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Looking at the tall and proud figure standing in the arena, the crowd on the Viewing Platform exchanged glances. After a moment of silence, the atmosphere in the Gladiatorial Arena suddenly exploded with excitement—screams, cheers, and roars filled the air. Some girls even showed a fervent obsession in their eyes, continuously gasping in amazement.
This was the first time since the Seed Selection Tournament began that a contestant had been injured. The blood dragged across the ground stimulated everyone's nerves; some shouted in excitement while others screamed in fear. Bu's cold expression was deeply etched into everyone's minds.
"Brent wins, earning one point; total score: one point. Bob loses, losing one point; total score: negative one point."
Sean Sterling's mechanical voice echoed as he descended from mid-air to stand on the Competition Platform. His strange white pupils gazed at Bu Ban for a moment before sweeping over to Bob, who was still lying on the ground.
Having taken a brutal hit from Bu, even iron would be deformed; let alone Bob's mere flesh and blood. At this moment, he was spitting blood and had no strength left to stand.
Bu smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. This mouthy Fellow deserved a beating; the harder he hit, the more Bob would understand what it meant to talk back.
Casting a glance at Bu's schadenfreude, Sean Sterling shook his head inwardly. Bob's provocative words had been clearly heard by everyone due to the feedback from the mirroring technique. Now that he had ended up like this, he couldn't blame Bu for being too harsh.
Now it was time to treat this Fellow; after all, the subsequent matches still needed to continue.
Bob finally stood up and walked off the Competition Platform back to his seat.
After receiving healing from Sean Sterling's Fourth-Level Magic, Withered Tree Blossoms in Spring, Bob's severe injuries were reduced to minor ones. His next match would not start until four rounds later, giving him at least half an hour of rest to recover about eighty percent of his fighting strength.
Having been thoroughly beaten by Bu, this Fellow had become much more subdued; at least he no longer sought stimulation with provocative looks, and his arrogant attitude had also diminished significantly.
Kashati gave Bu a thumbs-up after he returned to his seat, her smile radiant as her fiery red hair cascaded down, her beautiful eyes sparkling with brilliance.
Bu nodded back with a smile but did not speak further; he simply expressed his gratitude.
Time flew by, and soon three more matches had passed.
Next up was Bu's turn again; this time his opponent was Kozmo.
The crowd on the Viewing Platform erupted with excitement. After all this time in competition, two strong contenders were finally facing off—would the cold and ruthless Brent prove stronger, or would the mysterious Kozmo have the upper hand? Everyone was filled with anticipation.
Before the competition even began, people started to assert who would win and who would lose. The crowd was in a heated debate, their faces flushed with excitement.
Bu Mianrong remained calm, unperturbed by praise or blame. No matter who stood in his way, he would forge ahead without hesitation.
Kozmo quietly stroked his wand, his plump face displaying an unwavering calmness. The pride of a wizard made him appear indifferent throughout. Despite the strength of his opponents, how could these crude individuals wielding weapons compare to someone of noble status like him? He would demonstrate the terrifying power of a wizard through his own abilities.
During the three battles in between, Kalandor finally made his move, showcasing his remarkable prowess to everyone present.
Fast! To the extreme!
Whether it was his movement speed or attack speed, it could be summed up in one word: fast!
Bu's own speed was already at the pinnacle of quickness, after all, his Agility Value of 7 was unmatched in the arena.
However, Kalandor completely suppressed Bu with his speed. One step faster, every step faster; his strikes were as swift as lightning. The entire match lasted less than a minute before he decisively defeated his opponent.
With a handsome appearance, a warm smile, and overwhelming strength, Kalandor garnered immense admiration from the audience, rivaling even Reilo and surpassing Bu by a significant margin.
Kalandor's opponent was a young man named Anthony, hailing from a medium-sized force in Sparta City. Among the younger generation in Sparta City, he had gained some notoriety. Although he could not be compared to Reilo, he was still considered an outstanding young expert from Sparta City and had many local supporters cheering for him.
Yet this young talent was utterly defeated by Kalandor in less than a minute, leaving him in a state of disarray. This was a complete humiliation; for someone like Anthony, known for his reputation as a young expert, such a crushing defeat was almost unbearable.
He felt unwilling and frustrated, but he had already lost.
He hadn’t even had the chance to unleash his powerful finishing skill before being forced into defeat. Under Kalandor's lightning-fast onslaught, he could barely hold up a defense and had no ability to counterattack. By the time he attempted to retaliate, Kalandor had already seized him by the throat.
Frustration, anger, and deep helplessness filled him.
In the end, Anthony could only choose to concede with a pale face as Kalandor held him tightly by the neck; what else could he do?
If defeated by Reilo, Anthony would only feel frustrated and dejected, without any resentment or pent-up emotions. After all, Reilo was well-known in Sparta City and held the esteemed position of the young master of the Thunderous Merchant Guild, a status that no one could shake.
However, this Kalandor, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, had no reputation or power yet managed to firmly stand above him. This made Anthony, who considered himself among the top three of the younger generation in Sparta City, feel deeply humiliated.
In truth, there was no enmity between Kalandor and Anthony; it wasn't a matter of slapping him in the face. Kalandor had simply grown accustomed to his own fighting style—swift as a rabbit and fast as thunder. Once he made a move, he only pursued one thing: speed!
So fast that his enemies could only defend themselves, so fast that they couldn't even manage to defend, so fast that they couldn't do anything at all. He only sought speed! In martial arts, speed was invincible!
This unique fighting style had its advantages but also significant drawbacks. If Kalandor faced an opponent who was even faster than him, this relentless pursuit of speed would become a self-imposed trap, leading him to be crushed by an even swifter assault from his enemy.
One must not go too far; going beyond limits can lead to breakage; being flexible ensures survival.
Of course, among all the current competitors, no one could match Kalandor's speed. Even if Bu was slightly inferior in pace, he had no need to worry about being overpowered by brute force.
Regarding Kalandor's strange and rapid speed, Bu did not have much concern. Even the more powerful Benson had fallen at Kalandor's hands. In terms of speed alone, Bu was not too far behind and would not be suppressed to the point of being unable to retaliate.
Bu speculated that the Azure Leather Jacket Kalandor wore must be extraordinary; perhaps it amplified his speed. Additionally, the shoes he wore emitted a faint glow with each step—anyone with even poor eyesight could tell they were rare treasures. Coupled with his mysterious movement skills, these factors combined created a formidable fellow.
Yet regardless of how strong others were, Bu firmly believed in his own strength. No matter how powerful they were, he remained steadfast like a gentle breeze on a mountain ridge or a bright moon shining over a great river.
Bu had only one goal: to win the championship! No matter how many strong opponents lay ahead, he would resolutely continue on this path—the path of becoming stronger—unmoved by anything.
The three matches consisted of Kalandor versus Anthony in the first match, Reilo versus Evan in the second match, and Babur versus Harrison in the third match.
Among these three matches, Bu focused primarily on Kalandor and Reilo's bouts. Reilo once again won effortlessly without revealing much of his strength; his opponent Evan was a young man with dark skin whose abilities were comparable to Babur's.
Evan was quite clever; after symbolically exchanging a few moves with Reilo, he voluntarily conceded. This action naturally drew discontented boos from the audience. However, this fellow had quite thick skin and cheerfully left the Competition Platform despite the pressure.
His decision was strategic; knowing he could not defeat Reilo, it was better to conserve some energy for the upcoming matches—perhaps he could win a few more rounds that way. This was also a helpless choice; competitors like him with lower abilities had no means to contend against Reilo at all.
In the third match, Babur faced off against Harrison. Unfortunately for Babur, he lost again, this time in the ninth minute of the match, resulting in a score of negative two points.
In fact, both of them were evenly matched, and as they fought into the ninth minute, everyone expected them to end in a draw. However, unexpectedly, in that crucial final minute, Babur exhausted his energy and was unable to use his skills, leading to his defeat at the hands of Harrison. This surprise not only left the spectators stunned but also left Babur feeling frustrated to the point of wanting to spit blood.
He thought to himself that if it weren't for the intense battle he had with Reilo earlier, which drained his energy, he wouldn't have lost to Harrison. Babur felt utterly unlucky, his face darkened with frustration.
There were nine participants, each required to compete in eight matches, with rankings determined by total points. Now that six matches had been completed and time had passed, there were still zero matches left to play before three seed players would be selected to head to Crook Duchy’s imperial capital for the Peak Showdown.
The number of matches in this Seed Selection Tournament was quite interesting. With nine participants each playing eight matches, one would think there should be seventy-two matches in total.
However, the actual meaning is that when A competes against B in one match, regardless of who wins or loses, they have each played one match against each other. This leaves A and B with seven matches remaining each. Following this logic through all participants, the total number of matches in the Seed Selection Tournament is actually six. After these six matches are completed, all nine participants will have played their eight matches.
Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
The showdown between Bu and Kozmo was about to begin.
Sean Sterling did not delay; as his voice announced the start, Bu and Kozmo stepped onto the Competition Platform simultaneously.
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