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The solid ground rumbled beneath him, countless cracks spreading from his feet. An invisible momentum surged from his body, erupting like a storm, with the center of that storm being him.
“Ancient Gun Taiyuan, Unleash in Anger—Unleash Fury!”
A sea of blood spread out as the gun style unfolded like a roaring tide. In a moment of collective shock, he soared into the air, activating Step Nine. He stepped through the air, charging downwards with a sea of countless blood-red spear lights.
It was as if a blood-colored dragon was pouncing down, its claws bared. Wherever it passed, the ground shattered and the metal storm collapsed. The power of this strike was unimaginable, containing all the energy within him, embodying a terrifying force capable of flattening a mountain.
Boom!
Blazing Wolf Smoke shattered. The metal storm surrounding him like a meat grinder turned into mere paper, suddenly exploding under the piercing contraction. The rapidly rotating metal fragments scattered in all directions under this impact.
Barto's expression changed drastically as blood spilled from his mouth. He was forced back by this overwhelming force. His confidence crumbled along with the collapse of Blazing Wolf Smoke, and his fighting spirit sank low. The flying metal shards struck at his heart, leaving him breathless in disbelief.
“Ancient Gun Taiyuan, Unleash in Anger—See Blood!”
A cold and ruthless voice rang out. Barto tightened his focus and immediately released the skills attached to his Amplification Equipment.
An Azure Shield suddenly appeared in front of him. The shield expanded rapidly upon its emergence, almost instantly enveloping Barto. At the same time, Barto's figure seemed to stretch; in the blink of an eye, there were suddenly over a dozen identical figures in the arena. Even the Azure Shield protecting him looked exactly the same, creating multiple Bartos.
“It’s Mirror Clone!”
“It seems Barto has been forced to use even the skills attached to his Amplification Equipment. However, Mirror Clone is too static; it might only confuse for an instant, and those with keen eyes can discern the real from the fake.”
“Even if it can only confuse an opponent for a moment during battle, that’s enough to turn the tide.”
From the moment Barto activated his Amplification Equipment's skill to when discussions arose among the crowd happened in an instant. In that brief moment, he approached with his gun raised.
Faced with the sudden appearance of over a dozen Bartos, he reacted swiftly. With an agility value exceeding one hundred thirty points fully unleashed, he generated extreme speed that caused a series of sonic booms throughout the battlefield. The sound was so dense that it transformed into a continuous rumble of Thunderous thunder in people's ears. Nearly a hundred afterimages appeared as he shifted positions dozens of times and fired hundreds of shots in that instant.
This was quantity suppression born from absolute speed. If the enemy could create over a dozen clones, then he would unleash hundreds of shots with overwhelming speed. Two fists could hardly match four hands; what about ten fists or a hundred?
The afterimages of footsteps spread across the entire battlefield, covering the ground with blood-red gun flashes, the momentum as grand as thunderclouds low in the sky with lightning dancing.
With a thunderous sound, the spacious hall of Cypress Inn could no longer withstand it. Dozens of eaves collapsed, and the walls crumbled under a web of cracks, causing the entire roof to cave in.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Figures shrieked as they quickly darted out of the building, and dozens of powerful energy waves spread out, scattering flying dust and debris.
Boom!
The ground trembled as the building completely collapsed, raising clouds of dust. In that moment of swirling dust, another roar echoed, shaking the earth even more violently. A blood-red light surged amidst the dust, seemingly dyeing the surrounding clouds crimson. Under this blood-red shroud, a piercing scream echoed from afar.
"It’s Barto."
"Barto has been defeated."
"How is this possible?"
Everyone recognized that the one who screamed was Barto, but this outcome left many gasping in shock.
A mere talent was not terrifying; what was terrifying was that a prodigy had emerged from it, defeating Barto, who was at Intermediate Level 4, by crossing a level gap with Intermediate Level strength. Moreover, Barto himself was a talent and a student of Holy Light Academy's Greed Wolf Hall. Generally, even in equal strength situations, one could not defeat Barto, let alone with a level difference.
At this moment, an absurd and shocking emotion grew within everyone. They had witnessed a miracle; they saw the birth of a prodigy.
Patter, patter, patter.
Amidst the still swirling dust, footsteps echoed. The sound was light yet seemed to tread upon everyone's hearts, causing their heartbeats to unconsciously follow the rhythm of those steps, creating an uncomfortable and strange sensation.
As the footsteps drew closer, a figure emerged from the haze of dust before everyone's eyes.
A long spear, black hair flying, covered in blood, and eyes as cold as iron, he stepped out over the hearts of the crowd, dragging a "dead dog" behind him, a "dead dog" that made people's eyelids twitch.
At this moment, Barto had completely confirmed what Bu had said earlier, becoming a dog brother.
In front of so many people, he was dragged out by Bu like a dead dog, his body covered in blood with several fist-sized holes all over him. His clothes were tattered, but the embroidered fierce wolf head on his chest remained unwrinkled and intact, standing out starkly.
At this moment, the Greed Wolf Hall emblem that once represented the glory of all its students had turned into a disgrace, mocking Barto to the utmost. Many looked at Barto, who appeared as miserable as a stray dog, with extremely strange expressions.
Before this, it was Barto who sought to bully others with strength. He had been incredibly arrogant then, like a lone wolf standing atop a mountain. No one resented his pride because of his identity as a Greed Wolf Hall student and his Intermediate Level 4 strength achieved before the age of thirty.
But now, that arrogance felt like a loud slap across his face, making Barto's heart bleed. Being dragged by Bu made him want to faint and escape from the strange gazes of the surrounding crowd.
This was self-destruction; he was slapping his own face.
"You... you..." In the crowd, Kathy's face turned pale as she pointed at Bu, her lips trembling and unable to speak for a long time. Beside her, the beautiful girl and two other followers also wore shocked expressions as they watched Barto being dragged out like a dead dog by Bu, struggling to swallow their saliva.
Bu's steps were heavy and bloodied. Climbing up a level in battle was simple enough, but he alone knew how much risk he was taking amidst the hardships and dangers involved.
In less than a second, he unleashed hundreds of powerful strikes—something only inhuman physical abilities could achieve. The strain on his muscles, bones, and even viscera was immense; ordinary people could not do this. Even if someone could manage it, after unleashing hundreds of strikes in such a short time, their muscles would tear apart and bones would shatter, leading to instant death.
Even after Bu underwent Bloodline Transformation and Fusion of the Divine enhancements, he still felt overwhelmed after unleashing hundreds of strikes. It felt as if countless silver needles were piercing him; his skin throbbed with swollen muscles that were bruised in shades of blue and purple from contusions. Even walking caused him pain as if all his muscles were being torn apart.
"Senior, I think I understand now what humility should be like. I just wonder if you understand it too?" A sharp pain stimulated Bu's nerves as he spoke hoarsely. He stomped hard on Barto's bloodied arm, causing a shrill scream to escape from Barto's mouth.
That piercing scream echoed in everyone's ears, sending chills down their spines. Such an oppressive scene made many in the crowd change their expressions; even some fellow students from Holy Light Academy frowned slightly at Bu's actions.
"Stop! Today we admit defeat; we are all students of Holy Light Academy. Since Brother Barto has already lost to you, please do not humiliate him further." The beautiful girl standing beside Kathy could no longer bear it and spoke up angrily to stop him.
"Heh," Bu Leng laughed. The sound carried a chill in the wind that seemed to freeze everything around it. "You were the ones who initiated trouble; you were the first to strike and injure others. If you wanted me to suffer broken limbs today, then if I were the one defeated here instead of Barto, I suppose I wouldn't escape such a fate either. Since that's the case, why should I be polite with you?"
As Step finished speaking, he swiftly turned his spear to strike again. Barto's face turned pale as he struggled to get back on his feet. Just then, a fierce gust of wind rushed toward Step's arm that held the spear. Step's expression changed, and he quickly swept the spear horizontally.
Clang!
His arm shook violently, and the already torn muscles suffered further injury. Step's grip on the spear faltered, and he stumbled backward.
“Brent.” A familiar voice called out from not far away, accompanied by a series of hurried footsteps approaching quickly.
“Who is it?” Step forced himself to look around despite the intense pain in his arm.
“Be lenient when you can be. Barto is already severely injured and has paid the price for his earlier offenses. Junior, listen to your senior—never push things to the extreme.”
As Step searched for the source of the voice, a man in a light blue robe stepped forward from the crowd. His starry eyes and high, straight nose highlighted his proud and unrestrained stature. This person was Golan.
Barto, who was already feeling despair, suddenly found himself saved by someone. Upon realizing that it was this figure from Holy Light Academy who had come to his aid, his expression brightened with joy, mixed with a hint of surprise at receiving such attention.
“Lord Golan! Barto thanks Lord Golan for your assistance.”
Ignoring the severe injuries marked by several wounds on his body, Barto struggled to rise, filled with excitement as he respectfully bowed, allowing blood to spill onto the ground.
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