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"Last time we fought, I was defeated by you, but as a result, I stepped into the Quasi-Mid-Level realm.
Today, I will fight you again. Although with my current strength, it is difficult to overcome you, this battle is inevitable.
My martial path seeks to find breakthroughs in battle and through life-and-death struggles.
Let us fight again. If I lose, I will assist you in advancing further and solidifying your position as number one."
Reynold slowly drew his sword, his eyes filled with calmness and determination. His words resonated like the clash of metal, like thunder rolling through the skies; this was his martial heart, preferring battle over retreat!
As these words spread, those who had previously mocked Reynold began to lose their scornful expressions, replaced by a sense of solemnity. Sean Sterling, who had been somewhat puzzled earlier, now showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
Bu Shen took a deep breath, his gaze gradually settling as he looked at Reynold standing opposite him with the sword. He had begun to take this seriously.
He respected the opponent's martial path and accepted the challenge with a cautious and earnest attitude; this was the mutual respect shared among strong warriors.
Hill briefly explained the rules before stepping aside once more. At that moment, all eyes were on the arena where Bu and Reynold stood. Everyone held their breath in anticipation, waiting for the moment when they would clash.
Bu did not draw his sword, but within him, thirteen acupoints roared as his energy erupted completely. A powerful aura suddenly descended, and a transparent wave of energy rippled from his feet, stirring up clouds of dust.
"Fight!"
Reynold shouted loudly, his figure moving like lightning as he surged forward at incredible speed. In an instant, he closed the distance to Bu. His energy surged within him as he swung his long knife downwards with a piercing cry that shattered the air. The sound was elongated by the wind and merged with his battle cry. This strike was war; this strike was a decisive blow!
Infused with Reynold's overwhelming fighting spirit and unwavering martial heart, this strike was too fast to see the blade; all that could be seen was a flash of white.
"Good!" Bu laughed heartily, feeling his blood boil. He was invigorated by Reynold's fierce fighting spirit; his combative side was thoroughly awakened as he met that snow-white blade light with a palm strike.
In the moment the palm struck, the air exploded with a deafening sound, and a thick, inky black light surged like demonic energy, resembling a frenzied blade slicing through the air.
Amidst the roaring noise, dust and debris were kicked up from the ground as a tremendous force erupted with violent energy.
The Furious Cloud Palm had been mastered by Bu to this day; although he had not made any further breakthroughs, its power had continuously increased alongside Bu's growing strength. With this palm strike, Bu unleashed all his might, reaching a terrifying power level of 58 points. Coupled with the hidden power value granted by the Amplification Equipment's enchantment, it could surpass sixty points.
There was no emphasis on technique; this was a raw collision, a clash of strength against strength in a heated battle.
The lightning-fast white blade light collided violently with Bu's palm strike amidst the crowd's attention, creating a thunderous explosion that echoed through the skies. A shockwave surged forth, wildly swirling and transforming into two roaring shockwaves.
In that instant of chaotic turbulence from the shockwaves, everyone witnessed Reynold's white blade light shatter abruptly, his body being blasted away. However, during his backward flight, he managed to rotate several times to dissipate some of the force. When his feet finally touched the ground, he stomped heavily, and the Blade Light surged like a raging torrent, once again darting toward Bu.
Bu's eyes flashed with intensity; he did not evade but charged forward. With a thunderous roar from his palms, dozens of dark glowing palm prints shot out, forming a barrier of connected palm prints that fiercely advanced toward Reynold's figure.
At that moment, everything around seemed to vanish. In Reynold's view was a wall formed by dark glowing palm prints, with surging energy spreading across it and an immense pressure suddenly descending.
"Break for me!" Reynold shouted furiously as the Azure Snow Blade Technique unfolded. His muscles swelled and bulged as surging energy erupted outward. The long blade Waterfall came crashing down.
A ten-zhang Blade Light roared into existence, truly resembling a waterfall rushing forth with overwhelming momentum; even a mountain would be shattered to pieces.
With a thunderous roar rising amidst many astonished gazes, the barrier of palm prints crumbled and disintegrated into a tide of energy that scattered everywhere. At that moment, Reynold's body shook violently as the ten-zhang Blade Light shattered, blood trickling from his mouth as he staggered backward.
But in that instant, amidst the chaotic energy currents swirling around him, Bu's figure sped toward him rapidly. His hands glowed darkly like ink, resembling two giant demonic arms. His wild black hair flew about as he thundered closer to Reynold and struck down with one palm.
This scene unfolded too quickly; almost as soon as the barrier of palm prints collapsed and Reynold began to retreat, Bu's palm came crashing down with overwhelming force.
“Counter Spiral—Reverse Spiral Blade Dance.” Reynold's pupils constricted as he faced immense pressure, leaving no room for hesitation. Just as the fierce palm strike was about to land, a whirlwind of silver-white energy suddenly appeared, unleashing a torrent of blade aura.
At the same time, Reynold advanced instead of retreating, his body transforming into a vortex of blade energy that surged forward like a meat grinder, crashing towards Bu.
The sound of slicing filled the air as the arena's ground was carved with deep grooves by the frenzied blade aura. Bu's powerful palm struck down upon the vortex created by Reynold.
A piercing noise erupted, shaking the entire arena at the moment Bu's palm descended. The Reverse Spiral Blade Dance was instantly shattered, and Reynold's palms burst open, blood seeping from every pore in his body. His long blade wailed in response to the overwhelming force, remaining in his grip but being violently pulled away by the impact.
“This guy is insane! Poor Reynold!” Kalandor exclaimed from his pavilion, jumping up in frustration as he looked at Reynold with sympathy.
With a thud, Reynold fell to the ground, bloodied and battered. His hands showed signs of cracking skin, and horrifying blood streaks appeared as beads of blood oozed from his sweat pores. Yet even in such a critical state, Reynold immediately got back up upon hitting the ground, his eyes sharp and bright despite his trembling hands from the injuries.
Bu Mei frowned slightly. After breaking through Reynold's Reverse Spiral Blade Dance, he had halted his advance instead of pursuing the attack. Seeing that Reynold still wanted to fight made him hesitate.
Bu wasn't sure how strong he had become, but he believed he could defeat weaker Intermediate Level 4 fighters. Even against top-tier opponents within Intermediate Level 4, after activating Bloodline Transformation, he felt confident enough to contend with them and protect himself.
Having reached this level of strength, Bu no longer viewed Reynold as an opponent—not out of disdain but because they were no longer on the same level, making it difficult to form a competitive relationship. Over time, Bu had come to regard Reynold as a close friend.
Though Reynold was usually quiet, this silence fostered a bond that transcended mere words; their friendship was built on mutual understanding.
If it weren't for Reynold's insistence on fighting and his dedication to martial arts, Bu wouldn't have engaged him. Even so, he only used Furious Cloud Palm. He respected Reynold and admired his unwavering dedication to martial arts. If he were to go all out, Bu couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't accidentally injure Reynold severely; after all, this sudden surge in power was something he hadn't yet fully mastered.
“Cough! I didn't expect your strength to have increased so much that you've left me far behind,” Reynold coughed up blood, his purple hair soaked with sweat and looking utterly disheveled.
After a moment of silence, Bu Chenmo finally spoke: “My strength has advanced too quickly for me to control it properly. You may want to fight, but I don't wish to harm you.”
Hearing these words, Reynold laughed heartily, his laughter filled with a bold and carefree spirit. This laughter echoed and reached Bu's ears, making him sigh inwardly. The sound roared out to nearly ten thousand spectators outside the arena, causing them to ponder and gaze at Reynold's tall figure, as if they had gained some understanding, but more so, they felt a deep respect.
"Fight, why not fight? If there are no injuries, how can it be called a battle? What I seek is combat, is being wounded, is the repeated injuries and progress in battle. Only by fighting to the end can it be called a battle without injury."
After the long laugh, Reynold's eyes sharpened, each word thunderous as it left his mouth. A strong fighting spirit enveloped him, transforming into an imposing aura. This aura represented a resolute determination to face thousands without fear and the heroic ambition of being a remarkable person in life and a legendary figure in death.
"Only by fighting to the end without injury can it truly be called a battle without injury." Looking at the purple-haired Reynold, who was overflowing with fighting spirit, Bu Shuang's eyes gradually brightened.
At this moment, he understood Reynold's resolve; it was a belief in pursuing the great path with no regrets even in death, a surge of hot blood in his chest that stained the ground red with his battle blood.
Bu remained silent, calmly gazing at Reynold as his right hand slowly rested on the sword hilt. He had decided to draw his sword; with this strike, he would show his respect for Reynold and bring this battle to a perfect conclusion.
As Bu's hand touched the sword hilt, all eyes focused on him. They all knew that this strike represented mutual admiration among warriors and respect on the path of martial arts.
Reynold's expression gradually became serious as he intertwined his fingers tightly around the hilt of his sword. A tremendous fighting spirit surged wildly from him, forming a vortex of fierce energy that rose from his feet to the top of his head. Waves of sword energy appeared out of thin air, swirling around him as they howled.
The sound of the wind seemed to weaken at this moment; time appeared to stop flowing between the two in the arena. It was as if a vacuum world had been born between them, with space solidifying, waiting only for that moment of complete shattering to unleash an explosive release.
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