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After reviewing the detailed profiles of all the participants, Bu found it somewhat amusing to look at the introduction describing himself.
Bu, the champion of the second round of the Qualification Challenge, was at the peak of Low-Level strength, possessing abilities comparable to Reilo. The only drawback was that he seemed to lack powerful Combat Skills; however, his sheer brute strength was terrifying. It was advisable not to engage him directly in combat, with a championship probability index of 7.
This profile provided a rough description of Bu, but some key points were quite accurate.
For instance, at that time, Bu indeed lacked strong Combat Skills, and his strength was indeed formidable.
As for the championship probability index, it represented the estimated likelihood of each contestant winning based on speculation from observers.
Bu's championship probability index ranked fourth, sadly being overlooked and not making it into the top three.
Naturally, Reilo ranked first, as the title of the strongest young fighter in Sparta City had already become well-known, and his strength was undeniably impressive; it was understandable for people to think this way.
The second and third highest contenders for the championship were Kozmo and Kalandor.
Being placed fourth did not frustrate Bu; he understood the benefits of keeping a low profile. Attracting too much attention could be detrimental. For example, he still felt uneasy about Benson's assassination attempt from the previous night; it had nearly cost him his life.
Having experienced a life-and-death crisis, Bu truly realized the importance of being discreet—playing dumb while hiding one's true strength was the way to go.
With this thought in mind, Bu's eyes suddenly lit up. He smirked and pulled over Locke, whispering a few instructions in his ear, seemingly asking him to handle something.
After hearing Bu's instructions, Locke looked surprised and incredulous. He felt that his master might be overly confident.
Locke stared blankly at Bu and, upon realizing he was serious, reluctantly turned away from the viewing platform to carry out that absurd task.
As time passed minute by minute, the Seed Selection Tournament was about to commence.
In the viewing room, Warren Earl was smiling and encouraging Bu, filling the air with sweet words, assuring him not to feel too much pressure, and that even if the final results were not ideal, he would not blame him.
Of course, Bu would not take this old fox's words seriously, but on the surface, he still pretended to be polite.
Wendy had been secretly watching Bu, her beautiful eyes filled with affection. This tender gaze could soften even the hardest steel. However, deep within her gentle eyes lay a hint of sorrow, an emotion that was difficult to suppress or express; only the one who tied the knot could untie it.
Bu could sense Wendy's gaze; it was an unspoken feeling, as if their hearts were connected. Yet he lacked the courage to look up and meet her eyes, feeling a tightness in his chest that made him frown slightly.
For a moment, everyone in the room harbored their own thoughts, and the atmosphere grew heavy.
Before long, the figure of White-eyed Wolf Sean Sterling appeared above the Gladiatorial Arena.
With a loud shout, a faint blue light was released by Sean Sterling and shot into the sky.
The Fourth-Level Magic Mirror Image Technique created a Diamond Light Screen that silently appeared and hovered above the Gladiatorial Arena.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is a pleasure to see you all again. On behalf of Holy Light Academy, I extend my highest respect to you.”
Sean Sterling's figure emerged from the Diamond Light Screen, dressed in black and holding a wand. His eerie white pupils emitted a captivating glow. He spoke as if reading from a document, his expression flat without a hint of a smile, making it difficult to discern any joy or respect from him.
Fortunately, Holy Light Academy had a significant reputation; applause erupted from the crowd in the Gladiatorial Arena, echoing throughout. While Sean Sterling might not care for others' opinions, no one dared to disregard him due to his formidable strength and powerful backing.
As the applause gradually subsided, Sean Sterling spoke again in a calm tone: “After the previous eight rounds of Qualification Challenges and one elimination match, we have witnessed the rise of one young powerhouse after another.
Now they are about to gather for the final competition. Through this match, some among them will stand out to represent Sparta City and carry supreme honor to participate in the ultimate Peak Showdown in the imperial capital of Crook Duchy.”
At this point in his speech, Sean Sterling deliberately paused. He slowly surveyed the densely packed audience with a hint of scrutiny in his gaze.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Sean Sterling's announcement.
"Now, let us call out their names and let the brave contestants step onto their stage. Who are they?"
"Reynold... Reynold!!!"
"Kalandor... Kalandor!!!"
"Brent..." "Kozmo..." "Babur..."
After Sean Sterling's words, the entire Gladiatorial Arena erupted. People screamed and shouted as if they had gone mad. They called out the names of the contestants with fiery eyes, and the deafening cheers stirred their hearts.
Bu stood up, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. When he looked at Wendy, it was just a fleeting glance, but he clearly saw the hopeful look in the Girl's eyes suddenly dim, which made his heart feel heavy.
After a moment's hesitation, Bu steeled himself and moved toward the Gladiatorial Arena.
The crowd sent him off with different expressions.
Warren Earl's eyes were filled with a smile, seemingly expectant; Bill's gaze was venomous, as if cursing; Wendy's eyes were worried, full of concern. However, no matter how others viewed him, Bu's figure was already growing distant.
In the vast Gladiatorial Arena, nine contestants set off one by one, each displaying their unique skills like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. They moved swiftly, like phantoms; some were graceful like dragonflies skimming water; others were agile like swift rain swallows; and some moved violently, crashing through like bulldozers while still being faster than others.
Moments later, amidst the roaring cheers and the eager attention of the audience, the nine contestants appeared in the center of the Gladiatorial Arena.
Looking closely, each of these nine individuals exuded extraordinary charisma and boundless charm. Even those with slightly less attractive appearances possessed a distinct fierce aura.
The nine stood in a circle, unwilling to give way to one another. As they stared at each other, sparks seemed to fly from their gazes, and an electric tension filled the air, revealing no hint of concealment regarding their hostility.
Standing among the nine participants, no matter how others provoked him with their gazes, he responded with a smile, appearing like a good-natured person. However, Kashati looked at him with a complex expression; upon noticing Bu Wei smiling at her, she shifted her gaze away, seemingly harboring little hostility.
Among these people, two caught his attention.
One was a short and stout young man dressed in an ancient-style robe, holding a pitch-black wand. With curly brown hair and a plump face, his appearance was exceedingly ordinary; this person should be Kozmo.
The other was a tall and handsome man with short golden hair, a straight nose, golden eyes, fair skin, and a warm smile that was always present on his face. His demeanor was exceptionally distinguished, resembling that of a nobleman, exuding an air of harmlessness.
Yet, the occasional sharp aura emanating from him made it clear to him that this person was difficult to deal with; if nothing unexpected occurred, this man was likely Kalandor.
As he focused on these two individuals, they seemed to notice his gaze and looked over.
Kozmo maintained a calm expression; his eyes held neither provocation nor hostility, only indifference. As for Kalandor, he still wore that warm smile, looking at him with an expression that seemed both friendly and distant.
He shrugged and pursed his lips before shifting his gaze elsewhere.
At that moment, the voice of Sean Sterling rang out.
"Our nine contestants have all arrived; the Seed Selection Tournament officially begins. I won’t go into detail about the rules and methods of the competition.
In conclusion, I want to reiterate that no drugs may be used during the competition, nor any Magic Scrolls. If an opponent concedes defeat, they must not strike again. Anyone who dares to violate these rules will be disqualified from the tournament.
Each match will last for ten minutes; if the battle is not concluded after ten minutes, it will be deemed a draw."
Sean Sterling's authoritative voice echoed throughout the arena, and everyone listened intently to his words.
After he finished speaking, the crowd in the Gladiatorial Arena began shouting the names of their favored contestants as if competing to see whose voice could be louder. Each person shouted until their faces turned red and their necks strained, filled with enthusiasm.
Many of them were shouting passionately because they had placed heavy bets on a certain contestant. If that contestant won, they would naturally receive substantial gambling rewards. Thus, these people were cheering louder than even the contestant's own supporters.
Sean Sterling pressed his palms together to stabilize the noisy atmosphere. Once the scene calmed down, he spoke in a flat tone, "In the first match, Reilo will face Babur. You have three minutes to prepare. The competition will begin in three minutes. The rest of you, please take your seats and wait."
This announcement ignited the atmosphere of the Gladiatorial Arena, as if oil had been poured onto a raging fire. Supporters of Reilo were overjoyed and cheered loudly, while the crowd backing Babur fell completely silent.
After all, compared to other contestants, Babur's strength was not impressive; he ranked at the bottom, only slightly stronger than Kashati. Facing a formidable opponent like Reilo, it was no surprise that he would struggle.
Although they would eventually face each other, it was quite disheartening for Babur's supporters to see him matched against Reilo right from the start.
The supporters of Babur had hoped to encounter a soft target like Kashati first to build their confidence and enthusiasm, but instead, they were ruthlessly matched against Reilo from the very beginning.
Babur's expression was quite grim; Reilo was essentially the strongest among the nine contestants, and he had no confidence in facing him.
In contrast to Babur, Reilo's expression remained completely indifferent throughout. This was a blatant disregard for his opponent, showcasing his immense strength and fearlessness against anyone.
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