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The Gladiatorial Arena was filled with a bustling excitement, and after witnessing the mysterious powers of magic, more people were eagerly anticipating the upcoming match.
"Next up, Brent versus Bob, entering the arena in three minutes."
With Sean Sterling's announcement, Bu's eyes sparkled; he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
The crowd on the Viewing Platform erupted with enthusiasm, splitting into two factions cheering loudly. Perhaps due to Bu's strength being among the top nine, the supporters of Bu far outnumbered those of Bob.
Warren Earl appeared nervous yet excited at this moment; he stood at the edge of the viewing platform, his eyes fixed intently on the Diamond Light Screen above.
"Keep it up," a gentle voice came from beside him.
Bu turned his head to see Kashati's amber eyes focused on him, her gaze filled with encouragement.
With a slight smile, Bu nodded. His hand slowly brushed over the Fine Iron Longsword at his waist, his narrow eyes shining like stars, filled with confidence.
Bu's opponent, Bob, was a young man with a sickly pallor. He was thin, with thin lips and sunken eyes. His light yellow curls hung loosely, giving him a look of someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.
However, despite his frail appearance, this Fellow looked down on others with an air of superiority.
The nine contestants who had emerged from Ten Thousand were all extraordinary. Although their strengths varied, who among them could be considered truly simple when they had risen above so many?
Bu did not underestimate anyone. Although he was confident in defeating Bob, he knew that many had stumbled unexpectedly; he did not want to become one of them.
Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
Sean Sterling's voice echoed from above. Bu and Bob then made their way to the Competition Platform.
The cheers from the Viewing Platform surrounding the Gladiatorial Arena were deafening. Warren Earl gripped the ironwood railing tightly, his face clearly showing suppressed tension and excitement.
Wendy clutched her skirt tightly with both hands, biting her lips lightly, her eyes filled with excitement, melancholy, tender affection, and sincere blessings.
At this moment, Bill's gaze was intense, his expression twisted in rage as he fixed his eyes on Brent, silently cursing, "Brent! Your advance stops here. You will be defeated terribly; I curse you to lose repeatedly. Hahaha, in the end, you will be abandoned by my Aldra Family. I will personally kill you and repay you for the humiliation you brought upon me."
As he stepped forward, Brent's figure flickered as he passed through the Light Barrier formed by the Guardian Barrier. The moment he entered this Light Barrier, he felt a gentle resistance, as if his body were passing through a curtain of water, causing a slight delay in his movements. However, once he fully stepped onto the Competition Platform, his actions returned to normal.
The surface of the Competition Platform was black and hard; each heavy step echoed like metal striking metal. Brent surveyed his surroundings; the Competition Platform spanned approximately three hundred feet, providing ample space for two combatants to face off.
At this moment, Bob had also stepped onto the Competition Platform, with both fighters now over a hundred feet apart.
"Hehehe, Brent? If I were you, I would concede right now. With your brute strength, how much of a splash can you really make? To think you could even rank above me is laughable trash."
Bob suddenly spoke from across the platform, a hint of provocation and mockery on his face. He seemed to look down on Brent with blatant disdain.
Brent furrowed his brow slightly; this person had already provoked him with a glance when he first appeared. Now he was verbally taunting him as well. It seemed he had been too low-key to the point where no one took him seriously. He shook his head helplessly and sighed, "A creature as insignificant as a grasshopper dares to challenge a giant? Courageous indeed; as for strength... tsk tsk."
As he spoke, Brent looked at Bob with a scrutinizing gaze filled with contempt and mockery.
Bob's sickly face suddenly turned red with anger. In his view, his strength was surely enough to secure a place in the top three. Yet being looked down upon repeatedly ignited the suppressed Fury within him. He gritted his teeth and growled, "Then let’s see who’s stronger in action; don’t let me turn you into mush—you won’t even be able to laugh about it. You're nothing but garbage."
Time seemed to slow down but was actually fleeting.
Slowly extending his palm, shrouded in darkness, Brent did not waste words with his opponent. Stepping onto this Competition Platform meant that battle had begun; only victory was what he sought—defeat or a draw were not options for him.
With a firm step forward, his figure soared as he charged ahead with overwhelming momentum. Dark energy swirled around his hands while his cold brows resembled drawn swords. At that moment, he was like a vampire—cold-blooded and merciless towards his enemy.
Looking at the figure of Bu Kuang rushing towards him, Bob's expression was serious. No matter how confident he felt or how much he looked down on his opponent, he would not let his guard down when it came to actual combat.
With a swift motion of his right hand from his waist, Cold Light flashed, and a sharp, flexible sword appeared in Bob's grasp. The Sword Aura trembled, sparkling like silver flowers, and the soft yet sharp blade resembled a venomous snake ready to strike.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, the distance of a hundred feet closed. Bu Shuang unleashed a palm strike that darkened the sky with clouds, releasing a tremendous force that exploded outward, as if crushing everything in its path.
This was a true clash of strength, devoid of any fancy moves. The moment he stepped forward, it was like a furious dragon emerging from the sea.
Since his opponent had mocked him for relying solely on brute strength, he would let them experience the sensation of being crushed by overwhelming power.
Bob took a step back, his soft sword dancing wildly in his hand. It moved like a flexible whip, with sharp Sword Aura swirling around it. Points of cold silver light scattered through the air like falling petals, beautiful yet filled with danger.
"Using softness to counter hardness? I'm afraid your level of softness won't be able to overcome the steel in my hands."
Bu's eyes were icy, his palms resembling giant whales thrashing in the ocean or dark clouds gathering in the sky, containing immense power ready to explode.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! The dark light enveloping his palms intertwined with the incoming silver lines of cold light, creating a shower of sparks.
Bob's eyes widened in shock; this person was actually resisting his sharp Sword Aura with sheer flesh and blood.
The expressions of several contestants above also changed dramatically; how could such a fierce warrior be stopped?
Kashati's eyes sparkled with intrigue, her lips slightly parted in surprise.
Reilo's face remained calm, betraying no emotions; however, a hint of disdain was unmistakable in his gaze.
Kalandor wore a smile tinged with eagerness, his expression one of keen interest. In contrast, Kozmo remained calm, his palm lightly stroking the armrest of his chair, his eyelids lowered as if indifferent.
At that moment, the situation took a sharp turn. Bu's hand, as solid as forged iron, shattered the swirling Sword Aura, and the fierce momentum bore down like a mountain, ready to crush.
Bob dared not hesitate any longer. Gritting his teeth, he unleashed his only low-level skill, Fluttering Willow Sword.
This was his trump card, the source of his confidence that he could rank among the top three.
Suddenly, fine sword shadows converged from all around. The defensive sword circle that had been broken apart flared brilliantly, and the Sword Aura scattered. Within several feet of Bob, he was surrounded by dense sword light, sharp sword energy crisscrossing in all directions.
"You worthless trash, relying solely on brute force. I'll let you taste the pain," Bob declared confidently as he executed his skill. A proud expression filled his sickly face as he envisioned Bu lying at his feet begging for mercy.
The sharp and concentrated Sword Aura gathered like a river, launching a fierce assault. Before it reached him, the sweeping sword energy severed a strand of Bu's hair.
Bu Mei frowned slightly, bringing both palms together in front of his chest to form a circle. A powerful dark light surged forth, momentarily blocking all Sword Aura from advancing, as if it were trapped in a quagmire.
In just a few moments, the situation changed dramatically; the dazzling and rapid exchange left the onlookers outside in awe.
At this moment, Bob, who had initially seemed weak, suddenly surged with power as he unleashed the formidable Fluttering Willow Sword. The brilliant and dense sword light enveloped Bu completely, leaving only a shadow obscured by darkness.
This sudden crisis caused Warren Earl's expression to change dramatically; he seemed to realize something and calmed himself down. Wendy looked anxious and worried, tugging at her clothing until it was wrinkled. Bill saw this scene and was overjoyed, cursing loudly in delight as if he could hardly contain himself.
However, the crowd's uncertainty faded just as quickly as it had come. Even Bill's ecstatic expression suddenly froze on his face in a comical manner.
On stage, the once suppressed dark light abruptly contracted as if unable to withstand the immense pressure. The crowd's hearts skipped a beat; before they could react, the contracting dark light suddenly burst forth in brilliance with a loud explosion.
A shadow shot out swiftly amidst the raging Dark Radiance like a frenzied serpent from a deep abyss. The surrounding intense and sharp sword light barely held for a moment before dissipating instantly, swept away with unstoppable force.
This is a glimmer of Dark Radiance spreading forth, a momentary flash of brilliance releasing dazzling light before everyone’s eyes. It is like a drop of ink falling into clear water, instantly turning it strikingly dark.
Momentum! Power! Offense!
The figure shooting from the rifle's chamber is as swift as thunder and lightning, his hands shrouded in dark clouds. When he strikes, a deafening thunderclap erupts, overwhelming in its force.
Bob's soft sword cannot withstand this violent pressure, shattering into countless iron shards that scatter across the ground. His skin is sliced open by the fragments, veins rupturing, blood gushing out. Yet at this moment, he has forgotten the pain, forgotten the humiliation, and opens his mouth to shout his surrender. But before his words can escape, a blinding darkness fills his vision.
With a loud bang, Bob's body is sent flying like a broken sack, crashing to the ground. The tremendous impact causes him to roll for several yards before finally coming to a stop, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.
The figure lands firmly, black hair billowing in the wind, an expression of cold indifference on his face.
Once words are spoken, they cannot be taken back; troubles arise from speaking too much. For Bob, who has repeatedly provoked him, there is only so much patience left.
At this moment, the outcome of the battle is clear!
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