-aware; they are satisfied with any position within the top ten and unwilling to take risks for a challenge. Perhaps they've already communicated with their respective factions about this."
However, this also blocked Bu's opportunity to gain more points. The more challengers there were against him, the more points he could earn and solidify his first-place position.
With determination flickering in his eyes, Bu resolved: "I must secure first place. Elena once said that if I do not achieve first place, I would be failing Sean Sterling’s support and training. Though she did not finish her sentence, I understood her meaning.
While I don't know what being first in this Peak Showdown signifies, I recall that last year's champion has now become a Star Student with strength reaching High-Level. Although part of that is due to his Qualification prowess, it certainly includes having been first in this Peak Showdown."
"No matter whether my guess is correct or not, even if it's just to vindicate myself, I will take first place." In the midst of this contemplation, Elena had already called out Reynold's name.
"I challenge you, Brent."
The plain and concise words came from Reynold's mouth. The moment those words were spoken, it was as if countless thunderclaps erupted, causing the crowd to boil over with astonished gasps. Amazement, anticipation, and fervent gazes converged on Reynold at that instant.
Not only the spectators outside the arena but also all the challengers and some judges turned their attention to Reynold. Elena was equally surprised; even Sean Sterling, who had been meditating on the stone pillar, opened his eyes at that moment and looked toward Reynold in the Sixth Arena with a calm yet puzzled expression.
"You challenge me?" Bu Mei furrowed his brow and looked distantly at Reynold. In the calm eyes that met his gaze, he saw no provocation—only peace and a surge of fighting spirit.
"The challenge is valid; proceed to the stage for the duel immediately." Despite her surprise, Elena fulfilled her duty and announced it without delay.
As soon as her words fell, Reynold drew his long knife from his shoulder. With his purple hair flowing, he took several strides and leaped onto the arena where Bu stood.
"You..." Bu looked at Reynold across from him, confusion evident as he opened his mouth. However, the words lingered on his lips unspoken because he sensed something in Reynold's gaze.
That look stirred something within Bu, igniting his fighting spirit. At this moment, there was only one thing on his mind: battle!
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