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The second round of the Qualification Challenge has come to an end, and there are still six more rounds of the Qualification Challenge waiting to take place.
Once all eight rounds of the Qualification Challenge are completed, an elimination match will be held separately, and all these events will conclude within a single day.
Until the competition ends and the rankings of the participants are determined, all successfully advanced participants will receive a three-day rest period.
Three days later, the first-place winner of the eight rounds of the Qualification Challenge and the first-place winner of the elimination match, totaling nine participants, will gather together for a Seed Selection Tournament.
In the Seed Selection Tournament, the top three participants will be designated as seed players. These three seed players will then head to the imperial capital of Crook Duchy to participate in the final Peak Showdown.
Throughout Crook Duchy, each of the Twelve Great Cities will select three seed players, totaling thirty-six individuals.
These thirty-six individuals represent the elite of the younger generation in Crook Duchy, and they will compete in a Peak Showdown in the imperial capital.
As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
This grand-scale Qualification Challenge will conclude with a perfect ending in the imperial capital of Crook Duchy. The competition among these thirty-six exceptional talents will be unprecedentedly fierce and intense.
Only those who rank in the top ten during the final Peak Showdown will meet the standards of students at Holy Light Academy. This level of rigor is truly astonishing.
Bu is uncertain whether he can achieve a top ten ranking in the final Peak Showdown, especially since he has yet to pass the Seed Selection Tournament.
He faces eight formidable opponents like Reynold waiting for him along the way. Although Bu is confident, he also feels immense pressure.
By the time the second round of the Qualification Challenge completely concludes, Bu still has not managed to level up and break through to Intermediate.
At this moment, his Experience points stand at 1800, lacking 200 points for leveling up. Looking at his remaining Experience points, Bu feels quite helpless.
With a light sigh, Bu continues on his way. He does not intend to stay in the Gladiatorial Arena to watch the Qualification Challenge any longer; after winning the championship, he has already become a focal point of attention.
On the way to the viewing platform, he was surrounded by a group of people, especially a number of young girls who were staring at him with fiery eyes, making him quite uncomfortable.
The saying about the difficulty of dealing with the favor of beautiful women had never felt so heavy to him. He truly felt he had no such favor to enjoy. Deep down, he wanted to shout out loud, tormented by the ugly women.
Have you ever seen a "beauty" with crooked teeth, a hairy black mole on her face, and a wide mouth grinning at you?
He had just encountered one, or rather, he had been assaulted by one. Particularly, that "beauty" used an extremely lethal move, opening her wide mouth and charging at him to bite him. He turned pale and ran away.
Even so, that "beauty" was not willing to give up. She chased after him relentlessly, tugging at the long hair on her black mole while calling out in a flirtatious manner, "Hey, wait..."
He concluded that it was not scary to be called a wolf by a beautiful woman; what was truly terrifying was when an ugly woman acted like a rogue. It was simply outrageous; if that wide mouth bit him, he wouldn't know if his face would still be intact.
"Nephew, you have truly returned in triumph this time. Hahaha! Don't worry, once we get back, I will make sure to deliver that low-level combat skills book I promised you right away."
Still shaken and nervously glancing back, he hadn't even reached the Aldra Family's viewing platform when he heard Warren Earl's hearty laughter.
Looking up, he saw a group of brightly dressed nobles surrounding Warren Earl as they walked toward him.
Behind Warren Earl, Wendy was playfully sticking out her tongue at him with a mischievous expression, while Bill looked on with jealousy and resentment, seemingly harboring deep hatred for him.
He sneered slightly; someone like Bill, with such a narrow mind, should not be allowed to remain. But soon his face shifted back to a smile as he humbly greeted Warren Earl approaching from the front. "Uncle, your nephew has also lived up to your expectations. It's nothing much."
Warren Earl beamed with joy and laughed heartily at his words. The surrounding nobles immediately showered him with compliments and congratulations, frequently mentioning how promising the young nephew was and how the Aldra Family had a successor.
While this flattery seemed to please Warren Earl, it struck Bill's ears as extremely grating.
If anyone should be considered the successor of the Aldra Family, it should be him. When did an outsider become eligible to be the heir of the Aldra Family? Wasn't this just insulting?
Bill's face turned pale, wishing he could kill Bu right then and there.
Sensing Bill's hostility, Bu couldn't be bothered to respond. He smiled and walked closer to the crowd, secretly giving Wendy a subtle glance, as if asking, "Are you ready with my reward?"
Wendy caught that fleeting look with her keen perception. Seeing Bu's mischievous expression, Girl felt a mix of embarrassment and anger. She glared at Bu fiercely, resembling an angry cat. In her heart, she was probably cursing that damn Brent.
Bu rubbed his nose, feeling somewhat defeated; Girl's glare was truly powerful, and her anger was so cute. He quickly shifted his gaze and cleared his throat a few times, addressing Warren Earl seriously: "Uncle, I’m not interested in watching the upcoming Qualification Challenges anymore. I’d like to return to the mansion to rest."
Warren Earl was chatting amiably with several noble guests when he heard Bu's words. Without hesitation, he replied, "Since my nephew wants to return to rest, let us leave first."
After saying this, Warren Earl turned to apologize to the surrounding nobles, exchanged polite pleasantries for a while, and agreed to continue their conversation another day before not lingering any longer. With a wave of his hand, they were surrounded by guards as they left the Gladiatorial Arena.
This time on the way out, Bu learned to be discreet. He kept a low profile, hiding among the guards' encirclement, which prevented anyone from recognizing him and spared him some trouble.
At this moment, Bu was unaware that he had already attracted the attention of many Major Forces, most of whom he had severely offended and who were eager to eliminate him.
After exiting the passageway of the Gladiatorial Arena, Bu and his group slowly arrived at the parking area designated for nobles outside the arena.
Not long after they left, dozens of spies from various viewing platforms inside the Gladiatorial Arena reported back.
Many factions had long since placed their eyes on Bu, instructing their subordinates to keep a close watch on all his movements and report any developments promptly.
Now that Bu had just left, many factions received news of his departure, each with different thoughts.
"He's left? Are we sure he's returning to the Aldra Family?" An elderly voice emerged from a secluded corner of the stairway in the Gladiatorial Arena.
As the focus drew closer, it revealed a gaunt old man standing before a slender figure half-kneeling on the ground.
"Yes, I confirm they are preparing to return to the Aldra Family mansion," came a cold and gentle voice from the kneeling figure, who was a woman.
The old man nodded lightly, his brow slightly furrowed. He glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground, a hint of disdain in his eyes, and casually ordered, "You can leave now."
"Yes," the woman replied respectfully, standing up and turning to leave.
"Wait." The old man seemed to remember something and called out to the woman who was about to depart.
Hearing this, the woman paused, turned her head, revealing her true appearance.
She had crooked teeth, a black mole with hair on her face, and a mouth that looked like two sausages squished together; her face was utterly grotesque.
Yet this woman was surprisingly the same "beauty" who had chased after Bu earlier.
The old man suddenly found himself staring at an ugly face right in front of him, nearly causing him to have a heart attack from shock.
His face twisted in disgust as he shouted in exasperation, "Haven't I told you? Don't show that face to me ever again! Have you not learned your lesson?"
The woman quickly lowered her head under the old man's furious shout. Her eyes were filled with humiliation and resentment, but she could only endure it now. She trembled slightly and said, "Yes, I remember."
Her voice echoed in the narrow staircase corridor, filled with helplessness and bitterness.
The old man took several deep breaths to suppress his anger. He fixed his sharp gaze on the woman and said viciously, "I hope you really remember this time. Do you know? Every time I see your face, I want to kill you myself. But you are my biological daughter. Hahaha, I can't believe I have a daughter like you. It's simply a disgrace. A great disgrace."
With each word he uttered, the woman's body trembled slightly as she stood there. By the end, her eyes were filled with tears of humiliation and resentment that flowed silently down her cheeks.
She kept her head down as tears dripped from her chin onto the floor with a soft sound.
It seemed that through this outburst, the old man had calmed some of his fury. He glanced at the woman standing with her head bowed and finally said in a flat tone, "Do not let Young Master Reno know about any of the information you report to me. Do you understand?"
The woman appeared numb and replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes."
"Leave. Do not come to me without my summons." The old man waved his hand, his tone icy.
The woman silently turned to leave, keeping her head down the entire time. Her frail figure appeared lost and helpless.
Until the woman's silhouette completely disappeared from the corridor, the old man remained expressionless, utterly indifferent. He stood in place without leaving, seemingly waiting for someone.
Before long, a middle-aged man dressed in gray suddenly appeared at the staircase.
The way this middle-aged man appeared was extremely strange, as if he had squeezed out of thin air; his body slowly materialized from head to toe, like a painter sketching a figure on canvas.
This was a thief's Stealth technique, and it was at least a Low-Level Stealth technique, capable of concealing one's form while moving quickly.
The middle-aged man wore a half Metal Mask, revealing only half of his dark face. His gaze was sharp like that of an eagle, giving anyone who met his eyes a piercing sensation.
"Benson, you indeed came. I thought you would be very interested in that one called Brent. If it weren't for Master Leilo's insistence, I wouldn't have asked for your help; sending a few of our family's assassins would have been enough to take him down."
Upon seeing the suddenly appearing middle-aged man, the old man showed no surprise. He wore a smile as he looked at the person before him, his tone very polite.
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