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Both Bu and Kozmo are popular contenders for the championship, with countless supporters backing them. Now, their match has sparked an intense war of words among their fans.
Cheers, roars, insults, curses, and screams filled the Viewing Platform, where the atmosphere was charged with the fervent faces of the crowd.
Under the intense and explosive atmosphere, Warren Earl and Wendy were sweating nervously, while Bill laughed wildly in his heart. Only Locke, who had returned to the viewing platform, remained calm.
If his master could defeat a strong opponent at the Intermediate level, then a mere Low-Level mage was nothing to worry about.
Moreover, thinking of what his master had instructed him earlier, Locke touched the object in his pocket, his eyes bright. Since his master had asked him to proceed this way, it meant there was confidence behind it; he need not worry anymore and could simply wait for good news.
Stepping through the Light Barrier that enveloped the Competition Platform, Bu's foot landed on the hard Black Basalt ground, his right hand resting on the Fine Iron Longsword at his waist, standing tall.
Across from him, Kozmo stood about a hundred feet away in simple black attire, his expression calm as he locked eyes with Bu from a distance, appearing indifferent.
This was a confrontation between two sharp blades; only one would emerge victorious. Once the battle commenced, its intensity would far exceed that of previous matches, and everyone held their breath in anticipation.
Keen observers noticed Bu's longsword at his waist; at this moment, his right hand rested on the hilt. This posture made many people's eyes light up. They had already noted Bu's sword earlier and believed it must be one of his trump cards.
However, during his fight with Bob, although Bu was briefly suppressed at one point, he later surged back fiercely throughout the battle without drawing his sword from his waist, as if it were merely for decoration.
No one believed that this sword was just for show; being on this highly scrutinized Competition Platform proved Bu's exceptional skill. Everyone understood that Bu fought barehanded simply because Bob lacked the ability to force him to draw it.
If this sword remained sheathed, its draw would surely astonish!
A violent wave of magical energy erupted from the Competition Platform as Kozmo held his wand solemnly and murmured incantations.
At that moment, Bu moved swiftly like a galloping horse. His body leaned forward as his right hand covered the hilt of his sword; a fierce light shone in his eyes. The Dragon Step unfolded as he moved like a drawn blade—swift and sharp—charging forward with unstoppable momentum.
The fourth level of Ethereal Thirteen Swords was unleashed for the first time against an opponent; this was his only Low-Level Combat Skill, and Bu eagerly anticipated its power.
The sound of the sword echoed like a ghostly wail, and the Fine Iron Longsword trembled within its sheath as the distance of a hundred feet vanished in an instant.
Ten feet, five feet, three feet!
The sword was drawn!
With a sharp cry, the sword sang like a dragon, its white light dazzling. The tip of the sword pointed forward as the body leaned in, legs exerting force, and a violent crack resonated through the spine—Speed increased!
One strike! Kozmo's figure was right before him.
The suddenly bright sword light resembled the rising sun, and the haunting sound of the sword stirred the soul. This strike was fast! Fierce! Accurate! Carrying an unstoppable momentum, Bu Mianrong was cold.
In one of the seats at Nine Stone Seats, Kalandor's originally smiling eyes suddenly brightened. He saw the speed of Bu; this speed was almost comparable to his own. It was fleeting like a flower blooming for an instant, releasing dazzling brilliance in a moment.
The First Sword of the Netherworld had already attacked Kozmo, with howling winds swirling as Bu's robe billowed and rustled.
At that moment, Kozmo's murmured words ceased as he gazed at Bu's sudden assault. A hint of coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth. With a flick of his wand, an Emerald Radiance instantly rose up, enveloping him entirely.
This entire sequence of actions was completed in less than one-tenth of a second, just before Bu's Sword Aura could reach him.
"Swish."
The sound of the sword echoed, but contrary to everyone's expectations of blood splattering, Bu's strike seemed to pierce into the endlessly flowing Yangtze River, merely stirring up a splash without any further result.
The Emerald Barrier surrounding Kozmo effortlessly blocked Bu's strike. At the point where the sword tip met the Light Barrier, ripples surged outward; Kozmo remained unharmed.
A high-level defensive magic—Water Screen Radiance.
Feeling a jolt in his heart, Bu sensed powerful resistance at the tip of his sword. It felt as if he had struck solid wrought iron or plunged into an unfathomable depth of water.
A low voice murmured "impressive," but the First Sword did not retreat. The Ethereal Thirteen Swords emphasized an unstoppable momentum, with each strike faster and more ferocious than the last. As long as the sword was drawn, even if it faced resistance, there would be no turning back.
The sword trembled, emitting a low hum, its light flickering unpredictably. With his arm muscles contracting, he thrust out another strike. As the sword's light burst forth, his body surged forward like a descending tiger, fierce and unstoppable.
"You foolish Fellow!" Kozmo sneered inwardly, confident in his defensive Light Barrier. He resolved to end this tedious battle with his next spell.
Boom!
The Second Sword struck suddenly, halting Step Forward's body. The Fine Iron Longsword in his hand vibrated and howled as the Emerald Barrier enveloping Kozmo quivered violently, its brilliance dimming slightly but remaining unbroken, like an impenetrable turtle shell.
Raising an eyebrow, Step's eyes gleamed with sharpness. The Second Sword had barely been swung when the third sword roared forth in a frenzy, the Ethereal Light faintly illuminating the scene as if a hundred ghosts were wailing.
Bang!
The verdant Light Barrier was dented by this third sword, green light flickering as cracks appeared on its surface. These cracks began to heal slowly as soon as they formed.
At that moment, everyone on the Viewing Platform was dumbfounded; Bob and others wore expressions of disbelief. Such a fierce assault had not broken the Light Barrier—was the mage truly that powerful?
Reilo, however, wore a mocking expression, thinking to himself: "This Brent is nothing to worry about; he's just a brute pursuing sheer strength—a fool who only knows one way forward."
"Blazing Flame Hand!"
On the Competition Platform, Kozmo suddenly shouted, raising his wand which burst into light. This was the first time he had spoken since entering the competition. A torrent of fierce and scorching flames surged forth; as his words finished, a massive fire hand shot out, rushing toward Step.
With such a short distance to cover, there was no time to evade. The attack power of Blazing Flame Hand was incredibly strong; its only flaw was its lack of precision. However, at this moment, that flaw seemed nonexistent.
Step's eyes glinted with determination; his momentum surged rather than waned. With no path to retreat, he would carve one out instead. In an instant, he spun his sword around him; Sword Aura enveloped him as he gripped the hilt tightly. Stepping forward amidst a flash of light, the Fourth Sword was unleashed!
He charged toward the nearby Blazing Flame Hand with both body and sword.
Demon Cry, Divine Howl, Sword Aura in shock!
Raging flames engulf everything!
Wendy's eyes widened in horror as she couldn't help but scream. The crowd on the Viewing Platform was equally terrified, feeling that this person was utterly insane.
Thunderous!
On the Competition Platform, flames surged as if an explosion had occurred. The moment the sword's body made contact with the fiery giant hand, all the power of the Fourth Sword erupted violently. The once formless flames now seemed tangible, roaring like a beast, with sword energy slicing through the air, scattering in all directions. The collision between Sword Aura and flames created a thunderous roar.
Under such a violent impact, Bu's body bore the brunt of the assault and suffered severe injuries. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his palm gripping the sword hilt split open, flesh and blood mingling.
At this moment, Bu did not retreat an inch. If he stepped back, he would suffer backlash from his skills, and this battle would end in defeat.
With Sword Aura protecting him, he allowed the flames to engulf him. A determined look appeared in his eyes as the sound of his sword echoed continuously. Points of Cold Light glimmered like ghostly eyes; the Fifth Sword was unleashed! There was no retreat!
Kozmo stood before an Emerald Barrier that was now covered in cracks, seemingly on the verge of shattering. At such close range, it endured the powerful shockwave generated by the Blazing Flame Hand. If it weren't for this layer of Emerald Barrier shielding him, his frail body as a mage would have already suffered serious injury.
The Blazing Flame Hand did not completely defeat his opponent, and Bu's frenzied stance left Kozmo somewhat shocked. Without hesitation, he unleashed his trump card; pointing his finger at his wand, red light spread out as the high-level magic sealed within it was activated in an instant.
He had thought that relying on the powerful attack of Blazing Flame Hand would be enough to severely injure his opponent and diminish their combat strength. However, this individual named Brent had managed to withstand the explosive force of Blazing Flame Hand with sheer determination.
This situation was beyond his expectations; the situation had spiraled out of control. He had no choice but to bring out his trump card to have any chance of turning the tide.
Clang!
The Fifth Sword arrived, and all light seemed to converge into a single line at that moment; this line was Bu's sword. The sword energy soared into the sky, its tip infused with boundless Ethereal Light, revealing a chilling brilliance amidst darkness that was fierce and blinding.
The spectators outside felt as if only this point of Ethereal Light remained before them. This Ethereal Light was dim yet resembled the first ray of sunlight breaking dawn, piercing through the cage of night and striking deep into their hearts.
Reilo raised an eyebrow, his eyes shining brightly. In this strike, he sensed a hint of danger. The feeling was faint, yet it moved him.
The stunning brilliance of the sword surged forward with unstoppable momentum, and the power of the Fifth Sword erupted completely!
This strike was formidable and unyielding. As the sword light blazed, the Emerald Barrier in front of Kozmo shattered before even touching the blade, dissipating into specks of light.
With no protective barrier left, Kozmo's plump face was soon cut by the swirling sword energy.
Feeling sharp stings on his face, Kozmo remained remarkably calm, allowing the blood to flow. A spark ignited as he finally unleashed the high-level spell sealed within his wand.
High-level spell: Resistance Fire Ring!
A ring of undulating flames appeared before Kozmo, and in an instant, the ring expanded violently, contracting and expanding with astonishing force.
From the moment the Fifth Sword struck, Kozmo knew he had lost—defeated without a doubt, having underestimated his opponent. Yet, with the pride of a mage, he would fight until the very last moment!
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