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The atmosphere in the Training Ground was heated, as if a furnace was stoked, with everyone's nerves taut, their gazes following the movements of the two figures in the Arena.
The real battle began at the moment when Reynold's momentum surged and Bu placed his palm on the hilt of his sword.
At that instant, Bu thrust his sword forward from a distance of over ten paces, the blade unsheathing with a sharp sound.
Fast! Fast! Fast! It became a sudden flash of light; at the moment the sword was drawn, a fierce sword aura burst forth like a giant Dragon Roar that had been dormant for millennia, rushing forward with unstoppable force toward Reynold.
This strike was incredibly swift, so much so that to the onlookers, it seemed to create an illusion, as if this sword was piercing into their pupils at an irresistible slow Speed, evoking a sense of despair that there was no way to evade it.
Despite being ten paces away, Bu did not move his feet, yet the sharp sword he had drawn was already closing in on Reynold. This strike was illusory, yet it seemed to cleave Reynold's fighting spirit in half; it was real enough that a deep chasm appeared on the ground where it passed, as if nothing could stand in its way.
"How powerful! Is this the Ethereal Thirteen Swords?" On another part of the Arena, Arno's pupils constricted sharply, his heart shaken. He felt that under this strike, even he would find it difficult to evade or perhaps even lacked the ability to do so, feeling an overwhelming sense of helplessness against it.
Not just him; few other competitors were also moved by this strike.
Gaia's expression darkened as he looked at Bu with deeper apprehension. Mu Yan furrowed her brows slightly, her gaze toward Bu flashing with a hint of peculiarity. Claire's face turned pale, her scalp tingling as she looked at Bu with fear in her eyes. She seemed to recall the death of her fifth brother and how even her father could not defeat this person, giving rise to a deep-seated dread toward Bu.
The intense shift in everyone's thoughts occurred in an instant.
After donning the Destruction Set, Bu's Agility Value reached an astounding 6 points. When factoring in the hidden Agility Value granted by the set's enchantments, it could even reach a terrifying 70 points.
Among the Ethereal Thirteen Swords, the Fourth Sword was considered the fastest. At this moment when Bu drew his sword, its speed surpassed anything seen before by multiple times, comparable to the speed of sound. Almost instantaneously after the sword rang out, it was already nearing Reynold's body.
"Fight!!"
The immense pressure and irresistible speed caused Reynold's clothing to shred instantly, torn apart by the approaching sword aura. In that moment, his exposed skin cracked inch by inch as wounds appeared and blood gushed forth. Yet even in such dire circumstances, Reynold remained resolute, crazily channeling energy from within as he swung his long knife toward Bu’s approaching sword.
This strike had no ten paces of pure white; it had no sucking vortex; it was filled only with frenzied fighting spirit—relentlessly battling on!
Covered in blood, Reynold seemed to resonate with his blade at that moment; life and battle intertwined as a more powerful energy suddenly surged from within him.
At that moment, a strange wave emanated from him, allowing this strike to leap like a fish escaping from a net—breaking through spatial distances and transcending earthly constraints—just barely managing to intercept Bu’s incoming sword!
"How is this possible!" Claire screamed in shock.
"He actually broke through during battle; Reynold has truly broken through," Silver-Haired Youth Arno said with a slight change in expression as intense light flickered in his eyes.
Reynold broke through to Intermediate, a scene that took everyone by surprise. Even Bu felt a tremor in his heart, and his sword momentarily faltered.
Breaking through in battle is no simple feat. Throughout history, those who have achieved breakthroughs in combat are often regarded as prodigies. Although Reynold had already been recognized for his talent at just over twenty years old with Quasi-Mid-Level strength, this moment elevated his reputation even further.
The crowd erupted in astonishment. When Reynold displayed his unwavering martial spirit, admiration blossomed among the onlookers. Now, with his sudden breakthrough, that admiration intensified, transforming into a storm of excitement as everyone's gaze focused on him with fervor.
Sean Sterling also showed a look of surprise, his smile deepening with appreciation. He hadn’t expected that among the three he had led here, not only was Bu unmatched in Qualification, but Reynold was equally formidable.
As the crowd marveled, Reynold unleashed a strike after his power surged, colliding with Bu's breathtaking sword attack.
The clash of blade and sword unleashed a torrent of energy, a blinding white light exploding like a sun. At the moment of impact, it roared like a tiger and sang like a dragon, the sound reverberating throughout the entire Arena. The ground shook violently, fissures spreading with loud cracks.
In mid-air, waves of energy rolled like a storm, resembling a rain of power that wreaked havoc, scattering dust and debris everywhere.
As Reynold blocked the incoming Sword Aura, the ground beneath him suddenly shattered. A terrifying force bore down on him; even though he had just broken through to Intermediate, he struggled to maintain his footing against this overwhelming power. The subsequent surge of energy crashed into him like a shockwave, scattering the Sword Aura, cutting through his purple hair and leaving more wounds on his skin.
Blood sprayed forth as the long knife Waterfall slipped from his grasp. Reynold was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, followed closely by relentless scattered sword energy that fell like heavy rain. The impact created more wounds on his body as he was hurled further away.
At that moment, the entire Arena transformed into a world of swords due to the explosive force of Bu's sword energy. The previously unremarkable Fourth Sword, after having thirteen of Bu's Acupoint opened and experiencing an explosive surge in attributes, seemed to take on a new quality that transcended the realm of Low-Level combat techniques.
The sword energy howled as Reynold, drenched in blood, crashed heavily outside the Arena. Despite having just reached Intermediate, he faced utter defeat against this single strike.
Most people in the crowd were momentarily stunned. From Reynold's breakthrough to him being blasted out of the Arena, everything happened too quickly for them to process or accept.
Arno looked grave as he gazed at the lone figure still standing in the Arena. His heart was filled with trepidation; even someone as strong as Gaia couldn’t help but gasp at the pressure exerted by someone like Bu, making him question whether he could truly defeat such an opponent.
“Reynold has failed in his challenge and loses fifty points, dropping to last place at tenth. Brent successfully defends his title and gains fifty points, currently leading with a total of one hundred fifty points.”
With the match reaching this point and Reynold severely injured outside the Arena, victory and defeat were clear. Following protocol, Hill stepped forward to announce the results and then glanced at the resiliently rising figure of Reynold, giving an almost imperceptible nod of appreciation.
Feeling contemplative, Bu sheathed his sword after hearing Hill’s announcement. He leaped to a corner at the edge of the Arena, retrieving Reynold’s long knife, Waterfall.
While he was pleased that Reynold managed to break through during this battle, he felt quite guilty for having injured him so severely.
At this moment, after picking up the long knife, Bu stepped down from the Arena, standing before Reynold.
Despite being gravely wounded and covered in countless cuts that made him appear gruesome, Reynold stood tall and straight as if he were an unyielding spear. His bright eyes reflected an unwavering confidence that grew stronger in adversity.
Without saying a word, Bu handed over the long knife after a moment of silence.
"Today I am defeated, but we shall battle again another day! In this Peak Showdown, you must rise to the top! Do not let my defeat be without value." Reynold took the long knife, turned, and walked towards the farthest edge of the Tenth Arena. Throughout it all, his expression remained calm and composed, yet his words brought a slight smile to Bu's lips and warmed his heart.
He was a proud person who concealed deep feelings within, like a towering peak standing alone in the world. Yet at the summit of this peak, amidst the howling cold winds, there existed a rarely known warm place. This warmth was not easily shared with others; only those truly recognized by him would be able to touch it.
With Reynold's defeat once again, Bu's total score had reached one hundred fifty points. The ranking challenges had only just begun with two matches, yet these two contests had already propelled Bu's performance to an unprecedented height that no one could surpass—something unimaginable to everyone beforehand.
Many spectators who had high hopes for Bu and placed their bets on him in the grand gambling event were now filled with excitement, their gazes towards Bu burning with fervor. They seemed to see vast wealth flying towards them, piling up into mountains of gold and silver that would engulf them.
The audience allowed into this Training Ground were all dignitaries and nobles; when they gambled, it was certainly not for mere Silver Kall.
Some put their shops under their own enterprises as stakes, while others from Major Forces wagered their scarce mining resources. There were even those who offered their wives, concubines, or favored singers as bets, wearing smug smiles on their faces, taking pride rather than feeling shame.
The lively atmosphere outside contrasted sharply with the oppressive mood in the ten Arenas. As Elena called out again, Claire, ranked fifth, was about to face off.
Being in fifth place allowed her to choose her target for challenge, which could only be someone from the Final Four. Among the Final Four, it seemed that only Mu Yan appeared somewhat easier to deal with.
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