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A dull, heavy metallic clang suddenly echoed.
The massive metal longsword struck hard against Reynold's body, but the scene everyone imagined of Reynold being cleaved in two did not occur.
Through the Diamond Light Screen, it was clear that this tremendous blow had indeed landed on Reynold.
The immense and fierce force tore his clothing into tatters, causing his body to bend slightly under the impact. Even the ground beneath him could not withstand the force, cracking with deep fissures.
However, Reynold's body seemed as if it were made of iron; he was not cut in half but instead emitted a sound of metal clashing, completely surprising everyone.
Reynold was unharmed, and many girls who had been anxiously clutching their hearts felt a sense of relief. They then widened their eyes in curiosity. Upon closer inspection, many began to understand the reason.
Through the tattered remnants of Reynold's clothing, they discovered that he bore a Black-Sheathed Longsword on his back. Previously concealed beneath his wide robes, no one had noticed the sword's presence. Now that his robes were shredded, the secret weapon that Reynold had not used since the beginning of the battle was revealed to all.
Bu was also somewhat surprised. Although he suspected that Reynold must have some hidden trump card, he did not expect it to be a longsword.
Seeing his opponent fight unarmed with such ease and grace, Bu had thought Reynold was a master of hand-to-hand combat.
To defeat a Low-Level Alchemical Puppet without even drawing a weapon showed that this fellow was no ordinary powerhouse.
Bu now felt a hint of pressure; however, under this pressure, he became somewhat excited, his narrow eyes flashing with intense fighting spirit.
Even if his opponent was strong, he was no pushover and would not settle for being outdone.
At this moment, Reynold's right arm had plunged deep into the chest cavity of the Alchemical Puppet. The Energy Core that had originally glowed within its chest was now shattered by this fierce punch. Shards resembling glass slowly fell from the gaping wound onto the ground, accumulating like sand.
Although Reynold had withstood the Alchemical Puppet's fierce strike with the longsword on his back, the overwhelming force behind it was not easy to bear. At this moment, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, indicating that he had sustained some injuries.
Reynold withdrew his right hand from the chest of the Alchemical Puppet, which had been rendered inoperable. The two Alchemical Ropes tied to the puppet's head became visible.
At the moment the massive body of the Alchemical Puppet fell, Reynold gently brushed his hand, and the two Alchemical Ropes were already in his grasp.
After a brief moment of silence, the audience erupted into cheers, loudly chanting Reynold's name, their faces flushed with excitement.
This was the first Alchemical Puppet to be defeated, and it was taken down by a single person against a powerful Low-Level opponent. Everyone was captivated by Reynold's bravery.
The roar of cheers filled every corner of the Gladiatorial Arena, with some people expressing their astonishment.
"Reynold is truly powerful; I heard he just turned eighteen this year. What a talent..."
"Of course! He is the strongest among the younger generation in Sparta City; he is not just a name."
"Brother Reynold is so handsome! If he liked me, I would be willing to be his concubine..."
"Are you kidding? You think you could be his concubine? Have you lost your mind or what? Being my concubine would be more realistic."
"You wouldn't even be worthy to carry my shoes!"
"…"
As time passed, the Qualification Challenge continued in full swing, with each participant giving their all.
Most of them knew they wouldn't achieve a good ranking, but as warriors, their proud hearts would not allow them to back down.
This was also why many participants, despite knowing their own limitations, still chose to enter the Qualification Challenge.
Warriors do not fear challenges; what they fear is the absence of challenges, losing direction on their path to becoming stronger. Participating in the Qualification Challenge is an excellent opportunity for training.
After undergoing a series of trials in the Qualification Challenge, not only can one gain a wealth of experience from battles, enhancing their own strength, but they may also attract the attention of many Major Forces due to outstanding performance, becoming a target for recruitment. This recognition serves as a symbol of both fame and power.
At this moment, Reynold was deeply engaged in battle, his long knife drawn from its sheath. The slender blade descended straight down without a hint of curvature, resembling a sword; however, it was indeed a knife. It lacked a pointed tip, making it a rare straight knife akin to the samurai swords of a certain nation in the past.
Wielding the knife with impressive momentum, Reynold swept across the battlefield like a whirlwind.
His speed was astonishingly swift, and the long knife danced wildly in his hands, creating streaks of light that resembled blooming lotus flowers. In just moments, he would often direct the blade's light towards an Alchemical Puppet and defeat it.
In the arena, there were some ill-intentioned individuals who set their sights on Reynold. They gathered together, intending to work in unison to defeat him and seize the numerous Alchemical Ropes he possessed. Unfortunately for them, their encirclement had not yet formed before Reynold sensed their intentions.
For those who dared to target him as a Fellow, Reynold showed no mercy. He skillfully utilized the surrounding Alchemical Puppets to disrupt their offensive.
Once he spotted a flaw in their attack, Reynold seized the opportunity to launch a thunderous counterattack, executing his moves seamlessly without any hesitation.
In this fierce battle, four or five participants fell on the spot. Those who did not recognize the danger in time and chose to surrender early likely would have met with bloodshed as well.
Time quickly passed. The first round of the Qualification Challenge was about to conclude.
Sean Sterling soared above the Gladiatorial Arena, surveying his surroundings. A tremendous pressure enveloped the entire arena.
Under this overwhelming aura, everyone unconsciously halted their actions; even the remaining Alchemical Puppets seemed to have received some command and ceased their attacks.
"The time is up; the first round of the Qualification Challenge has ended."
Sean Sterling's booming voice gradually spread throughout the arena, causing the crowd in the stands to fall silent.
After observing the few participants still standing in the Gladiatorial Arena, Sean Sterling nodded.
In this round of the Qualification Challenge, over six hundred participants had forfeited midway.
More than six hundred participants had chosen to forfeit due to serious injuries. Additionally, over a hundred contestants had died on the spot because their abilities were too weak to continue, leaving just over three hundred participants as the final victors.
"Alright, fellows, you are fortunate to have made it this far, but you are also quite unfortunate. Because among you, nearly ninety-nine percent will stop here, and I must express my regrets about that."
Sean Sterling looked down at the crowd with a calm expression, making it difficult to discern any signs of regret on his face.
"Now, please take out the Alchemical Ropes you have obtained. I will carefully record them using Mental Power and select the top three from this round. I ask for your full cooperation and no tricks."
Sean Sterling's tone was indifferent, and he seemed to glance pointedly at a certain area in the crowd.
There were four participants huddled together, whispering. Upon noticing Sean Sterling's gaze suddenly directed at them, their faces turned pale, and they quickly dispersed.
Sean Sterling snorted coldly; he had heard every word of their conversation.
With his formidable Mental Power, he monitored most of the Gladiatorial Arena, and no subtle movements could escape his notice.
Cheating was simply impossible.
The more than three hundred participants honestly presented their Alchemical Ropes. After confirming everything was in order with his Mental Power, Sean Sterling casually pointed out three contestants while announcing their rankings in an extremely flat tone.
"First place: Reynold. Four Alchemical Ropes."
"Second place: Camius. Fifteen Alchemical Ropes."
"Third place: Baruk. One Alchemical Rope."
Each name and ranking announced by Sean Sterling elicited waves of cheers from the crowd on the Viewing Platform. By the end, as the names of the three contestants were called out one after another, all the spectators stood up excitedly, shouting the names of the three contestants in unison, their voices rising like a tsunami.
Sean Sterling waited for a moment, observing that the crowd's enthusiastic cheers seemed to be intensifying. Growing somewhat impatient, he flew back into the air and reappeared on the Diamond Light Screen.
He pressed his hands lightly, his expression serious.
Many people immediately noticed Sean Sterling's figure and gestures, and gradually stopped their frenzied actions. Slowly, the crowd in the audience fell completely silent.
Once the atmosphere stabilized, Sean Sterling spoke in a calm tone: "The first round of the Qualification Challenge has ended. The second round will begin in half an hour. For the participants in the first round of the Qualification Challenge, except for the top three, all others have lost their qualification to continue competing."
At this point, the more than three hundred participants in the Gladiatorial Arena looked dejected; they had reached the end of their journey.
"The top three participants, aside from the first place winner Reynold, will have to participate in an additional elimination match after eight rounds of the Qualification Challenge. If they can secure first place in the elimination match, they may continue to participate in the remaining competitions. Otherwise, they must leave on their own." Sean Sterling's expression was cold as he read out the competition arrangements as if it were a routine matter.
Seeing the White-eyed Wolf acting so arrogantly made Bu feel a surge of resentment; it was just someone clinging to a powerful ally.
This was typical sour grapes—unable to bear seeing others act more arrogantly than himself.
"Brent, it's almost your turn to compete. Please don't push yourself too hard. If you get injured, just... forfeit. We won't blame you," Wendy's gentle voice softly echoed beside Bu, filled with concern and worry.
Bu turned his head to look and saw Girl gazing at him with a worried expression, her big eyes blinking adorably. Her pitiful demeanor was utterly endearing.
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