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Watching the ceremonial procession carrying Habea III depart, the nobles in the Training Ground respectfully placed their hands on their chests and bowed. They dared not leave before Habea III had exited.
This Qualification Challenge had not gone as planned due to an unexpected factor. Habea III's careful calculations had failed, and compared to the anticipated grandeur, the outcome was disappointing. Not only did the two carefully groomed princes fail to achieve good rankings, but one of them also tragically died in the Arena.
Losing a child in old age is undoubtedly a profound pain in life.
Although the Royal Family had many offspring, as the ruler of a nation, Habea III was expected to possess the ruthlessness of an emperor. However, for Crook Duchy, a prince was not only a symbol of national pride and representation but also a candidate for succession nurtured with countless resources. Losing any one of them was unacceptable for Habea III.
In such circumstances, Habea III's mood was undoubtedly terrible. No one dared to provoke him during this sensitive time; that would be courting death.
As Habea III departed, the Gray Robed Elder, after a moment of melancholic laughter, nodded at the judges and then discreetly cast a glance at Bu. A meaningful smile appeared on his face as he patted the seated green-skinned giant beast and left gracefully.
Bumenlu looked strangely at the Gray Robed Elder, who was flying further away until he gradually became a black dot in the sky, feeling quite puzzled.
Just moments ago, although the Gray Robed Elder had merely glanced at him casually, a wave of spiritual communication soon echoed in his mind. This communication, released with the power of a High-Level Gray-Clad Elder, went unnoticed by anyone in the arena, not even Sean Sterling or Elena.
"Could this Old Guy have taken an interest in my exquisite qualities? With my red lips and white teeth and extraordinary demeanor, has he developed some improper thoughts? Otherwise, why would he invite me to visit him at Crook Duchy’s Holy Mountain? This guy is too shameless; luckily, I’m clever enough—ugh!"
Bu grimaced in disgust. The earlier meaningful smile from the Gray-Clad Elder sent chills down his spine; he couldn't shake off the feeling that this Old Guy had ulterior motives, like an old pervert riding a tricycle looking for solitary girls in the night.
"I must firmly refuse this kind of thing; I can't give him any opportunity to exploit. I also need to inform Senior Sean to be more vigilant."
Jumping down from the Arena, Bu thought resentfully as he hurried towards Reynold and Kalandor's location. Other competitors were also leaving the Arena one by one, and the crowd in the Training Ground gradually began to disperse.
Among those departing nobles, some had placed successful bets and won large sums. They boasted along the way about their keen insight, drawing attention from those around them with their radiant expressions that almost seemed to carry a sign reading—Casino Prince, Thief Eyes.
Bu was unaware that some people had made significant profits off him; otherwise, given his unwillingness to suffer losses, he would have sought some interest back.
With his thick skin and boldness, backed by Sean Sterling, even Habea III had suffered losses at his hands. In this entire imperial capital, no one truly dared to provoke this tyrant.
After all, having killed two princes—one of whom was an heir from Arthur Royal Family who had long been absent—and having seized Arthur Royal Family's treasured Taiyuan Spear and Storage Bracelet was beyond mere boldness; it was as if he had no fear whatsoever. This prodigy could no longer be contained.
Unbeknownst to him, through a series of battles that led him to ascend to the pinnacle of power through sheer strength, Bu's reputation had reached an unimaginable height. While it may not yet rival that of last year's champion who deeply resonated with people and remained unshakeable, it nonetheless left an indelible impression on everyone regarding this young man.
Looking at the approaching figure, Kalandor's face turned red, excitement shining on his handsome face. He exaggeratedly shouted and rushed over, flailing his arms and legs as he hugged Bu, howling, "Boss, my most powerful and majestic boss, accept me as your disciple. You are my light; with you, I am no longer afraid of the night. You are my air; with you, I will not feel suffocated. You are my heart, you are my liver, you are my..."
Before Kalandor could finish his sentence, Bu knocked him down with a punch. Reynold, who had been following Kalandor, could no longer tolerate this Fellow's antics and stepped forward to kick him twice.
"I'm your what? No way! You bastard! Can you stop being so cheesy? I'm not some mountain to carry you on my back, nor am I a dragon on the mountain. Damn it, you're asking for a beating!"
Bu was not satisfied with just knocking him down; he stepped forward and imitated Reynold by stomping hard on Kalandor's backside twice. Yet, despite Kalandor lying on the ground howling in agony, his expression seemed to carry a hint of enjoyment and ecstasy. Bu couldn't help but stop himself from continuing to beat him.
He broke into a cold sweat; he had never realized that this Fellow actually had a masochistic side.
At first, Kalandor was moaning happily as if he was enjoying the beating more and more. He even raised his dusty backside high in the air like a toad. But eventually, he noticed that the beating had stopped. Confused, he opened his eyes and looked up at Bu while sticking out his rear end as if still wanting more.
Bu rubbed his forehead and exchanged glances with Reynold. They could no longer stand this ridiculous Fellow and silently walked past him, too lazy to pay attention to such an embarrassing display.
"Hey, wait! Why aren't you hitting me anymore? Come on, hit me! Hit me!"
Kalandor quickly scrambled up from the ground without brushing off the dust on his backside and once again chased after Bu while howling excitedly. His face was lit up with an unprecedented smile—a smile of self-deprecation.
As Bu and Reynold walked ahead, they couldn't help but smile at Kalandor's shameless cries behind them.
Before Gaia died, Kalandor had lived under the immense pressure from Gaia, filled with hatred and resentment. Although these emotions were deeply hidden beneath the smile he wore daily, over time they accumulated like a volcano suppressed for millennia. Once it erupted, the hatred was enough to drive him mad.
However, that hatred vanished at the moment Gaia died at Bu's hands—like clouds dispersing. Kalandor never imagined that the person he wished to kill day and night would truly die before his eyes. Although he did not kill Gaia himself, the complex feelings were not something that could be easily articulated.
He felt as if his heart was beating more lightly; it was as if his entire spirit had been cleansed. No longer filled with hatred, his heart was no longer shadowed by darkness hidden beneath a smile but instead filled with hope for life and longing for the future.
He felt like he had found himself again—the carefree version of himself who lived without worries in a joyful atmosphere.
All of this was brought about by one person—this person gave him a chance for rebirth; this person helped him take revenge. This person was someone he could follow and trust for a lifetime!
This person was his brother—Bu.
Kalandor couldn't catch up with Bu and Reynold, trailing behind them as he ran excitedly, calling out loudly. It seemed that the joy of the day was something he couldn't express all at once. His gaze towards Bu was filled with excitement and warmth; it was the first time in eight years that he looked at someone this way. Eight years ago, only his mother could evoke such feelings in him.
Bu could sense Kalandor's excitement and gratitude, but he wasn't one to be overly sentimental. Kalandor expressed his true feelings in this unconventional manner. Although Bu looked down on it, he accepted it without hesitation and even playfully returned the gesture with a few punches.
After all, two grown men gazing deeply into each other's eyes and accepting heartfelt gratitude from one another felt awkward and uncomfortable.
"Good job, kid. Although your blunder caused Holy Light Academy to lose a valuable young student this time, I still have to commend you," Elena's charming voice came after the three gathered with Sean Sterling, praising Bu with a smile.
The other Judges looked at Bu with a hint of admiration in their eyes that was different from before; it was appreciation rather than indifference. Only Beck had a gloomy expression, snorted coldly, shot a fierce glance at Bu, and left alone.
Bu didn't feel proud because of Elena's praise nor did he feel moved by Beck's unfriendly gaze. Instead, he smiled and greeted each of the Judges respectfully. Then, following Sean Sterling's gesture, he stepped onto the carriage amidst the eager and admiring gazes of the crowd.
Sean Sterling maintained a calm expression throughout, but upon closer inspection, one could catch a glimpse of appreciation in his eyes. This fleeting admiration appeared quickly and vanished just as fast; it was only directed towards Bu and Reynold. As for the quirky Kalandor, he had been mercilessly overlooked but seemed unaffected as he returned to his carefree self.
"Lord Lange has invited you; that's a good thing. There are still seven days before heading to the academy. You should take some time to visit him; I'm sure you'll gain something from it."
Inside the carriage, the four sat evenly around an ornate table made of white jade and gold. Kalandor sipped his drink intermittently while Bu shared the contents of the Gray Robed Elder's telepathic message with Sean Sterling. To his surprise, Sean Sterling seemed quite supportive of him going to visit Lord Lange.
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